Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

In the third stage, Ji Luxi lures the target to a road with a wide view, while Cohen and Chianti ambush on the route and snipe the pursuers. On the other hand, she and Vermouth clear out the enemies who come later after leaving the scene; at the same time, Calvados leads the grassroots personnel to purge the loyalists on Evelina's list.

There are still some details needed in the specific planning, and these are things that need to be investigated by each member.

"It seems you have a plan." Vermouth turned to Winnet with a smile on her face and slowly stood up and walked to Evelina. "You just need to listen to her and do what she says. Leave the rest to us."

At this point, Evelina nodded her cunning rabbit-like head several times, "I understand."

With that, she left the room. When the heavy door knocked heavily, Winnet confidently began to explain the composition of the plan step by step. Halfway through, she was interrupted by the foul-mouthed Chianti, saying that Shirley was also at the table. Winnet was annoyed by this episode to show her dignity. However, she immediately regained her composure. "Chianti, if you think a little kid can betray you," she said, shaking her head coldly like a hanging judge, and then said, "The one who needs to be doubted in your ability is you. Only those who are afraid of failure will frequently find excuses."

"What did you say?" Chianti stood up with her lips pursed. It was clear that he looked down on her with these words.

"I told you, the strong won't look for excuses everywhere," Winnet said calmly, "Your point of view is ridiculous, and the mission is already underway."

Chianti was about to raise his gun.

boom!

Chianti was stunned, and after a moment of unconsciousness, he staggered and fell into a chair.

Before Chianti raised his gun, Winnett shot more quickly and accurately. It took less than a second from drawing the gun to shooting, and the bullet hit the gun that Chianti was raising accurately. A dent appeared on the black gun body, and it flew out of Chianti's hand and hit the old water pipe, making a crisp sound.

Seeing this, Jacques, who was holding a whiskey, whistled: "Cool, Abby! Can you perform that ghost-like gun-drawing action again? I swear, if you run away to make a movie, the girls will definitely go crazy!"

Ji Luxi, who usually kept silent, also raised her glass, but her glass was filled with juice.

"She has a terrifying talent, and she is the best among assassins." She said calmly. "Chianti, you should just follow her instructions. She is also good at action planning."

"It's a simple and effective plan," Cohen said mildly.

……

ps: There are less than 15 minutes left before the reward ends, so there shouldn't be any changes. Currently there are 487 monthly tickets, 8043 recommendation tickets, 14.61 rewards, and 359 blades. If I'm right, I should owe 23 chapters, and I'll try to pay them off before the middle of next month ().

086 Masquerade (I)

Chianti snorted coldly and stopped talking, which meant that she also agreed with the feasibility of this plan.

Winnett thought it was very troublesome. It turned out that Chianti was an old tsundere, but such a heavy metal image did not fit her aesthetic taste, so she had no good feelings about it. She stood up, took over Evelina's seat, and asked Vermouth for help - to help her draw the specific route and meeting point on the map, and to collect possible emergencies and solutions.

Calvados clamped the lens of his glasses with his glasses frame and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Don't I need to provide assistance on site? If something goes wrong with you alone in the venue, there will be problems with the execution of subsequent tasks."

Winnet chuckled and spread her hands, indicating that she could easily handle that matter.

"This will greatly increase my workload, Abby," Vermouth complained. Her voice was a little high, and there was a sense of venting in it.

"It's an interesting costume party, isn't it?" Winnett asked, while putting her baby face in front of Vermouth. "With your magical makeup skills, even the most difficult tasks will become simple. Thank you for your trouble."

"Oh, this seems to be the first time you ask me this?" Vermouth smiled and gently lifted Winnet's chin with a finger.

"Don't do that. It's too unclean." Winnet shrank her neck like a frightened bird. "Thanks to your assistance, this mission was completed quickly and efficiently. The boss will also approve of it."

Vermouth withdrew her hand and glanced at Shirley who was drinking juice in isolation. She said in a proud tone, "Okay, Abby, as you wish. But do you want to dance with me at this party?"

For a moment, Winnet felt a chill down her spine, perhaps because the devil was watching her soul. Miss Winnet felt that her tongue was like a shriveled pea. Normally, she would have agreed quickly, but for some reason, she felt a sense of doom over her head, so she felt embarrassed by the invitation.

Winette hesitated, but felt that it was not dignified enough to show her girlish nature at this time.

"Okay," Winnett thought for a moment. The stage happened to be a wide and spacious place with a great view, "if you're not afraid of being put in danger by me."

Vermouth did not directly answer this question, but said: "You will protect me, right, Abby?"

Jacques sat there, eating sunflower seeds out of boredom. Shirley asked her for another glass of juice. Chianti stopped talking altogether. Cohen and Calvados discussed guns. Ji Luxi sat with her back straight like a doll. Irishman drank whiskey alone.

Winnet felt that this was more like a company team-building event, and not at all like the atmosphere of a terrorist organization.

"Hey, how about some?" The activist Jacques pushed Jilushi's hand away, stuffed a handful of melon seeds into her hand, pushed the bucket of juice in front of Shirley, toasted with Ireland, and did not forget to tease Chianti.

This caused Vermouth to kowtow twice.

"The party starts tomorrow night, so let's make our own preparations tonight." Vermouth maintained the atmosphere on the scene, asked Jilushi, Winette and Shirley to stay, and the rest of the people left first.

"Kirushi should be very familiar with this," Vermouth moved a stool and sat in front of Winnett, "Abbes, have you ever been to that kind of occasion, wearing gorgeous clothes, standing between the tables, waiting for the host to speak... that kind of experience?"

Shirley poured herself another glass of juice and thought to herself, how could that be possible, a stupid country priest.

Although the whole process today made her feel very uncomfortable, it seemed that she knew Winnet the best among all the people in the organization.

"Oh, you guys are really romantic." Shirley said with a smile and walked in front of Vermouth. "I'm also interested in your makeup skills." Shirley said.

"The only one who needs to dress up is Ji Luxi," Vermouth replied calmly, "I will prepare in advance. Unfortunately, you may not have time to watch my show. After all, it takes a lot of time to completely dress up as another person. So, girl, what are you doing? The report says that you lack curiosity. It seems that you may need to be re-evaluated."

"Oh, there's no need to bother her. A canary in a cage can only wail - and talk big." Winnet said deliberately mocking Shirley.

Vermouth asked Winnet to stand up and put her hands behind her back. "That's right, let me see your size," she said. "You need to have a perfect look for the ball. You have a good body and only need a little makeup. Those idiots in the mafia will only think that you are the eldest daughter of that family. If they don't know you better, they will never come up to talk to you. This is different from looking for girls in the streets. If they are not careful, they will lose their heads. Of course, Abby, you too. I don't think you have the extra time to listen to their confessions."

"I'll listen," Winnet half-retorted, "but they can't repent. Without someone to guide them, they won't realize they need that. They will only continue their vulgar art for a simple goal - a crime of desire."

Vermouth looked at her with a look that made Winnet feel a little uncomfortable, and then took notes in her notebook with a pen and paper.

Being able to measure three dimensions with just the eyes is a difficult skill for Winnet to achieve, just like Vermouth's disguise technique.

Shirley pretended to be dissatisfied and walked back and forth, glancing at the contents of the notebook. She confirmed that it was Winnet's size, only a part of her upper body was average, the rest could be said to be in the category of beauty, even if these were not taken into consideration, her face alone was already invincible.

At this moment, Ji Luxi walked behind Shirley. Shirley, who was unaware, was almost frightened when she turned sideways.

"You're just like Abby, like a ghost." Shirley said, trying to hide her false alarm.

"Oh," Ji Luxi looked at Shirley, "Nothing strange. I used to be her instructor, but now she has probably surpassed me. I don't know how far she can grow. Geniuses are like that. You should know this best, right?"

These words seemed to have other intentions in Shirley's ears. She observed this member of the organization whom she had only met once, but could not read anything from his poker face. It seemed that Winnet's growth and talents were so natural to her that they were not worth being surprised, and she did not feel jealous at all.

"Vermouth, it's time to leave now that you've had enough fun. We still need to find a suitable target."

Ji Luxi was referring to the person they needed to disguise themselves as to sneak into the venue. If the other party could come safely, they would be exposed the moment they appeared at the ball.

"Ji Luxi, there's no rush." ​​Vermouth closed the notebook, "Let's send the two girls back first, and then we can go."

……

087 Snowball, bang!

Vermouth walked out of the underground casino with the two of them and drove a Bentley to take Winnet to the attic where she lived.

In order to play her role well, Winette seemed a little impatient and rude towards Shirley. Even though this could not be hidden from Vermouth, Vermouth knew her intention - to make people think that she had a bad relationship with Shirley.

Only with this premise, when doing something, will she not make others in the organization think that she has ulterior motives, and can safely hand over tasks related to Shirley to her, a cold-blooded and rude supervisor. Although not everyone will be deceived by this impromptu role, as long as the inherent impression is formed, the facts will become that.

Because a person who stays in the dark should have nothing to do with words like youth and vitality.

Always pursuing pleasure, the thrill of hunting prey, the creativity is getting crazier and the actions are getting more extreme. This is a character that is not easily suspected. If someone can do this, even if he is not a real villain, he is at least a crazy person, a person who cannot be measured by common sense. When facing such an object, even a vigilant guy like Gin will relax the idea of ​​supervision.

"See you tomorrow night, Dark Angel."

Vermouth started the car and said goodbye. When the car drove a distance, Vermouth asked Ji Luxi: "What do you think, how do the two of them get along?"

"I think Abby is just an ordinary girl in life," said Ji Luxi.

"It would be better if you had a little more personality."

Vermouth sped up as she spoke, and she put out the thin cigarette between her fingers.

She was not interested in how Winnett and Shirley interacted, and it didn't matter if they were close. What mattered to her was the success or failure of Shirley's drug research. She didn't think that a magical drug that could turn people back to youth, like the legendary immortality drug, could be born in this world, but there was a precedent drug she had taken, which made her believe that there was indeed an extremely slim chance of success, and Shirley happened to be an outstanding and talented researcher who surpassed her parents.

Vermouth got the party list and set her sights on a stage performance that was not well-known. Although there was a not-so-famous comedian, the logistics staff and the unknown actors were more suitable. In her opinion, it was just right for Ji Luxi to disguise herself as a taciturn logistics staff, and as for herself, she chose a family member of a mafia family.

The leek is suspected to be caused by alcohol and has been abandoned for a long time

On the other side, Cohen and Chianti chose a sniper point at the edge of a designated road; Jacques went to "convince" the hotel staff to let her take over, and Ireland used the same method to infiltrate the security personnel. Although it is an easy method to check, after success, this identity can be discarded. Calvados also scouted the place to investigate the places where the loyal followers of Abelius appeared.

Winette returned to the attic and just walked in, thinking about how to tell Shirley, when she saw Shirley quickly take off her coat and shoes and put the mask on the dining table.

"What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Are you still obsessed with that woman named Vermouth?"

Winnet smiled awkwardly.

"Or are you going to aim at my head again at the entrance?" Shirley asked unhappily.

Winette looked at Shirley, not knowing what to do. She searched clumsily among the shoes and finally found her indoor shoes. Then, she looked up and saw Shirley's arrogant expression.

"What? Did something I said upset you?"

Miss Winnet shook her head. How could she dare, by God?

Miss Winnett knew that she could not win an argument with Shirley, so she quickly put on a business smile, walked into the house, followed Shirley like a shadow, and asked her indirectly what had made Shirley unhappy again.

"No, even Sister Alisa praised me for my good temper," Miss Winnett said in an exaggerated manner like a comedian.

Shirley ignored her, put on a coat that covered her whole body, put on her shoes, and prepared to walk out of the attic door. Miss Winnet found her shoes in no time and prepared to follow. When she walked out of the stairs and came outside, she found that the weather was warmer than before. Winnet saw Shirley stop and stare at the sky.

Uh, it’s snowing?

Although the weather on that day was unpredictable, this was the first time Winnet had ever encountered such a sudden change.

However, seeing that Shirley didn't seem that surprised, she didn't say anything.

Maybe God felt that she was wronged and made it snow to prove Miss Winnet's innocence!

Winnet followed Shirley's gaze and saw the sky was purple. Snowflakes as big as catkins were slowly dancing in the air. The scene looked very spectacular.

It was already night, and all the residents on both sides had turned on their lamps. She followed Shirley and walked forward for a while, and the ground was visibly covered with a thin layer of white snow.

"What are you following me for?" Shirley said, pausing.

Miss Winnet felt very aggrieved.

"I'll be the caretaker for now. Besides, it's not safe for you to be alone this late."

Shirley felt relieved when she saw Winnett's depressed look. She had known for a long time that Winnett was not really that vicious to her. But what happened tonight still made her feel very unhappy.

"If you don't come with me, I'll ride my motorcycle." Shirley explained, and then saw a fork in the road ahead.

Shirley looked around. It wasn't that she was confused about the direction or the geographical location, but she just wanted to find a convenient store. From a geographical point of view, the place where they lived was actually not convenient at all.

There is only one metalworking street nearby.

She found a store with a light in the window and stepped onto the sidewalk. If she remembered correctly, there was a street with a bakery just past the block ahead. In that case, a convenience store would not be far away.

Winette followed Shirley without asking her where she was going. If it was a walk, there should have been some conversation, but she just kept walking and she felt more and more anxious.

"are you angry with me?"

When they came to the intersection with the flashing traffic lights, Winette finally couldn't help asking. There was only one man on the whole street, and he was leading a brown dog with a collar around his neck. There were no vehicles on the road, but they were still waiting for the red light.

"Why do you think so? Am I narrow-minded?" Shirley asked back. She immediately realized that her voice sounded a little heavy, so she switched to a casual tone. She looked back and forth at both sides of the road, as if trying to figure out which way to go.

Winnet couldn't capture Shirley's expression with her eyes, but she still felt a kind of carefreeness from Shirley, as if she had no worries.

"It's snowing so heavily." She changed the subject. The huge snowflakes penetrated the gaps between her clothes and neck, making her feel cool.

"Yeah, indeed."

As Shirley responded, she grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and threw it at Winnet.

boom!

When Winnet reacted, she immediately closed her eyes, and snowflakes bloomed around her nose.

Then, she saw Shirley's lively smile through the blurry snow and water.

"Now, we're even."

……

088 Fingers interlocked

Now, Winnet felt relieved and laughed out loud.

"It's not my character to passively take a beating."

Shirley held out her gloved hand in a gesture of surrender: "Then I give up."

Playing snowball fights with Winnet is one-sided, and it's boring even if Winnet lets go.

Shirley walked up to Winnet, gently tiptoed, scraped the snowflakes on Winnet's cheek with her fingers, and then put her forehead against the tip of Winnet's nose.

"Speaking of which, Christmas is coming soon." Shirley mentioned.

"Really?" Winnett felt unreal, because the date always kept turning like a wheel, and she didn't know when it would stop.

Shirley spun on one foot, strode out onto the road, her entire figure submerged in the snow.

The snow seemed to be falling heavier.