Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

With him as an intelligence agent, the related temptations will become more intense. Of course, that person is not stupid. At this critical juncture, there are almost no new code members joining. Only a few non-staff personnel are accepted, and they are carefully selected.

"I understand. When I was working at the TV station, I was also worried that my crimes would be exposed."

"Secret arrests. That's what the FBI loves to do in other countries."

"FB 乩I?"

Mizunashi Reina was a little surprised. She had heard about Akai Shuichi, but she only knew the basics. She thought he had done his best to escape the organization's pursuit, but she didn't expect the FBI to do the opposite. It was almost a delusion to rely on one's own strength.

However, if there is a chance, she still wants to contact him. On the one hand, it is for her brother, and on the other hand, it is to get rid of the current state of complete disconnection.

"Don't worry, even if this happens, we will get you back."

……

494 Shirley Pie

After watching Rena Mizunashi go to the bathroom to take a bath, Winette sat for a while and discussed the previous information with Jacques.

"Well, I think it should be OK. This is not the Cold War era. Not only has their professional quality declined, but the new recruits are mostly like the man in the photo—foreigners who defected to the United States. Once they are controlled, the colonial power can uphold human rights, or simply abandon them and deny any cross-border behavior. Nowadays, it is not surprising that such actions are used in business and economy."

Jacques lit a ladies' cigarette and told Winette, as an experienced person, that this type of people first bribed, then threatened, and finally tortured and dealt with. Compared with them, the organization could be said to be kind.

The evil that people who break the law can do is far less than that of an organization that waves the banner of the law.

They will feel that they are right and therefore unleash the evil side of human nature.

After listening to her, Winnett understood the importance of this technology. The organization and the CIA were targeting the same target, but due to the superficial relationship between the two countries, it was impossible to openly mobilize public opinion and conduct intelligence intrusion. Even so, the two big Buddhas of the FBI and CIA still troubled the Japanese police. Megure might be used to being oppressed, but the new generation like Officer Sato would definitely not be used to it.

She also remembered someone, Bourbon was also very unhappy with them. Although he had yellow hair, he insisted that he was a native Japanese and was very hostile to the FBI, which was somewhat similar to the police. However, people like him were not suitable for being a policeman at all, and were more suitable for a career that lacked professional ethics, such as a private detective.

No matter how hard it takes to achieve your goal.

Although she didn't like that he was as mysterious as Vermouth, she still admired him on a personal level.

Apart from anything else, Rum is indeed quite capable in discovering talent.

It's like a new brand launching a high-performance electronic product with impeccable configuration. The only problem is quality control. In Winnet's opinion, the personalities and mental states of Rum's men are hardly normal.

So, she should also be a rum person!

No, I am Shirley Pie!

Miss Winnett appreciated Jacques's opinion. She said that in the upper class, people only imagine things based on strong desires, but never put them into practice. Therefore, this circle always follows a kind of artificial result and the development of digital laws. Therefore, as long as there are variables, things will often go according to the wishes of the manipulator. This is also a spy infiltration technique, just like financial fraud, making the deceived believe in the grand blueprint of the future and make it their own puppet. But there are also limitations. For Westerners, it is almost impossible to naturally integrate into Asian society.

Based on this criterion, it is difficult for spies to follow their original behavioral patterns, so they seek to train foreigners. Even so, it is difficult for them to obtain the support and endorsement of the organization, so their behavior deviates in the primitive direction, that is, the ancient acts of stealing, torture, assassination, etc.

In this regard, organizations have more say.

Once you are away from the life of blood and knife, people will become dull, but Gin will not be dull. He runs like a tireless machine, and the CIA obviously can't do this. Winette checked the emails on her phone and some information about Dr. Kosuke Asakura was sent to her. There were three people who had close contact with him, including Haru Egawa, Risa Tsuki, and Daiki Ishii. They were all students of Asakura, and Haru Egawa was the insider of the organization and a person who was proficient in that technology.

The email contained his own confession. Many of Asakura's achievements were based on the technology he obtained through experiments, but he was not given corresponding treatment. He had enough confidence that he could continue his research without Asakura. This met the organization's usual recruitment standards. Although not as important as Shirley, he was also a high-tech technician that the organization desired.

Winnett was not interested in the research itself. After all, it did not exist in her vague memory. That was to say, for the next twenty years it would be just a technology. Something that could not be applied could not realize its value.

Asakura is a rigid and strict person, lenient with himself and strict with others. These people are more or less dissatisfied with him. If she were an agent, she would also find a breakthrough among these people. The only one worth worrying about is this Etagawa Haru. Although subconsciously, he may have the possibility of playing both sides, because the organization is not stingy with the funds for scientific research.

Miss Winnett still remembers that the unlucky Kudo Shinichi was the one who came across the vodka and gin that earned research funds for Shirley. But in the end, the new laboratory was not picked up, and the funds were used to build a training ground.

Unlike those small-time scoundrels with no background, the organization's ability to cash out is terrifying. Even the money in the bank can be cashed out in a short time. However, generally speaking, they will not rob banks, after all, many of the assets of the organization's members are involved.

With the concept in mind, Miss Winnett began to act. No hotel room service could last all night, so she quickly called the internal line and returned to her post to wait for the call, acting as a customer service representative. Thanks to her training in speaking to different people, she had no problem communicating and greeting customers. She regarded them as walking carrots, food that no one would dislike.

Japanese green peppers are really nasty.

But Miss Winnet loves carrots.

Ten o'clock was her off-duty time. Because it was the peak period for booking rooms, she received overtime pay, which was a good thing. When it was time to get off work, Winette "accidentally" broke her glass, and in front of the front desk and the manager, she gave the impression that she was leaving get off work, and then returned as a guest.

When she arrived at the room, she saw that both of them had changed into pajamas and the water in the bathroom had been refilled. It seemed that Gil was still determined to spy on them. But Miss Winnet never backed down - just lock the door! Mumbling a little song from her hometown, Winnet went into the bathroom, pulled up a layer of gauze, and began to wash.

In order to maintain her mischievous character, Wynette continued to sing.

DJ Miss Winnett's Bathroom Radio is on!

A song "Lilium" dedicated to you!

The splashing sound of water surface was heard.

No, you are not allowed to intrude on the stage, Mr. Yellow Duck!

Why would a hotel bathroom be equipped with something like this! ?

Yes, and a nail set. She manicured her nails. Maintenance is the most important thing. Poor girls like her who do dirty work are losing their jobs faster than you can imagine. Without a job and no other high-end skills, how can she hold her head up in front of Shirley? In order to beg for mercy, she might as well use her existing expertise.

"Alas, being white and young is not popular these days. When can I become a big sister...wait, it seems I am already a big sister?"

……

495 Overnight

After resting and gluing her face to the new skin, and changing into the suit provided by the hotel, Winette walked out of the bathroom. Her figure was not covered by anything, so it could be seen with the naked eye. Her hair was wrapped in a towel from the beginning, and she did not wash it with water, and put on the hood again.

The room was lit, and the tapestry opposite the door was emitting a soft orange-red color. Mizuno Reina and Jacques sat opposite each other at a low table, playing chess. Winette watched without saying anything, but Mizuno Reina took the initiative to greet her, and she felt the greetings and the gazes that looked her up and down. Winette didn't care about it at all, and sat down by the double bed alone.

Everyone loves beauty, and it is natural to focus on beautiful women.

At least the disguise is beautiful enough now.

The battle between the two of them was quickly decided. Mizunashi Reina gained an overwhelming advantage, and Jacques had no complaints about losing the game. Perhaps it was because she was used to wandering among all kinds of people and often had such entertainment activities. After winning against her opponent, she could only get positive feedback of admiration and worship from her, and she didn't look artificial. But this had no appeal to Winette, she didn't know how to play chess at all!

It's really hopeless that you can be so proud to talk about such things.

It was late at night, and they drank some water before turning off the lights. The curtains were not drawn, because there was no need, the bed was far enough from the French window, and there were almost no buildings around that could rival the Beihu City Hotel, so there was no need to worry about any prying eyes.

Unless there is a sniper aiming at this place a kilometer away.

The sky was bright, and the stars in the night sky looked like black tasseled skirts, dazzling the eyes. Although they were on a mission, the girls always loved to chat, but it was difficult to successfully connect the topics.

Mizuno Reina gained a lot.

She already knew what Jacques hated and liked, such as her expertise in perfume, her interest in history, and her trust in her intuition.

As for Abby, she was still a little elusive.

When she spoke, she lacked coherence, lacked logic, and her thoughts jumped. Her interests and hobbies were probably just excuses. She listened to her talk about folk songs, some from Britain and some from Germany. She talked about her favorite poets, but she refused to say their names. As for film and television works, she knew almost nothing about them.

Although some people do not like watching movies, television has become an integral part of life and is an important channel for receiving news. However, she has an almost intuitive feeling: Abby seems to be living in a different world.

In fact, it is true. Winnet is just talking nonsense and daydreaming. She talks about things that she remembers but doesn't miss. She only cares about one thing. But she often has confusion in memory, such as movies and TV shows. She can't tell which ones exist in the world and which ones don't. This is even more true for poetry.

Conan Doyle undoubtedly existed, but the others are unknown.

She pretended to yawn and went to sleep. As always, she had a deep and shallow sleep, waking up at the slightest disturbance, so she was not worried about someone touching her in the middle of the night. After all, it would be very troublesome if her disguise was exposed.

The person next to me is gentle and considerate.

Winette's sleep was undisturbed.

This made her feel a little relieved about Mizuno Reina. At least she was not pretending to be patient and testing. She was indeed a sister who could think from other people's perspectives and was considerate. However, her kind qualities and her delicate and elegant appearance were exactly the parts that were incompatible with the organization. This not only did not make Winnett believe her, but the gap between them became deeper.

Some people, even if they stand in the darkness, cannot cover up the light.

She had felt this way several years ago.

She woke up before dawn. Mizuno Reina woke up even earlier, and her movements made Winnett alert, but she just went to the bathroom. She felt that Jacques's breathing was too regular, and thought she was also pretending to be asleep.

It seems that no matter whether you are a spy or a killer, you will never be able to have a peaceful sleep.

No one believed in anyone else, and even if they didn't have their own hidden agenda, they were definitely not as close as they seemed. She felt that this moment was a reflection of her innermost soul, like the surface of a swamp in the dark night. It was craving for sunlight, hoping to be penetrated to the bottom of the water.

She urgently needed to replenish Ai's energy.

This irritable mood made her pay more attention to her work. Subjectively, Winette hated this kind of time-limited work. Compared with the time-limited work system, she still preferred to calculate by efficiency. If it was to get rid of someone or blow up a place, she would be more active.

She did not pretend to sleep any longer; when she moved, Jacques moved too.

Jacques asked her how she felt about Kiel, and she smiled and said she was too nervous. Winette had enough time, even if her companion suddenly betrayed her, it would only add one more task. After casually mentioning the flight, Winette squeezed into the bathroom and used the wide washstand side by side with Kiel. The pastor lady with poor eyesight has always been the best disguise. No matter how much she resembles herself, no one will make the connection because it is quite counterintuitive.

"Hey! Kiel, I'm not bothering you, am I?"

She gave a pompous greeting, and Gil smiled and shook his head; she was still quite nervous because of the member of the dark organization lying next to her, but once she calmed down a little, she could smell the scent of a young girl. She seemed to be a child, and her behavior was indeed like a child, she thought. In the final analysis, she didn't know enough about the mysterious Abbes, so she couldn't have the same fear as when facing Gin.

"For you." Winnet suddenly took out a corsage.

"Oh, for me?"

Mizuno Reina was a little confused by Winnet's sudden gift; she immediately straightened her mind and asked:

"Any special purpose?"

Before answering the question, Winnet had already pinned the flower on her chest. It didn't take much effort for Mizunashi Reina to cooperate. At the same time, she had packed her luggage - preparing for today's interview. The light purple flower color matched the navy blue suit. Miss Winnet felt that her taste was really good.

She replied:

"If you get the information, take off the corsage."

Mizuno Reina nodded. Although there was radio as a means of communication, calls could not be made in all situations. Moreover, there were many electronic devices on site and the signal would most likely be interfered with.

Winnett went ahead and picked up the waitress's phone to ask for emergency leave from the hotel, hoping to be adjusted to the night shift. The manager naturally agreed, because the night is the busiest time, and scientific researchers from all over the world will come to check in.

She went to the bathroom on the first floor and switched disguises, now she was the intellectual older sister type.

Glasses, ponytails and loose clothing.

Let’s gather at the venue.

……

496 Contact

Before the meeting started, Winnet sneaked around the venue and randomly picked a lone unlucky person. When the person was doing his nails without paying attention to others, she knocked him out, took him to a secluded warehouse, tied him up, and took his place. She took advantage of the convenience of the staff to find the key to the warehouse from the security room and locked him in. After making all the preparations, Winnet saw the foreman coming to her and asked her to help set up the dinner.

Although it was an academic conference, the extravagant habits left over from the economic boom continued, and this time there was no bubble, so most people were still very rich. Putting aside Kogoro Mori, Dr. Agasa's income was extremely unstable, but the money he earned from designing something for someone was enough to cover his living expenses for several months.

On the premise of frugality.

Winnet followed the foreman to the venue. The round banquet table was replaced by a long table, a rectangular table like the one for afternoon tea in the courtyard, with snacks and drinks for people to take. Her job was mainly to deliver these to ensure that everyone could enjoy the atmosphere of the meeting. In fact, she was the wine waiter. When Winnet saw the dazzling array of snacks, she had already made up her mind.

Thank God, she had a good meal today.

Eat stealthily!

But we have to do it secretly to avoid being caught and affecting the mission.

She knew what was important and that snacks were more important, but she had to have her cake and eat it, and that was how greedy Miss Winnet was.

The job now is to arrange in advance.

She would be caught if she ate during the preparation, so she had to endure it temporarily. In the final analysis, the plating style was learned from French cuisine, but there was no strict distinction between dishes and order, leaving only small plates with strong ornamental value, and you could count the number of pieces at a glance.

Around 8:40 in the morning, guests began to arrive.

Winnett paid attention to the information the participants talked about. They were more willing to talk about trivial matters in life than science and technology. Most of the people who participated in the event knew each other, and most of the topics were among acquaintances. This situation began to change after the appearance of foreigners. She heard that some people were discussing R&D and user matters and wanted to find technical support. After understanding the routine, Winnett understood that this was not so much an academic exchange as a display of cutting-edge technology, which would be followed by subsequent development and commercial cooperation.

She focused on the Americans, the Castleman Company mentioned in the information.

The battle is not small.

The people who came formed a small team, including Jews dressed in standard clothes and strong people who were obviously not businessmen, probably bodyguards and private guards. They were like viruses spreading from the center to the surrounding circles, and they mainly communicated in English and Japanese. Although they were in the name of internationalization, in fact, there were only countries that followed the lead of America.

Putting aside their political inclinations, these researchers are not really interested in them. Protecting their own technology is the top priority for these people. Apart from the Japanese respect for sincerity, they are not really interested in these foreign businessmen. Of course, investment is another matter. As the vanguards of sponsorship, they are forced to remain enthusiastic wherever they go.

As Winnett walked around, she handed a glass of wine to the guests from time to time. In the corner where she was taking photos, she also found Keel, who was with the recording team. Keel was discussing the priorities with his companions. Given the characteristics of the Japanese media, they had to mark an explosive technological breakthrough as the first content to be broadcast.

A man who looked like a Frenchman approached Dr. Kosuke Asakura mentioned in the mission, but he spoke American English, which was not surprising for an immigrant country. He approached Asakura and told him directly that he wanted to cooperate with him, and then he talked some nonsense about democracy and benefiting mankind. As for the price, his expression was very vague, but he said that he would definitely make the other party satisfied.

Asakura Kosuke was wearing light clothes, which was not very particular for such occasions, and he exuded a kind of arrogance; he was not tall, his hair was a little curly, with some white hair mixed in the black hair, and a pair of small and narrow eyes. He had a flat nose, prominent cheekbones, thin lips, and a hint of presumptuous, mocking and even mean smile.

In short, he has a pointed face and a plain appearance.

It also lacks the humor of a famous scientist.

He did show his conceited side, saying that the technology was not mature yet and needed to be further refined, but he also mentioned the leading domestic enterprises in a roundabout way. However, due to the economic downturn in recent years, they were unwilling to invest a lot of money in the research and development of new technologies, and were far less optimistic than Asakura.

After all, she is the nominal heir, and Winnet is not completely ignorant of business trends.

As expected, the end of business is the real economy, and the end of the real economy is real estate.

Winnett thought of the fantasy park that was about to be completed. Sofia had bet her entire fortune on it.

Feeling fooled, the American soon lost his patience and smile. The moment Asakura left, Winette also saw the man in the photo - Haru Eragawa, who was following behind Asakura. There was a man and a woman beside him, who should be Daiki Ishii and Risa Tsukishi mentioned in the information. At this moment, a storm was brewing in the air. The American picked up his phone to send an email, and the host also gave an opening speech.