Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

They advocated a peaceful solution and even put themselves in her shoes, saying that their biggest wish was to travel in peace. But when they saw that she didn't speak, the situation changed from calm and self-deprecating to a tragic one.

This made Ireland laugh and cry.

"Stop! Even if you want to die, we won't do it." Winnet interrupted their delusions. Then she made a ridiculous suggestion, asking them to cooperate with them. The two cooperated very well, and even showed a kind of interest, talking about how they often watched operas in various countries, and said that they lived at the foot of the Alps and often went to Austria to listen to operas.

Of course, she didn't need such an exaggerated performance. And these two people were not the kind of fools who devoted themselves to personality. Although they didn't know Winnet's purpose, they still pretended to struggle desperately and cursed.

Ireland acted as a makeshift photographer, a very casual one.

They are here to intercept the goods, so of course they can’t take too detailed photos.

Winnett asked him to include the background in the photo, and that was enough. As for the problem of the mobile phone, Winnett was no longer going to dwell on it. For example, the old mobile phone in Ireland's hand actually had the function of sending MMS. The development of technology was so Schrödinger. In this environment, her sensitivity was still not enough, because she had actually experienced this kind of change once. Once she got used to something, her vigilance would be greatly reduced.

After the photos were taken, she invited them back into the car.

Although they were tied up again this time, their mouths were not blocked. Winnett told them that they would be dropped off in Carlo and the bicycles would be returned to them. Although the two were still a little worried, they were already open-minded enough to start talking about the journey and did not even think about saving themselves. This made Winnett feel that Kudo Shinichi was a strange species. If it were him, he would definitely do something tricky to provoke the robbers. But it was also true that even the poison that the organization had researched - although Shirley did not admit that it was poison - could not kill him.

"Can't you just shut them up?" Ireland said.

"Isn't it great? You can experience the local customs without leaving home. I think what they said is very good." Winette said in a very gentle tone that was inconsistent with her current disguised image. "It makes me want to travel. You don't know, my recent trips have been getting worse and worse. It seems that the god of death is following me, and murders happen wherever I go - incredible, right? I just want to go on vacation with my girlfriend and be a law-abiding citizen. By the way, this is not a joke, but a fact."

Ireland expressed sympathy, and even the two backpackers agreed, saying that it was unfortunate to encounter a natural disaster, especially seeing the plight of the people affected. They even asked Winnet to talk about the murder case. They were very curious about it, not only bringing up Agatha and Holmes, but also Edogawa Ranpo. Winnet was bored, so she told them the story, of course, the background had to be changed a little, revealing that the location was Japan, which might cause trouble the size of a fingernail. With the help of the enthusiastic Italian unlucky guy, they also relieved their boredom on the way, which was really a two-birds-with-one-stone move.

Everyone was smiling on the journey, which was wonderful. There was still a little time before the plan was to be carried out, so they found a remote place on the road to stop and wait for Jacques's news. When the phone call was connected and everything was ready, the two unfortunate people who had become anxious finally saw the light of day. Winette untied them and treated them to the seasonal sour cream ham bread that was only available in the convenience store. It was written on it that it was imported from Germany. She asked them if it tasted authentic, and they said that German sausages were more fragrant.

"Dear friends, we still need you to act once."

Winette called Ireland, for his purse was fairly deep.

"Consider this as your hiring fee." Winette took out a wad of British pounds, which should be no less than two thousand. "I wish you can find a hotel with an open-air beach bath. Look at you. Was your last stop India or Bangladesh? Man, to be honest, South Africans are much whiter than you."

Money talks. Obviously, the backpackers couldn't resist the temptation. The half-locals - or should I say the code-named locals - Ireland was forced to recommend a hotel to them. Oh! It was the kind with massage. Although it was not the authentic Irish style, they could buy Indian magic oil. Not to mention that they were having fun, at least the vicious robbers - Ireland still deserves this title - got rid of the name of murderers at this moment.

However, this also made them think of him as the boss of some gang. Winnett thought it made sense, after all, gangs were indeed rampant, but they were different from American gangs, who loved religious wars and had a moderate impact on civilians, probably because the price of guns on the black market was no more affordable than a full-service five-star hotel.

After passing the Hai'an checkpoint, although we encountered fake police, the real police - the traffic police - were not so strict. The unfortunate companions did not dare to shout for help. Winette hinted to them that this batch of goods was explosives - if they did not want to see the moment of the red light bursting with their own eyes, they had better cooperate obediently. With the policy of appeasement, in fact, when we chatted, it was really just chatting, to broaden our horizons and avoid not being able to pronounce Shakespeare's name when we watched Oberon with Shirley in the future.

"That's it," said Winnet.

They drove out of the city center and came to a poorly maintained construction site near the harbor warehouses. The weeds and unmaintained trees were no different from those on the side of the road.

It was still bright and not yet dusk. It was a nice day, and the horizon of the harbor stretched out for a long time. The containers were like dividing strips, and the center seemed to be converging into a brilliant square. They were not there yet, and they were not so disciplined. They broke into the abandoned area, searched for high-end goods in the carriages, put on bulletproof vests, prepared weapons, and then tied the two Italians to a tree. Winette checked and found that in addition to rubber bullets, there were also paint bullets for training.

"Listen, you don't have to do anything and don't make any noise. You're completely safe tonight."

……

431 Ambush

"Maybe that's a little unnecessary," Ireland said. "Is it necessary to go to this extent?"

"Just a change of scenery, Ireland."

"Okay, let's change the scene. Is this due to the influence of Vermouth?"

"Don't mention her."

"It sounds really natural to me," Ireland said. Winnett found a recording device to replace the two unlucky guys, and played the hands-free version for the other party to listen to when she was about to make a call. The content was gunshots and screams.

After getting ready, Ireland nodded to Winnett. She dialed the number and the person on the other end was the glasses businessman. Winnett changed into the voice of the big guy Bill easily and talked to him in a rude voice like a cow. There was no name, just a brief report that they had caught the person of that organization.

Winnett was more adept at playing Jin Ma. She took the phone away from her ear and said in Jin Ma's voice, "Brother, show it to your boss."

Ireland took the photos skillfully and sent them over. It went very smoothly. They had rehearsed it once. The photos were sent out smoothly, and then the torture segment prepared by Winnett was played. This was where Winnett worked hard. One person played four people. Ireland teased that she would definitely become an international star if she did a talk show. First, the legs were shot, and then the sound of stomping - on the finger bones - Ireland didn't know how she cut the foam board to make such a vivid sound. Even the effect of distance was calculated. I'm afraid the scam experts couldn't do better.

A few teeth-grinding sounds flashed by, and the dying voice finally answered the location of the goods. Oh, what a poor guy, anyone can feel how he was tortured and imagine what kind of devil did this; there were applause and praise on the other side of the phone: Japanese people are really perverted.

Winnet called the non-existent Bill, snatched the phone, and reiterated the location of the goods. She emphasized: "I guarantee that they are guarded and in Carroll. I'm afraid we won't arrive until the evening." She asked him what to do, and the result was as he expected. They wanted to take out the Jin Ma gang at this stage. He promised a generous reward - after confirming that the information was true, and she also acted greedy, saying that she wanted to get a part in advance, so as not to let the brothers work for nothing.

"Okay, let Bill stay with you. He'll contact you for me."

Winette hung up the phone. The matter was done. They left the car at the prepared contact point and came to the port area with the weapons they had. They decided to snipe Joel's people at this place. Ireland had experience. The situation was still as dangerous as before, but her companion was no longer a little girl. She wandered back and forth among several dilapidated observation platforms, observing the lights of the lighthouses in the distance, and found a point where she would not be stupid enough to be destroyed by the light and shadow, and set up her sniper rifle. Right at the top, under great pressure, determined to kill with one blow.

Ireland asks how she can be so sure Joel will be there.

Winnet's premise was simple, because there was already a lurking shark staring at him, and no place was as safe as the center of the firepower encirclement. Moreover, the ship could dock here, and the cargo could be detached the moment it was in hand. This was the most direct and simple way of thinking - and of course the most effective. Her information misled Joel in this way, and after getting the goods, he could get rid of the organization and the police. Of course, if he didn't come, at most she would have increased her activities. Keep a person alive, find out about Joel, find out the relevant drug information and destroy it, and then hunt and assassinate - Winnet felt that the latter two were not her turn to do.

With the organization's model of nurturing and absorbing talents, there are plenty of people to do the dirty work.

"How sure are you?"

"About fifty percent," she answered. "In any case, my working hours will end with this gunfight. I dare say that Gin will die of overwork, traveling all over the world - I suspect he has taken on half of the organization's assassination and cleanup work, enemies and former friends! Just wait and see, he will either get a terminal illness or die from a stray bullet before he is forty! Even though he regards hunting as a hobby."

"Do you think he can live to be forty? Abbes, even God is not as merciful as you!"

"Be careful with your words," she reminded him, "or you'll shorten your life."

To an executioner, such words would have no effect at all, Ireland said with a smile, hoping that he would be smaller in his next life so that he could be as agile as her, or that he could be shot with less bullets.

"I am bothered by my body shape. It's strange, I look malnourished but I'm not underweight."

Winette said that she had been concerned about it ever since Shirley mentioned it.

"Slim, that's more accurate. All those Victoria's Secret models are like that."

"I think you're making fun of my height... Well, the damn scout said I'm more suitable for playing a child because Europeans grow faster. Damn it! At least I can't be under fourteen, right?"

"Don't worry, all women will envy you." Ireland was wearing night vision binoculars. "Too bad, it seems that we have too many enemies. They are really punctual. Are they coming to work at the convenience store? I'm sure that convenience store employees in London work the night shift at this time. There are thirteen cars in total. How about it? Have you found any trace of Joel?"

"Perhaps Bat can answer your question more accurately than I can."

Ireland turned his head back and forth. He admitted that he always forgot that Winnett had a vision defect. He was now like an artillery scout, searching for Joel's traces and aiming for Winnett. The only light was the car lights, and the distance was far. It was extremely difficult to pick out an accurate face from the blurry scene. He saw the formation of bodyguards and thought that the one surrounded in the middle was Joel. He was a cunning businessman, and most of them were useless in a gunfight. The aerial view was relatively blurry. He estimated that Winnett had noticed it as well. She saw the long-barreled sniper rifle turned awkwardly and was placed in the middle of the rusty iron railings like a porter's load. When the lighthouse on the distant coast swept by, the shadow of a cargo ship appeared dimly.

Ireland nodded, "Your inference should come true."

Winnet didn't answer him. Winnet changed the position of the gun. She turned her head and signaled him to go over and hinder the group of people who came to the warehouse to check. She had prepared gifts in the warehouse in advance, simple bombs made of nitrocellulose. In terms of power alone, it was a bit difficult to kill a group of people, but she prepared oil drums inside. As long as they escaped from the exit of the warehouse, they would be no different from fixed targets.

Unfortunately, they are not the desperate men in the organization. In countries with strict gun control, it is difficult to own a decent weapon, and a pistol is almost the best. The organization's infiltration ability is also first-class, and it can transport these high-end goods to countries such as Japan and Britain. Ireland is holding a classic AK, and it's time for firepower suppression.

……

432 Firefight

"Towards the harbor, seven o'clock direction, first batch, quantity six."

Winnett used a small radio to communicate with Ireland.

Six enemies who were tightly pressed together and a little suspicious had the rough texture of some police and gangster movies. We could not expect amateur security companies that used movies as guidance to provide standard training. At this moment, they were very cute, like mine-sweeping weapons provided by close allies in the world, until the buried firecrackers successfully sounded the first shot of the gunfight.

A sudden sharp noise caused the buildings near the port to light up one after another like a light show. The bodyguards gathered more tightly, and the second wave of enemies approached the area at a snail's pace. However, the night still triggered a primitive fear, night after night, getting worse and worse, lingering from the moment I was targeted, as if there were sticky bugs quietly crawling on my body, lurking all day long.

Panic is an uncontrollable expression of emotion.

Once the situation becomes chaotic, a safe place will become unsafe due to the instinct to escape.

Winnett caught a figure shouting, asking the guards to tighten and protect him on the ship. Although she was not 100% sure that it was Joel himself, she had to rush to Ireland's aid to prevent him from being attacked from both sides.

The sound of gunfire flashed by in the aftermath of the explosion.

And Winnet, thank God, a juicy fake watermelon hit the hood of the car.

She left to change to an automatic rifle, and quickly descended to one of the containers using her favorite rope. She took advantage of the free time to pray, and then, like the cashier who scanned the QR code in the mall, she fired at the second wave of people passing by. The difference in equipment made her want to collect junk. Perhaps the organization's recent economic situation was not optimistic, so she always picked up some leftover things.

"Hey, that's a far cry from the Mud Ginseng Party, isn't it?" Ireland teased her. "It seems they didn't like the fireworks fort we built."

"You are very humorous. Have you studied in London?"

After that, she changed the magazine and fired a few more shots at the guy squirming on the ground.

"I wish I had a higher level of education," Ireland said, throwing a grenade. "Perhaps I should change to a more respectable fake identity, and maybe marry a Japanese wife?"

"Oh, then you'd better not choose the Yankee."

Winnet was filled with passion. She hadn't felt this kind of atmosphere for a long time. Although the pressure was as light as a leaf, the advantage of humans was their rich imagination, so they could get pleasure from video games and toy gun battles. This was also common to her, an outlier. Even in the arcade game where two big guns were used to kill zombies, she would not feel bored when she started to slaughter.

She replaced the magazine, parkoured on the container, and shot at a lower point, adjusting to the recoil.

After the boss died, this group of not very loyal security team pretended to disperse. Winette was not surprised at all, and learned from Gin to enjoy the fun of hunting, which was limited to the straight line leading to the water.

She didn't count how many people died from the gunfire. The uniformed security team couldn't even tell the race of the people in the dark. The smart ones had already moved away from the car lights and threw their flashlights into the river.

She jumped into the water and swam towards the boat that was docked in the distance. Only five minutes had passed until the man suspected to be Joel died, and the boat had not turned around. This was a civilian cargo ship. Winnett guessed that it was registered as agricultural use at the customs, carrying moldy rotten potatoes and organic fertilizers, the kind that even Interpol was too lazy to search.

The light from the lighthouse cast a vague shadow, like a pointer on a turntable.

The hull of this type of ship is not high, and Winette skillfully used the hook to climb up the side of the ship.

The ship didn't turn on the lights, which was good for her infiltration. However, the people on the ship had been observing the actions on the shore and trying to talk to Joel and others, so they spotted her the moment she boarded the ship. What made Winnett feel bored was that there were only crew members on board, without any weapons.

Winette beat the contact person so hard that he couldn't get up, and instructed the captain to dock.

The ship was moving relatively slowly, and she thought about kicking these guys off the ship - it would be troublesome if they talked nonsense. Winnet decided to be a little more merciful, as killing them like this was a bit cruel.

"Do you want to live?" she asked.

The prone contact kowtowed towards the deck and responded repeatedly.

"Okay. After all, I'm not a devil. By the way, do you know? There is a term in the Eastern country called biting the tongue to commit suicide. I don't know much about this term, but, if the tongue is cut off, you won't die."

"no no!"

I just can't speak normally.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

She hit him hard on the back of the head. Winnett was not bothered by the problem of missing the target. The number of test subjects made up for the lack of experience. At most, it would only cause a mild concussion, but it would temporarily numb the pain. The technique was clean and neat, so the amount of bleeding was not much.

Winnett gave him some treatment to stop the bleeding.

At least there was no way to have a conversation in the short term. With the British police's stereotyped questioning format, by the time the written investigation was completed, the ship would have already drifted on the vast ocean.

Ireland's voice came over the intercom.

"They should have all been wiped out, Abis."

"The ship is approaching the shore. I have already lowered the aluminum ladder. Hurry."

"No problem. But isn't it a bit risky to take a boat?"

"With the speed of the suburban police, by the time they figure out the whole process, we will have already crossed the Indian Ocean. And the organization also has people in the customs, and we can ask Jacques to learn about the ship's declaration list. There are brushes and paint buckets on the boat, and it is obvious that this is not the first time Joel has engaged in smuggling. Even if the international police come after us, we can just change the name of the ship to fool them."

Ireland was used to her audacity, and Winnett asked the captain to control the searchlight, stay in the illegal zone, and lower the ladder.

As soon as Ireland got on board, he told her that the identity of the person who was sniped had been confirmed. Judging from the identity information given by Jacques, it was him. Winnet handed the command to Ireland and turned to praying and repenting, which made him confused. Although he had never driven a large ship, he had experience in small ships - fishing boats, and he could judge the direction and would not be fooled by the captives. He acted according to Winnet's plan and contacted Jacques when he arrived in the Irish waters.

"I already know the situation. I will inform you about the patrol situation on the high seas. Ah, since you are on the same ship, Ireland, you can just follow Abis back to Japan. You are good at electronic equipment and can fill the gap in information warfare. I heard Gin complaining about our big star Chris before. Does Abis know anything?"

"Is it the boss's order?"

"Well, you are a veteran of the organization after all. It is better to discuss less gossip and shift the focus of the organization to Japan," Jacques replied.

He handed the call to Winnet, and Jacques repeated his instructions and reminded Winnet to be careful of the rats who approached the organization. Jacques's focus shifted to investigating internal members from all over the world. In recent years, the number of contacts between various people and the organization has increased. It is said that the higher-ups are considering breaking through the police and in turn finding the hidden undercovers. Winnet was not surprised by this. After all, even she herself was not very loyal.

……

433 Visit

Jacques found the original registration record of the ship and found that Winnet and her group had changed their destination to France and then boarded a passenger ship from France.

Ireland's appearance is obviously different from that of an Asian, but he has actually retained his legal identity in Japan. In his early years, he worked with Pisco. When Pisco, that is, Kenzo Masuyama, took over the car company, he also helped with the operation and took a Japanese name with the same surname as Pisco. He is quite proficient in Japanese and has also been lurking for a while as a mixed-race.

“Backpackers are terrible,” he said.

"Because traveling is only half the journey, which is the process of rushing on the road. You really don't know how to enjoy life. When you stop, you only think about the convenience store. I advise you to smoke less."

"That's all your fault. Is pretending to be a man addictive?" Ireland said with a little distress.

They were squeezed into a second-class cabin, which made everything difficult for a single man.

"I don't want to be shooing flies away all day," said Winnet.

"It's a mixed crowd, with hippies, niggers, and members of criminal organizations. And it seems like someone is looking for someone on the boat."

"As long as they haven't locked onto us, don't bother yourself."

"Young people have a really good mentality. However, with your disguise skills, even if there are traitors passing on information, it is impossible to find us."

"Suspicion, or counter-reconnaissance?"

"A few of them always carry a newspaper, a whole copy."

"That's not directed at us."