Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

In fact, her true feelings are -

She never wants to experience this again in her life!

……

072 Are you willing to love me?

"A dull nod means concession. But it's not bad."

Shirley hummed softly, as if she was relieved from a heavy burden.

Winnet straightened her back and stared at the strands of golden hair in front of her that were penetrated by the sunlight.

The sun came out and the mood seemed to change from cloudy to sunny.

"It's a stretch to say 'accommodate'," Winnet murmured, "I feel happy to be with him, even though I hate such a violent vehicle."

"Vehicle of violence," Shirley teased happily, "I'm very happy to hear this word from your mouth. If you can use it as a philosophical rhetoric to add to your perspective on the things in front of you, I think even if the organization sends you to do those abominable tasks, you can keep your original heart."

"Really? I don't think there is any difference."

"I'm not preaching to you, I'm just expressing my expectations. Simply put, I don't want you to become someone I hate."

Realizing that she had said something embarrassing, Shirley restarted the motorcycle and accelerated a little hastily, letting the cool breeze from the sun blow on her body.

Winette, frightened, immediately put her arms around Shirley's waist.

Winette felt embarrassed and decided not to speak. Halfway along the road, the road became difficult to walk on. When the road surface was wet, it was trampled into muddy pits and stumbled. Sometimes you could see dazzling crystals, which were shining puddles reflecting the sunlight.

Shirley maintained a fast speed and avoided all traps, which made Winnet no longer feel dizzy when she first sat in the back seat.

She gradually got used to it and tried to relax like Shirley in front of her.

The breathing that she heard from Shirley was like a signal to liberate her nature.

"Where to?" Shirley asked.

"Just ahead," Winnett answered, "the green field with the birds of paradise, and the castle further ahead."

"The castle." Shirley couldn't help wondering, "Could it be the organization's base to conceal its presence?"

"Ah!" Winnett cried out, "Actually, yes, but the scenery is great and the environment is nice too."

After much thought, Winnet decided to tell the truth. Although she didn't like lying, she didn't mind using lies to achieve certain goals. However, in front of Shirley, she didn't think lying to cover up the embarrassment was a good idea, even if the result would be a little unpleasant, even if Shirley wanted to tease her, she didn't want to take off the sincere part.

As Shirley said this, she drove towards the direction of the castle. Due to the rain, there was a river bank with spots of light nearby. Beyond the river bank was a green, lush meadow that surrounded them, all the way to the open space in front of the castle, there was a beautiful and ever-changing scenery.

"Well," Shirley stopped the motorcycle, "let's sit in the courtyard. After all, there's nothing much to appreciate in the organization's base, right?"

After saying that, she pulled Winnett, who had just taken off her helmet, through the courtyard, over the freely growing weeds, and came to a place in the backyard that was probably used as a small garden. There was a small earth slope with a slight inclination and a low wall. The bricks and tiles of the low wall were badly damaged, like a part of a broken village after the war, with a feeling of wilderness.

Winnet agreed with Shirley. There was really nothing worth seeing inside the castle. It was almost empty. There might even be some dangerous facilities inside. It wasn't an adventure for children. There was nothing worth seeing at all.

Then, Shirley leaped in front of her, stepped on the uneven part of the low wall, jumped onto it, and then reached out to Winnet below. At first Winnet thought that Shirley was going to pull her up, but it turned out that it was just the paper bag in her arms that was lifted up. She blushed a little embarrassedly, and it seemed that she had been shy more times in the past few days than in her entire life.

Her deep-rooted calmness seemed to be completely useless in her interactions with Shirley. At this moment, there were no words to express the huge difference between how she treated Shirley and how she treated other people. To use a mathematical example, it would probably be an exaggerated multiple. To deceive herself that nothing happened seemed as stupid as self-hypnosis.

She nimbly climbed over the low wall and sat next to Shirley, with a distance of half a paper bag between them.

The air above was both damp and cool. Shirley looked at the flowers and plants and told Winnet the story of Aphrodite, starting with witchcraft and religion. Although there were some pagan contents, Shirley liked to take a scientific perspective and did not leave any mystery behind. Her leisurely and detailed speech made Winnet feel like it was just an ordinary conversation between old friends.

Although the Shirley she knew was not a talkative person, perhaps because she was in a good mood, she did not say a word to spoil the fun.

"We have different views on art," Shirley said. "You seem to be a visionary like Saint-Simon, but I am half a realist, and the other half is pessimism. I am not pessimistic about myself, but about you, me, and things. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand you," said Winnet.

"Although I don't understand," Winnett repeated, "you shouldn't think too badly of everything. Even if we are in a not-so-good environment, there is nothing to be afraid of. You still have something to look forward to, right?"

"You will see your sister soon, and I will be with you. You will start a new life in a peaceful island nation. Everything will be fine. Jehovah will be kind to those who are good and upright."

"It seems that I won't be treated well." Shirley said self-deprecatingly.

"Love is never false."

"Lover? Are you willing to love me?" Shirley asked.

She knew in her heart that the love in the word was not a narrow love.

Winnett felt her mouth dry and her cheeks cold on the outside but hot on the inside, but she still said, "Of course I would, if you don't mind having me around to bother you."

Who would mind a cute little fox?

Shirley smiled.

She was not a philosopher who was full of arguments, and no matter what kind of words or communication she had, she would not fall into the wall of comprehension. She suddenly felt that her mood was no longer as impetuous as when she was alone in the laboratory, and she did not need to hide her accumulated disgust, nor did she need to play a certain role.

Now, if she had painting tools in her hands, she would want to draw a portrait or a cartoon. If she were an actress, she would want to make the girl in front of her smile and drive a motorcycle like crazy just now.

She felt like it was a dream. From the day she met this girl, the whole picture of the organization seemed to be blurred and endowed with completely new characteristics in Winnet. What was left to her was no longer just anger and vicious curses, but more sharpness and sincerity, just like the characters in The Wizard of Oz, embarking on a journey to fill the missing contents within themselves.

Shirley took out the paper bag and put the sandwich next to Winette's cheek. "You have been wanting to eat it secretly for a long time, right?"

"I'm not cheating?" Winnett said defensively. "Of course not."

Although she was a little hungry...

As a killer who makes a living by his craft, it is natural that he needs to replenish a lot of energy!

……

ps：收藏与首订比20:1，收订30:1，看大家都说10:1以下是垃圾书，有点失落(;'Д`)。

073 New Instructions

After lunch, they quickly felt sleepy, so they jumped down the low wall, wiped the mud off the garden bench, and sat down on it to rest.

In the quiet natural environment, Winette felt even more sleepy. She was always switching between high mental tension and nervousness. But next to Shirley, she had a third feeling, a tranquility like being in a sanctuary.

Suddenly, her chin and eyelids slowly moved and she fell asleep.

Shirley didn't say anything. She snuggled up to Winnet and gently closed her eyes. Her initial defenses were completely broken down.

When they woke up, it was already afternoon.

Shirley rubbed her hazy eyes and once again found Winnet with her head tilted and her eyes open. She knew Winnet woke up first, but she didn't want to disturb her.

A person who could easily take other people's lives was now considering such trivial matters, which made her feel a little secretly happy.

"What's next?"

"Uh..." Winnet used her meager knowledge, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"Then let's just go back. I'm already very happy today. I can say that this is the happiest day I've had in these years." Shirley spoke to herself, choosing to ignore Winnet's expression and got up and left the bench.

Winnet lost her support and her body swayed.

Shirley's words seemed to imply something, that what she did today was not meaningless. She felt like a greedy pirate, and hurriedly wanted to plan the next such activity to cheer up the girl. But she also thought that if they did this every day, they might lose their passion and become just a familiar couple.

This is just an inappropriate metaphor, she muttered to herself, then followed Shirley and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle.

This time the speed seemed considerate, just sparse and normal, until we returned to the city. When we got to the city, there was another chase, which made Winnet sweat coldly, but it was not good to be caught, and being invited to the police station would be a huge trouble.

If the organization knew about this, they would inevitably accuse her of "failing to supervise properly".

After returning to the attic, Shirley made a cup of coffee, looking a little tired. During the time they spent together, Winette also knew that Shirley was nocturnal, similar to bats, and sometimes she would get up in the middle of the night to light a lamp and read books and magazines.

Leisure life only goes so far.

Winnett received news from Ireland that the Mud Gourd Society had obtained a second ship and was expected to land tonight.

Thanks to the caution of Evelina, no information was leaked inside Abelius. He speculated that both parties intended to continue the transaction tonight - Evelina probably wanted to deliver the original goods.

But the Mud Ginseng Club would most likely not think so. After the previous two incidents and the misleading information related to Evelina, there would definitely be a melee tonight.

In addition, she also received a message from Vermouth, asking her to clean up the battlefield and destroy the transaction.

Vermouth relayed what the boss meant.

She also understood why Vermouth had a position in the organization. A woman who could talk directly to the BOSS, arrange tasks, and enjoyed freedom in the organization, who could ignore her?

Vermouth probably reported her actions to the boss, who in turn asked her to intervene.

The fact that they were able to obtain such information showed that the organization had also planted secret agents inside the Nican Conference.

Shirley noticed the change in Winnet's expression, she put down the magazine in her hand and filled up the coffee cup. "Another mission?"

"Well, I'm going to go out tonight. It probably won't take long." Winnett did not deny it.

"Yeah……"

Shirley didn't ask and kept her current distance, which was good for both of them. Moreover, even if she knew what Winnet was going to do, she couldn't provide any assistance, just like she had been waiting all these years.

However, no matter how long she waited, she would never get used to it.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Night has just fallen, and the dangerous streets that lure young people have just started business.

Winette took the Glock 19 and spare magazines, left the attic, and waited at the edge of Monterey Square.

Ten minutes later, Ireland drove a Chevrolet to pick her up. After Winnett got in the car, he said, "It's a bit ridiculous. The adult meant to just let a few of us do it. It doesn't matter if the drugs are destroyed."

"Because there are not many markets to sell to, it will bring extra trouble." Winette understood that small transactions could still bring in some money, but too much goods would be impossible to digest in the short term unless they were sold abroad.

"Location?"

"They have learned their lesson. They are not trading at the port this time." Ireland replied, "They are trading at the location designated by the Mud Council, an abandoned former factory. They still believe that it was Abelius who leaked all the information."

"What's the surrounding environment like?"

Winnett continued to ask. In her opinion, there was nothing incredible. The Japanese living in a peaceful country could not possibly realize that they had long been infiltrated by a mysterious international criminal organization.

"It's terrible, there's almost no cover," Ireland said. "There's good news and bad news."

Winette knew what he was going to say. "The good news is there won't be any snipers. The bad news is you'll be shot to pieces if you drive past."

This was different from last time. The organization did not allocate personnel for breakthrough operations. In fact, if they attacked openly, they would easily be targeted by light machine guns and automatic rifles, resulting in heavy casualties.

Infiltrating in small groups was the right choice, but it was changed so that it became a solo operation by her.

Ireland took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly, "Okay, you know everything in advance. So what should we do? Wait until they are both defeated, then we rush in?"

"I don't think this is a joke," Winette said.

Ireland felt that he was no longer joking. He guessed that Winnet had an idea and wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Night is the ideal protective color."

Winnet smiled.

"Just sneak up to them under the cover of night and wait until most of them are dead before taking action."

The corner of Ireland's mouth twitched. Although he had expected it, it still felt like nonsense when he actually heard it.

"There are at least thirty people on both sides, most of whom are equipped with pistols and submachine guns. If the Mud Association is more well prepared, they may also have heavy weapons."

Winette shrugged nonchalantly.

"The factory is a complex environment. They either gather in one place or stand guard separately. As long as there is a loophole, I can complete the mission."

Ireland couldn't laugh, it was an almost impossible task for him.

"Honestly, this is ridiculous. Even the special forces wouldn't dare to do this."

"I killed one," Winette patted Ireland's shoulder. "He was from the special forces. He wasn't a man of blood. The small characters from the gangs and mafia are just trash no matter how many there are. There's nothing to worry about."

Winnett is not arrogant. She has the advantage in terms of environment and ability. She only needs to erode and disintegrate the opponent's defensive strength and then do some finishing work.

Even in critical moments, she still has the ability to pray and make the right decision.

The key is that someone is waiting for her, so she has to get it done quickly.

……

074 Masked Killer

"Well, what do you need?" Ireland said fearfully as he stopped the car in the dark alley. "You're not going to go into a gunfight with the Mafia with nothing more than a semi-automatic pistol, are you?"

Winnet understood his fear and nervousness. She instinctively used her hearing to search and confirm that there were no patrolling police around before she slowly opened her mouth.

She thought about it, not sure if she could kill every enemy as quickly and accurately as a terrible devil. She needed a small disguise, which would come in handy when she needed to evacuate.