Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

After careful consideration, Winette said, "I need a mask."

Ireland thought he had misheard. What was the point of a mask? He felt that it was more important to stay safe during the mission than to conceal his appearance. Ireland did not refuse. He had a habit of collecting masks and also had mask molds - unprocessed white masks, and some portable guns.

"Anything else? Like, weapons of a larger caliber?" he asked.

"No, that would affect the infiltration operation. I have the dagger with me. It and the pistol are enough."

Ireland gave up trying to persuade Winnett. He drove Winnett to his temporary residence and took out a stack of white masks that looked like they were printed on an assembly line. They looked a little weird under the orange light. Ireland handed one to Winnett and said, "Sometimes you have to cover your face."

Winnet took the mask and felt a strange feeling, as the memories of her past life suddenly began to attack it.

She couldn't help but want to complain——

Why is the mask so Japanese?

This looks very much like the mask used in a certain mecha movie. In addition, its shadow can be seen in many animations.

Winnet took the mask in her hand, searched around, and saw some red paint, so she drew a long line at the mouth and abstractly painted some bloodstains on the forehead. As for the eyes, they were hollowed out and there was no need for fine processing.

Then, she came to a half-length mirror, looked at herself, and found even more flaws.

Or maybe she should just give herself the nickname "Black Death"?

However, her hair is white, so it would be more appropriate to call her "White Devil".

Shirley sauce, eat my SLB spicy!

Miss Winnett felt that it was inappropriate. Although it was very exciting, both of them were too pagan. However, it should have no effect on the killer Abbey. Even if Satan blocked her way, she would not be afraid at all.

"How is it?" Winnet turned to Ireland, intending to ask him what he thought.

This won't work for Ireland.

If the woman was dressed up nicely, he could still give her some compliments, but for this weird, ghostly style, should he just tell the truth?

"Ahem, it's very unique and intimidating," Ireland replied stiffly.

Winnet: "I'm Winnet, please give me your advice."

Ireland: “What do you mean?”

"Nothing." Miss Winnett's middle school mentality was a little bit bursting. She coughed dryly, "This is a line I like very much. I just want to say it again."

“So there’s a movie protagonist with the same name as you,” Ireland sighed without giving it much thought.

Young girls are indeed interested in all kinds of movies, especially French romances.

When they got back into the car, their thoughts were quite different: Miss Winnett was thinking about what kind of vest she should wear, while Ireland was worrying about what to do tonight.

He stopped the car in the suburbs, in a grove of trees not far from the railway.

This time the transaction was later than expected. Perhaps they were planning to evacuate before dawn, so the time given by the Ni Shen Club was 2 a.m.

After confirming more relevant information with Ireland, Winnet asked him to wait for her there.

"I can help you." Ireland didn't want him to appear useless. In frontal combat, he was a good fighter.

"Unfortunately, this is my home turf."

Winnett was very calm and confident. Ireland could not see any concerns in her, but she did not look like a madman who was fanatically ready to die. She tied the mask to her face, with her right hand against her body, keeping a posture in which she could draw her knife and fight at any time, and her left arm was placed not far from the bolt.

What made Ireland feel even more unbelievable was that he could clearly feel the change in the aura of the girl in front of him. She was like a shadowy, terrifying killer, or a ghost. He was in a strange situation where he could not confirm the other person's breath at all.

As if blending into the night, Winnett began to run at a very fast speed, with only the faint rustling of the bushes intermittently heard. She chose to shuttle through the bushes, because there was a long and winding railway line near the factory, so there was a piece of wasteland around it, but behind the factory was a field planted with mutant wheat, about two meters high.

Winnett, who lives in the church, has some agricultural knowledge. Such tall wheat stalks have almost no yield and can only be used as ornamental crops. With a little thought, you can guess that the factory needs to be concealed - many pharmaceutical factories in small countries need such disguises.

Despite its abandoned state, it still provided Winnet with considerable convenience, meaning that approaching the factory would no longer be a problem, as she was completely shielded by the straw.

The sea of ​​wheat looks like a blurry sea level in the night.

After finding the right direction, Winnett moved quickly along the periphery of the wheat stalks. She took out her dagger and harvested the long poles that hindered her movement. She crawled out of the wheat bushes to confirm the location of the factory and the distance between her and it.

She arrived a little early, and Abelius's men had not arrived yet.

If Evelina was a smart person, she would not come here unprepared. What's more, she would not come here in person, but call a few scapegoats who have little combat ability.

This means that the Mud Society may not suffer too much loss, thus increasing its combat intensity. But there is another possibility, Evelina is confident that she can "kick the Mud Society off the boat" and has made sufficient preparations.

Winnet patiently hid for about 30 minutes before she could hear the noise from trucks. Trucks were a reasonable choice for transporting medicine and soldiers. Winnet knew she couldn't see the situation clearly, so she simply closed her eyes and calmed down to catch footsteps and judge the number of people and their specific locations.

She soon felt the intersection of light, and the other party walked into the factory with a flashlight. The light made her judge the edge of the blurred object inaccurately, and after waiting for the light source to disappear, Winnet took a deep breath and concentrated her mind, keeping her head as clear as glass, and quickly left the straw and went around to the back edge of the factory.

As she expected, the Mud Ginseng Society deployed patrols around the area to guard against Abelius's methods.

Winnet enjoyed the feeling of turning herself into a sharp sword in the shadows, which gradually evolved into a morbid and excited state. This state even improved her physical strength and explosive power.

When it was confirmed that one of the groups was searching in a zigzag pattern, Winnett moved.

She did not draw her gun, but the silver dagger hid in the dark of the moonlight.

Her attack was swift and deadly. Her right fist hit the corner of the person's throat, killing one of the participants on the spot.

The man who was traveling with him was not spared either. Winnet lowered her body and moved behind him like a shadow. She stabbed the dagger into his throat with her left hand and covered his mouth with her right hand, killing both of them in one blow.

Hiding their bodies in the straw, Winnet murmured, "We should try to get back in the second half of the night."

……

ps: Miss Winnett wants everyone to help her come up with a title.

075 Why is there still someone like us?

Winnett did not act rashly. She fully understood the importance of clipping wings and marked the patrol routes early in the morning. She then began to ambush at the junction of the intersecting routes.

Originally, she planned to disguise herself and strip the clothes of the dead Mud Society minions, but Miss Winnett couldn't stand the smell which was like her adoptive father's stinky boots, so she gave up the idea and instead ambushed on the front line, killing the Mud Society members in batches before the team joined up.

Although the factory is not small in size, there are not enough patrol personnel, with only eight people patrolling the perimeter.

Winnet wiped them all out without expending much energy. Since the process of moving the bodies was too cumbersome, she simply gave up the safe approach and went directly through one of the three safety exits of the factory.

She was sure she heard the sound of a lighter, and there was a wall between them. When she walked into the quick exit, the dark staircase was empty. She guessed that the person who was attending the meeting was just behind the door she was about to pass through. After quietly approaching the door, Winnet hid behind the door and waited quietly.

The passage of time made Winnet feel upset. She was more worried about being scolded by Shirley than the task at hand. A bunch of rookies who could only shoot randomly and had almost zero ability to deal with emergencies were no different from the novice slimes in a Japanese RPG to her.

Unable to wait, Winnet picked up a stone and threw it down the stairs, making an echoing crisp sound.

"Who?" the man behind the door asked. "Is anyone there?"

Of course, Winnet could not respond to him. To be on the safe side, she moved away from the door. After all, if she were to come, she would definitely shoot at the door first. However, the discipline and vigilance of the mud participants were not enough. The person behind the door opened the door openly, and as a result, Winnet's dagger stabbed his throat, leaving a bloody scar.

Now, the red on Winnet's mask is not all paint, but also the thick blood spurted by the enemy.

The enemy she was holding in her palm had more vitality than she thought. She stabbed him a few more times like crazy, and shook off the blood when she pulled back.

All of a sudden, Winnett's initial excitement turned into frustration. These people were even more useless than ordinary people who were cornered. Even though she had made a surprise attack, their ability to respond was too poor.

Even if her life was as fragile as paper, these people did not have the ability to leave a scratch on it. Besides, her life must have been blessed by the gods and was saved by Shirley.

Winnet felt that the mental fear she created for herself was far more powerful than the one symbolized by her enemies, and she longed to have a mentally disturbed goblin or a demon who did not feel pain standing in front of her to add some fun to her.

As for the fragile enemies that can be taken down with a single blow of a dagger, it doesn't matter how many of them come unless you rush in all at once.

They are neither lively and kind people, nor defenders of justice, and they are even far from reaching the level of demons. The only thing that can surpass Satan is death.

Winnett walked through the door with the mentality of performing a boring purification ceremony, and continued to use her ears to capture the subtle movements. Once inside the factory, the guards were much more relaxed, as if an arch made of flowers on the streets of Paris was welcoming her arrival.

Her thoughts were no longer high, and she had lost the fighting spirit of a believer heading for heaven.

Climbing up the iron ladder like the one in the original training base, she climbed up the suspension bridge in the air with an almost weird balance. She had memorized and digested all the contents that Ji Luxi had taught her - this confirmed the talent theory of Vermouth and Ji Luxi - she did have a talent for killing.

Winnett flipped backwards and landed on the shoulder of a minion. With one stab, almost all obstacles were cleared.

She was hiding in a high place, behind an iron frame suspended by ropes, and had a panoramic view of the confrontation between the Mud Gathering Society and Abelius below.

"This is different from what we agreed on!" Qiyuan Hexi roared angrily, as if he wanted to use his voice to force his opponent to obey, "Where is that woman Evelina? Tell her to come over!"

"It's a pity." Pittman, the leader who participated in the transaction on behalf of Evelina, shook his head and replied, "Evelina has already fled in advance. The evidence she submitted to Mr. Patrick is simply a pile of waste paper."

"Have you investigated clearly? The guy who killed my nephew!"

Suhara Kazuki asked loudly again, demanding an explanation from Pittman.

"This was probably done by Evelina," said Pittman, who looked a little pale. "We have already sent people to arrest her and investigated the ships and planes leaving the port. It won't be long before we bring her to you and give you an explanation."

Suhara Kazuki raised the gun in his hand with a sinister look on his face.

Pittman panicked. "You can't do this!" he said. "Do you want to start a war?"

Seeing that Kazuki Sugihara was not frightened by these words, he continued to say to Kazuki Sugihara, "If I remember correctly, your Mud Ginseng Society can no longer afford the huge losses as before. If you kill me, you will also be buried in this land by Abelius as fertilizer!"

"You are still threatening us now?" Qiyuan Hexi said angrily, "Come on, come on, Mr. Pittman. Everyone knows that this is a common trick of yours, Abelius. You think that if you put the blame on a woman, we will foolishly believe you. Since you believe so much that Abelius will avenge you, then let's meet in hell!"

Kazuki Suhara pulled the trigger with a vicious smile.

Bang.

The remaining participants also raised their guns.

Pittman covered his chest with his hands, but the men behind him had no intention of fighting to the death. Instead, they retreated with their guns raised.

Winnett took a quick look around and found that the Mud Society had not prepared any powerful weapons like machine guns. She guessed that Pittman must have made a mistake, which led to him being thrown to death by Abelius.

Winnett had a strange feeling of playing house between the mafia and the gangs - neither helpful nor harmful, just like politicians arguing with each other to spark discussion - playing for those who don't know. She didn't rush into the current situation, watching the gunfight below.

Qiyuan Hexi was obviously being forced into a corner, and he demanded that his men not let go of Ebelius's men. Pittman covered his chest, and when he tried to raise his gun, Qiyuan Hexi's head was hit by peanuts again.

Winnett thought he was a tough guy, but it turned out that he just let his men lead the way while he watched the show from behind a safe human wall.

Seeing that Abelius's men were about to be wiped out, Winnet dodged, grabbed the hanging metal block with one hand, and shot continuously while jumping down.

Novel 9㈤０⒈８09○9

As the gun was less powerful than usual, she moved quickly left and right after landing, while not forgetting to aim at the vital points of the participants.

As she was shooting, a young man in inconspicuous clothes following behind Suhara Kazuki raised his gun.

boom!

Suhara and Xi's head exploded.

It was Winnet's turn to be a little dumbfounded. Could it be that the organization felt that it was a bit difficult for her to fight alone despite being injured, so they sent an undercover agent in?

How come there is one of our own in there?

Free skirt 0

……

076 Negotiation

For a moment, Winette was a little unsure whether she should shoot the man to death, but when she saw that he didn't seem to have any intention of targeting her, she turned her gun around and continued to kill the Mud Council members who turned around and fell into chaos.

On the other side, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had just shot Qiyuan Hexi in the head, was also dumbfounded.

A mysterious man jumped down from a height of nearly five meters, shot and rolled in the air, and broke into the battlefield. Like a phantom, in just three or four seconds, he knocked down a bunch of mud-beating men, and he even did it with ease. It is simply difficult to understand with common sense.

"I see," Winnett fired two more shots at the suspected surviving henchman, and then said to the stunned Zhu Fu Jingguang, "It seems that you are not only here to help, but also to monitor my actions."

Winnett guessed that Vermouth and Gin were not so close, and Gin sent someone to monitor her actions. Apart from an action-oriented person who was also responsible for handling traitors and supervising personnel, she didn't think anyone would be so free to come and watch her performance.

It is very likely that the man in front of Qin wanted to evaluate her - evaluations from many parties besides Vermouth.

However, Winnett was not clear about how she appeared in the other person's eyes at this moment.

A horrible, blood-stained figure.

Zhu Fushi Jingguang raised his hands in a mysterious way, indicating that he had no intention of fighting. Before this operation was launched, the Japanese Public Security Bureau had already established contact with the FBI. He originally wanted to deal with Suhara Kazuki in the name of the president of the Nisan Association, and then wait for the FBI's support team to arrive and end the current mission. Unexpectedly, this incident suddenly happened.

As for the possibility that the female-like shadow in front of him is the FBI...there is no such possibility at all.

Unless he had cerebral softening, it was impossible for him to make such a ridiculous judgment. He skipped the persuasion and went straight to the killing, going alone. What a damn ability to fight alone, there was no way he was an official.

In an instant, Zhu Fu Jingguang thought of the information transmitted to him by the Security Bureau and thought of that mysterious international criminal organization.

At this moment, he suddenly didn't find it strange anymore. Whether it was the attack on the dock, the sniper attack on the building, or the terrifying, powerful, ghost-like intruder in front of him, they were all planned by this mysterious organization.

It couldn't be worse.

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought to himself that if he met them here, it would become much more difficult for him to infiltrate this organization.

Now the enemy in front of him thought he was a member of that organization. If he admitted it, he would be a fake and be hunted down. If he denied it, he would die.

It's not that he didn't have the determination to fight this crazy guy to the death, but courage doesn't mean recklessness. He felt that he had no chance of winning a battle with her, especially since he was already firmly locked in the gun. If he made the slightest movement, the bullet would hit his wrist.