Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

He said, glancing at Winnet.

"You actually want to protect them." Winnet smiled. She didn't laugh at or look down on his little trick. It would be best if the team members didn't show up, otherwise she would have to make two more masks and find two more actors to play the roles.

"No." When Baotian heard what Winnet said, he hurriedly denied it anxiously.

Winette pulled the gun out of her bosom, played with it on her fingertips, turned it over and handed it to Baotian.

"Then prove your loyalty." Winnett motioned to Baotian to kill the big guy in the house. Baotian hesitated, but when he saw Winnett's expression, he quickly took the gun. At this time, the person who came to trade had left for a while. In such a remote abandoned farm, firing a machine gun would not attract anyone's attention. The nearest farm was a mile away.

Baotian put the gun in his arms, took some British pounds in cash, and walked towards the house. He pretended to invite the big guy to come over, saying that they were going to return to the customs town and would leave immediately. The big guy still had a cold attitude towards him, but Baotian had been wandering around with Jinma and was used to greeting such unfriendly foreigners. He shared the food on hand with him in a half-flattering manner, and said that this trip might require him to work harder, and then took out a stack of banknotes. The big guy's attitude softened, and he also learned his name.

Big Bill Dyna.

As he reached for the money on the table, Baotian raised the gun that was pressed under the car cleaning cloth.

Bang.

Bill was instantly furious. His body, which was as strong as a truck, seemed to be inflated by an inflated balloon. However, before he could catch Baotian, two consecutive bullets pierced his alveoli and heart. The severe pain made him unable to move.

Baotian is a very timid person. Although he does dangerous work, his goal is to make a lot of money and hone himself smoothly. The experience over the years has taught him that he must kill his opponent, and any chance to breathe for his opponent is irresponsible for his own safety. He originally had a warm family, but it collapsed since his father went bankrupt: his father committed suicide, his mother believed in a religion with ulterior motives, his brothers left home, and his sick sister had no money to treat her illness.

He couldn't die. He had asked his former companion to send the medical expenses for his sister back to Japan. Although he felt angry about Winnet's appearance, he had expected that this day might come. At least he didn't betray his companions, he comforted himself - it was just to survive.

He struggled to carry Bill's body and threw it outside the house. He returned the gun to Winnett in the barn, took out the sack on the car, put Bill in it, and prepared to throw it into the mountains.

However, Winnet stopped him from dumping the body. While he was still confused, they had already set out on the road back to the customs city, with Bill's body stuffed in the innermost of a pile of plastic. Although they happened to meet a police officer returning from a mission on the way, Winnet fooled him with her comprehensive credentials, and Baotian became one of his friends, whom they met on the ferry.

After checking, she made a phone call at a parking lot near the town. She planned to leave the car here and let her companion deal with it. Before leaving, she took photos of Bill's face from all angles. After that, she and Baotian stayed at the parking lot overnight until the next morning, when an ordinary Renault car drove in. The person who got out of the car was Irish Whiskey, who was as big as Bill.

"Hey, long time no see." He greeted her, even though she now appeared as a man.

"I just met him. Now I need your help... I didn't expect that things could be smuggled away so easily, so I need a Bill Dyna, and you are the perfect person for the job."

"I didn't have time to say hello last time. My memory is still stuck on the time when you were a little kid." Ireland said. He walked over a few steps, knocked on Bill's face, and then took a heavy iron rod. He raised the iron rod high above his head and smashed it hard on Bill's face until the blood and flesh were blurred.

"He's a pretty solid guy," he said with a grin. Then he turned to Winette and shrugged, "I wonder if our voices match, Abby."

Winnett said she couldn't hear much difference. The two men were very similar in build, age, and even their speaking accents. There was no accent problem in Ireland. Unless the person making the distinction had been with Bill for many years, they wouldn't notice the subtle differences at all.

"Where's what I want?" asked Winnett.

Ireland returned to the car and took out a bag. Winnett had sent him a very detailed list in a text message, and it took him a long time to find all the things. Ireland saw Winnett sitting on the ground, putting down a gray blanket and starting to work, and then he noticed Baotian who had been staying in the corner.

"Is he your man?" After saying that, he lit a cigarette.

"He is from the mercenary group, but he joined me."

Winnet traced the outline of the mask without looking up. Then Ireland looked at her with some concern and asked if this was okay.

"Things that can be used and things that cannot be used. This standard can be used to divide everything."

"You are so confident. You were like this seven years ago," Ireland said with emotion.

She didn't care.

"So," he asked, "what's the next plan?"

Winnett was busy making a human skin mask while answering his questions. When Bill, played by Ireland, joined in, they would have the final say in any situation. At that time, they only needed to compile a third-rate detective story, and then show that they had already seized the goods, and then they could close the net.

After listening to this, Ireland was silent for a while. Finally, he sighed and said, "How stupid! Don't they know the importance of careful inspection?" He said.

"What do you mean?" Winnet was also stunned when she heard this, "Are you saying there is something in this car?"

"Of course!"

He came to the back of the truck, the lock was open. Ireland threw out the outermost bags of plastic, then opened an inner bag. In the middle of a pile of spherical plastic particles was a large black thing. He held it, and Winnett also felt a headache.

"Is Jacques hostile to such a bunch of idiots?"

Ireland smiled at her frustrated look. "Yeah," he said. He originally wanted to tell Winette what was in the car, but Jacques insisted that he keep it secret. The reason was that she was a crazy girl. When she said that, he agreed. After all, he had seen with his own eyes how crazy she was when she was carrying out a mission. If she knew that there were weapons in the car, she might take one out and use the other party as a target to test her skills. He knew that Abbes might do that.

She rubbed her brows and speculated, "Maybe they don't know what they want, and they think it's probably a batch of medicines."

He shrugged.

"Maybe, their boss didn't say it clearly."

"It's a guessing game. Which one should we prepare?"

"How about the Baileys chocolate with a liqueur filling, an Irish specialty?"

"Great! I love the taste."

She took one from him, unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. Both the chocolate and the wine were sweet. Winette liked the taste and didn't care about the troublesome misunderstanding. He waited for her to finish and said:

"Jacques has already contacted someone. Once we get rid of Joel, they will plant a bomb at the pharmaceutical company's headquarters."

"Oh, he's here?"

"Yes. He had no idea who he was dealing with. Nevertheless, it was Jacques who lost the trial drug this time. I just helped her deal with it because of our previous friendship. She should have done it herself."

"How boring," she said. "I thought he was someone who could go against the organization."

"I really wish I had nothing to do... By the way, thank you for that."

Winette didn't agree, but they all knew it was about Pisco.

……

429 Trap

Winnet carved the mask and disguised Ireland. Baotian also saw this scene. He was relieved to know that he did not see Winnet's true face. She said that her plan was to arrange a vehicle to transport goods as the stupid enemy had imagined, but this vehicle was also set up as a fake to create the illusion that they had successfully intercepted it.

Ireland learned of her plan and drove to dispose of the sack containing Big Bill, who was dumped in a gully in the Karali Swamp. He watched the sack sink without a trace before driving back. Ireland and Winnett exchanged vehicles, and the driver's ID had been destroyed, but the neat documents were still enough to convince most people that Ireland's story was true.

She chose a motel on the edge of town, four hours away from Ireland. The two passed each other while dining, but did not show any signs of acquaintance. The next morning, Winnett used the detailed information provided by Ireland to start a fake investigation. She obtained the photo album of the mercenary group from Baotian, made masks of the people she killed with her own hands, dressed herself as Jin Ma, and wore an inconspicuous peaked cap. Just in case, she occasionally appeared near the customs and made arrangements in a reverse manner.

With the help of Ireland, Winnet found a local broker and arranged to meet at a local movie theater. That night, Winnet came to the entrance lobby. A large black poster was posted on the wall. It seemed that a movie with a good reputation was officially released. Small groups of audiences walked into the theater. She dressed as agreed, wearing a green windbreaker and a light yellow hat, and stood near the display board with the main recommended program list and schedule printed on it. Winnet stood there for about ten minutes and entered the theater. After a while, a thin man sat next to her. He smelled of alcohol and offended other audiences in the aisle. He almost fell down. He pressed on Winnet and said sorry.

At this time, the note was already in her pocket, and Winette, who was very sensitive, noticed this. She felt that the other party had a bright future as a thief.

She listened to the movie out of boredom. There was almost no serious plot. They were either fighting or on the way to fighting. They just said some meaningless and vulgar words. It was hard to imagine that such things could be put on the screen. When the movie ended, he went ahead and checked the note in the bathroom. There was a number on it.

She strolled on the embankment by the sea and made a phone call. The other party was a recorder at the customs. All the entry and exit processes needed to be registered. Although the records could not be taken away, there was a lot of information that could be brought out by memory. Most of this information was worthless, so Winnett did not pay much, just a small transaction of a few hundred pounds.

She gave the time and train number and ended the conversation.

The other party agreed to reply her message at noon tomorrow. However, Winette did not need his message, but just wanted to make the simulation more realistic.

Ireland knew the train number and license plate. He had sent the car. Although the car was destroyed after the handover, it was very easy to forge the license plate. Winnet contacted Jacques and asked her to drive the car and go for a spin on the road. Jacques was very upset that she didn't tell Winnet directly when she learned that the other party was so stupid that they didn't find the weapons. She shouted at Winnet: Since they were so stupid, they should just find a way to catch them all in one fell swoop. She said that she had revealed this information to Joel, pretending to betray the organization. She begged Winnet to keep it secret. But Winnet was not a good person either. She took the opportunity to blackmail Jacques.

"It's natural for me to keep it a secret for you, but you have to agree to a small request of mine, right?"

"My dear sister, any request is fine."

"You know a lot about fashion, don't you?" she muttered. "Can you help me get some limited edition high-end items?"

She wanted to ask about Vermouth's secret, but this was their agreement. Apart from this, she didn't need Jacques' help with anything else. So, she thought about bringing some small gifts to Ai. After all, it was a bit difficult to buy the limited edition items in magazines in Japan, and she didn't know anything about them. Her identity was just an empty cover, and she didn't know many people. Jacques didn't quite understand what she said, so he asked her about the things in the back of the car. Winnet was stunned for a moment before she realized that Jacques was talking about those black weapons.

"Am I an avid weapons enthusiast and a warmongerer?" Winnet asked in surprise.

"Are there any requirements for the explosion range and power?"

She sighed softly:

"Honey, I'm not talking about the bomb."

"It's a bit troublesome to use cold weapons," Jacques said with embarrassment for the first time. "It would be more convenient if you rob the museum yourself."

"Oh! I'm talking about the things girls like." Winnet said bluntly.

Jacques laughed for a long time, teasing her that she had a beautiful woman in her house, and commented on Mingmei's appearance and dress, laughing at her for liking the kind of good girls. She was too lazy to explain, saying that she wanted the limited edition ones from the first few. Jacques agreed quickly. She was not short of money, liked to dress up and dress up, and understood what women liked much better than Winette. Jacques thought that Vermouth was more familiar with this aspect, but when he thought of the subtle relationship between Winette and Vermouth, he stopped thinking about it.

"Don't blame me for being nosy. I think girls like that are hard to deal with. Girls who fall in love easily are the most troublesome." Jacques said in a tone that was close to that of someone who had experienced it, and she spoke in a didactic tone.

"Am I not a person who is easily moved by true feelings?"

"Yeah, you are."

She answered without sincerity.

Winette bit her lip and didn't care, for fear that the conversation would go on and on.

At noon the next day, she and Yasuda went to the vending machine to buy something for lunch. She felt that fast food sandwiches were a bad civilization. The dried vegetables in them were bitter and unpalatable, and tasted worse than compressed biscuits. In the room, the smell of lunch mixed with the smell of brandy. Winette ate sugar cubes with the wine while doing the Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper. Ten minutes had passed. At this time, the phone rang. Winette answered the phone as if she was talking to a good friend.

On the phone, the broker reported the details of the commission to her. She was familiar with all the details, and there might be some discrepancies, but the results were consistent. Ireland had received instructions through the dead Bill's phone to report their actions to the other party. At her request, Ireland truthfully told her the method she was using and even reported the vehicle's license plate.

"Jacques is already preparing," Winette said to Ireland, "I plan to start in the Rocky Mountains. There is a road at the foot of the mountain. Baotian and his team have done some research in advance. There are few people passing by there. It's a good place to start."

Ireland still didn't quite understand what to do, so he asked her:

"Shall we intercept Jacques and then deal with the people who come to pick us up?"

"No, just for that, I don't think Joel will show up," she added, "The things in this car are still not right, and tell him where they are."

Ireland sat in the cab and lit a cigarette. In his eyes, Winnett's ideas were always bold and unconventional. He asked for specific details. "Where is it?" he asked.

"Carlow," she answered. "If you go from Wexford you will probably have to go through Carlow. I asked Jacques to make the arrangements in Carlow."

Ireland was cheerful, his smile had nothing to do with sunshine, it had a gloomy and violent feel to it. He added with understanding, showing his white, fierce teeth:

"That is to say, you don't intend to do anything here at all."

"Of course," Winnett said, explaining her plan. "We'll pretend that a hijacking battle took place here, and we'll seize a non-existent car and capture a non-existent person. When we get to Carlo, you'll report to Joel's people and say that we've captured the people from that organization, and they told us where the things are hidden. Of course, he won't be without any suspicion, and that's when my backup plan will come in handy."

Winnett pulled out a few photos from the small pocket under her collar. The photos showed several men in black clothes walking into the underground bar. One of them was the one who came to do the deal that day. She pretended to be a regular customer there and went inside to investigate. She found out that they were dealing in illegal drugs, and the supplier was Joel's people. Because they were not the type with strong effects and did not have strong sequelae, they were very popular within the gang. She knew that they were closely connected, and Joel's people also had considerable influence in the local area. If something big happened, they would not be able to hide it from the other party.

"Oh, a backup plan?" Ireland stroked his chin. "Since this is her personal matter, only the three of us can participate in the operation... Is there any friend of yours here?"

"No," Winette shook her head. "Jacques stays, and we go to Carlo. She rented a warehouse there, and of course there's nothing in it. It's too troublesome to transport this batch of weapons over there, so we pick two that are convenient, and leave the rest to Jacques. The warehouse is built on the coast, in an area full of containers, which is our home turf."

"You're not planning on shooting people from the lookout with a machine gun, are you?" Ireland said seriously, and it seemed like he wasn't joking at all.

"That's too troublesome. We might even attract the British army... I don't think anyone would like to be sunbathed by helicopter searchlights. We can solve the problem before the police come." Winnet joked, "Don't worry, the police nowadays don't drive tanks and are covered with heavy weapons."

Ireland was speechless. A few decades ago, that situation was the norm in Northern Ireland. He was a little nervous about Winnett's plan, which always reminded him of her crazy behavior in the past. If this action was just as crazy, then his life experience of being on the line between life and death would be added. He sighed and thought: I am still young.

He was less than 40 years old and had a strong body. According to Winnet's instructions, he got a sniper rifle and a submachine gun from the weapons in his hands. The former was given to Winnet to assassinate Joel, and the latter was kept for himself to cover the retreat. Although Joel had many retired soldiers and mercenaries under his command, the current national conditions made the circulation of high-lethal weapons difficult. If it was in the United States or Mexico, it would be easy, but this was not Joel's home ground. The other party was just negotiating business - that was the surface.

"Well, you're always right."

They chose the location according to the plan they had made.

Fortunately, Winnet and Ireland met two backpackers from Italy on the road. They were riding on the road, and the long hours of wind and sun made their clear eyes look a little fierce. Winnet pretended to be a hospitable local, saying that she settled here from England for work, and was planning to take her friend, the burly Ireland, to Carlow to unload the cargo at the dock.

Faced with her enthusiasm, neither of them had any doubts. They accepted the food she kindly shared and then slept in the back seat.

"What are they for?" he asked without bothering to ask. Logically, he shouldn't make any more trouble. Although he knew that Winnet must have her own intentions, he was still very curious. The little girl who didn't play by the rules many years ago was still vaguely in his mind.

"The poor members of the organization who were subdued always need one or two actors to make the story more realistic."

"Oh, will they cooperate with us?"

"Just gag them and put on bulletproof vests." She leaned lazily on the backrest. Jacques mentioned the storage of goods in his previous phone call.

Not only are there those troublesome guns, but there are also training bullets to save costs. Having said that, the rubber head is still painful to shoot at close range, so it is best to take some security measures. After all, it is still troublesome if an unrelated guy dies, unlike the stowaways without proper documents.

Winette adjusted her voice and switched it to a dull male voice with a miserable cry.

"What do you think of this one?" she asked.

"not too good."

"Well, we still have to go to a chain convenience store to buy a recorder with less noise. Fortunately, the mobile phone we use for communication is cheap, so even if there is a little noise, it is reasonable."

"That's not the point, Abby. There are no such wimps in the organization!"

"So this is your personality." Winnet sighed, tapping the storage box in the car with her fingers. "Unfortunately, our opponent should be the type with a strong desire for control... He doesn't want us to feel, but his own thoughts. Obviously, at this time we have been labeled as 'cunning' and 'incompetent'. Therefore, it is important to cater to his ideas. To deal with an arrogant guy, you have to let him drown in it. By the way, this also applies to me."

Winnet playfully made a pistol gesture and placed it against her temple.

"boom!"

She laughed and mimed.

"But alas!" she said, "who can conquer the power of irrationality and the pride of pleasure? Only Satan can be driven away."

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430 Extras

They first arrived at the planned destination, which was the area where they hijacked the organization's vehicle. Then they took the two people off the car and slapped them to wake them up. After waking up, they did not dare to curse, but negotiated politely, even seeming a little enthusiastic; they hoped to be released, and were cautious and hesitant, and said that they could take whatever they wanted.

Winnet doesn't tend to view people by stereotypes, because she herself is an exception, so she felt a little strange when facing these two Italian backpackers. It seems that they still maintain the national characteristics of a century ago: a wide range of interests, a steady and harmonious intelligence, many thoughts but no conflicts, a gentle personality, like an enlightened conservative. The fact is that they never take drastic measures to solve problems, which feels paradoxical.