Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnet was afraid that Shirley would lose her trace in the snow, so she stretched out her palms, gathered her strength in her arches, and ran. In just three seconds, Shirley reappeared. Although she could hear Shirley's movements, she seemed to feel uneasy as long as Shirley left her eyes, which were as hazy as a foggy night.

A feeling that I have never experienced before, of extreme loneliness and helplessness.

As the snow gradually covered the feet, the city was dead silent. The man walking his dog also walked away. The falling snow blocked out the ticking sound of the signal, as if the person was isolated from the world and thrown into a place unknown to anyone.

“Shirley…”

Winnet's voice trembled a little.

"Huh? Are you still bothered by my anger? That's fake." Shirley said with a smile.

"Yeah." Winette grabbed Shirley's arm and shrank her cheek, "It's really cold."

"I told you not to follow me out."

Shirley laughed again. "I was just going to the convenience store. Do you think I was going to run away without you?"

Suddenly, Winnet smiled. This was the answer she wanted.

Shirley was willing to stay with her.

After walking a little further, Winette held Shirley's hand.

She felt a warmth in her bluish-white palm, coming from the small palm under the thin gloves.

Winnet was still greedy.

They walked, slowly, fingers intertwined.

The snow is still falling.

The hazy snowflakes were gradually replaced by dazzling lights and crowds.

After passing the crosswalk, they headed toward the wide shopping street. The two walked side by side, but Winnett always felt that Shirley was walking in front, pulling her, who had poor eyesight.

She thought to herself that if no one led her, she would be too weak to take a single step. She was always like this. Unless someone guided her, she would just sink deeper and deeper into an environment, just like a thief who had tasted the sweetness and continued to indulge in theft. It was easy to get addicted and lost.

With Shirley walking by her side, even if she didn't know where to go or where to go, she felt that it was definitely a new beginning.

Arriving at the commercial street, Shirley did not go towards the convenience store. She knew that the girl next to her had already been attracted by the sweet smell in the air.

During the discussion, neither of them had a meal. Shirley led Winnet to the bakery, where only the items on sale were left. Winnet didn't care, and instead was so happy that she showed off her neat, white teeth.

She held the paper bag, feeling as if she was feeding small experimental animals, and saw that Winnet's cheeks were as puffy as a little squirrel's.

Shirley couldn't help but think that if the people in the organization saw the Abris they knew in this state, they would be shocked.

Unlike her serious and earnest expression when she was making plans, Winnet now looked carefree. Shirley liked Winnet more like this, as it made her feel like she was facing a girl with active emotions.

After purchasing some daily necessities, the two returned to the attic.

Because of the snow, the temperature was much lower than usual. They only had a relatively thick blanket, which Shirley had brought back with some effort. When Winnet was about to go to her own bed, Shirley stopped her.

"Come and sleep with me. It's not really warm here."

Shirley put aside her concerns and pulled Winette over to her. It would be warmer to get into the same bed with her. Sometimes, she would imagine that there was someone by her side, so when Winette lay quietly beside her like a doll, she felt a strange sense of security.

By the way, you can also appreciate the young and beautiful body and look at the gorgeous color of the soft white skin under the moonlight... Shirley's eyes are still active. It is too early for her to sleep, and Winette has closed her eyes long ago, breathing steadily, as if she has come to the utopia of dreams, where there are no enemies or disasters worth being wary of.

The killer Abby put down her guard, and Shirley gently lifted Winnet's hair behind her head, looked at her profile and slowly fell asleep.

The next day seemed as if nothing had happened.

What happened last night seemed like an insignificant episode in life. No one brought up the past and everything went on as normal as usual. The breath of life overwhelmed the strange situation created by this strange relationship, making Shirley feel unreal from time to time. She thought that if she could be reunited with her sister, perhaps she could live a life like she does now, so peaceful that it makes people's brains slow.

However, there are still some differences.

Looking at Winnet walking back and forth and clearing the dishes, she felt that she was playing the role of the older sister.

Until the end of the peaceful day, an unexpected guest came to visit.

A beautiful young woman about thirty years old, with short golden hair and cleverly made-up on her face, she looks smart, capable, and worldly-wise, with a plump figure.

The woman's appearance immediately aroused Shirley's vigilance.

Shirley's voice was cold and sarcastic: "Vermouth, why do you have to act so coquettishly?"

The young woman's mellow voice changed - Vermouth said in her natural voice: "You should say welcome, girl, it will make you look more cultured. Abby, it seems that you have a very romantic life... much better than I thought."

"There's no need to treat yourself badly, right?" Winette interrupted Vermouth, "It would be better if we didn't live in such a shabby place."

Winette complains about Vermouth's location.

Even if it's not a luxury villa, a nice apartment will do. She expressed this with her eyes. In fact, she has no requirements for living quality, or rather, this standard has completely changed.

Living near Shirley was what she wanted more.

"We can make up for this when we get to Japan. Now, we should start the operation." Vermouth glanced at Shirley and looked at Winnett, "What should we do with her?"

"It's very simple, just take me with you." Shirley answered quickly.

"You?" Vermouth glared at Shirley, then sat down. "Well, I don't mind. It would be even better if you were killed in the operation. If you don't care and are not afraid of not seeing your sisters, why should I stop you, girl."

"I don't agree. There's no need to bring a burden with you," said Winnet.

"I'm not a burden." Shirley denied, "On the contrary, on the contrary, I can complete the task of driving for Vermouth."

Vermouth smiled even more brightly: "Abice, I am the person in charge of the operation. Well, let her try it. I also want to see what the so-called genius is like."

……

089 Masquerade (Part )

The action requires the use of different guns.

After Winnett and Shirley got on Vermouth's car, they went to a place similar to where she and Shirley lived, not the banquet venue. There, Vermouth had prepared weapons in advance and hid them in a large enough package.

This meant that she had to choose weapons on the spot, because this mission was different from the previous ones and she needed to use multiple weapons to carry it out.

In the stage, you need to use a pistol with a large number of bullets and appropriate power.

These days, Winnet felt that her left arm had almost recovered, so she chose her usual Colt Python again. The lack of recharges required a fatal blow to make up for it.

The preparations were not complete, but it was the flawed approach that made it challenging. To ensure the success of the mission, a sufficient number of bombs might be a better choice, but if it caused an eye-catching social phenomenon, there would be more trouble to deal with later.

Winette would set challenges for herself, creating a sense of tension in which she was on the verge of failure.

The pistols used in assassinations, as well as the rifles and submachine guns needed in chases, were all necessities for tonight, and she couldn't let any of the guns go wrong.

These precision instruments are like a rigorous discipline. Depending on the type, the areas that require careful maintenance and areas that are prone to wear and tear are also different. Fault inspection is the primary task, and unexpected factors need to be nipped in the bud.

After screening out the faults, Winette packed them separately into her handbag.

For the first phase of the mission, the opening of the overture, she only needed to use her old friend, the Colt Python.

"It seems that you have made your choice," Belmode saw that Winnet was ready and pulled her to a place that looked like a dressing table, "Now we should decorate your beauty. Although it seems a bit redundant, it can magnify your charm and make you radiant."

Radiant?

Miss Winnet shook her head. She didn't believe these words to comfort the silly girl. Being watched in public, not to mention being criticized, would also be too conspicuous and would be discovered in an instant.

"This is a necessary step. There's no point in you refusing, Ibis." Vermouth held Winnet's shoulders.

This even made her want to ask for help from Shirley who was watching on the side, but what awaited her was Shirley's equally interested expression - the way she dressed up for her.

Although Miss Winnett disliked dressing to please others, since Shirley also expected it, she reluctantly accepted it this time.

When the gentian-colored dress was put on her, the coral-decorated hairpin fixed her hair, and the violet flower ornament was worn on her forehead, she felt a coolness of exploring nature, a feeling of discomfort as part of her torso was in contact with the cold air, a feeling as if her loose hair was bound and restricted, as if her whole body was full of disharmony.

Shirley watched from the side, even seeing the whole process of Winnet changing her clothes.

Since she didn't care much, she didn't shy away from it. Besides, the beauty after dressing up was for others to appreciate. Shirley believed that even if she wanted Winnet to dress up like this and only for her to see, Winnet would do it.

Although Vermouth's presence made her feel a little uncomfortable, she still admired Vermouth's makeup skills and could feel the concentration she was putting into her.

Vermouth, who was now standing beside Winnet, was like an artist who poured all her passion into her artwork. Shirley stared at the process and confirmed her idea. As long as she sat quietly, Winnet's beauty was hard to describe in words, as if she had been specially treated by God - created through meticulous carving, with a peaceful and tranquil appearance, which even made people not have room for comparison or jealousy, but were fascinated by this beauty.

Winnet's long silver-blue hair hanging down her back was tied up, and her deep amethyst-like eyes were completely exposed. The center corresponded to the dark part of the amethyst, with a quiet brightness; the long, modified eyelashes were gathered above, making the eyes into an incredible river that could change color. When looking at it, there would be no feeling of being stared back, but rather it was as if one was being sucked into the eyes of this beautiful girl - a fragile and illusory beauty.

There is much more to say, but Shirley is not a poet nor a novelist who basks in literature day after day. She looks at Winnet's curves, which are gradually revealed as both pure and somewhat seductive. Although most of them are wrapped in the gradient blue dress, elegantly contained in the spacious and comfortable fabric, the shoulders and back are exposed; the junction of the dress and the skin is like a galaxy dotted with stars, with a white hole on it, showing the girl's wonderful and incredible charm.

Shirley felt that if she walked into the center of the party, someone might be so fascinated by her that they might bump into waiters and tables, spill wine all over themselves, or stumble while walking up the stairs.

Soon, she felt strangely unhappy again.

"Did you dress her like this to seduce her or to assassinate her?" Shirley asked in a low voice.

Now when Winnet walks into the venue, people will only guess that she is the daughter of a certain family or politician, rather than a country girl.

"It was just a spur of the moment thing, but don't you think this look suits Abbes better?"

"Suitable? Where is it suitable?"

"A suitable outfit to match her beauty."

"A gorgeous vase?"

"Ah, it's not surprising that someone who was deceived by her appearance would think so."

"This will only make the task more difficult, right?"

"Why do you care so much about this? This is unlike you, Shirley. In the past, even if you encountered such a thing, you wouldn't say much. You even wished that everyone in the organization would die in the operation, right?"

"If you fail, won't my trip be delayed as well?" Shirley said sarcastically, "Like you, I also pursue efficiency and don't want to be affected by your boredom."

"Abis will take care of it," Vermouth said, "For tonight's 'masquerade', this is the right outfit that won't arouse suspicion. Abis will take off her makeup. Do you have the confidence to connect the two people in an instant?"

Of course.

Shirley was confident that she could spot Winnett in the crowd at a glance.

That incredible, contradictory, and inharmonious feeling is now imprinted in a corner of her heart.

"She's a little too extravagant," Winnett said thoughtfully. "The clothes she's wearing aren't very warm, and the shoes aren't very comfortable."

"I have prepared a shawl for you," Vermouth said as if she had expected it. "As for shoes, as a beautiful lady, you will need to get used to them sooner or later."

"No, I don't think I can get used to it," said Winnet, with a sigh.

As for habit, she prefers to stay in the church, free and at ease. However, she has gradually become accustomed to the hard adventures, and the comfortable experience has been interrupted, as if her heart will only relax and soften when she is with Shirley.

"Perhaps I should have gotten you a Bible? Well, I was remiss. But we should get going and put this night's drama to a close."

……

ps: I forgot to mention that I posted the last chapter too quickly, thank you for the silver box from Beichao Yongge. The chapters owed increased from 23 to 28. Chapter 88 is the third update today, and this chapter is the fourth, so 28→26! There are still 26 chapters to owe, and I am working hard on it!

090 Masquerade (Part )

The banquet was held in a newly built building in the city center.

In addition to celebrating Isaiah Maxi's birthday, this banquet also had another meaning. Mafia families of all sizes participated in the planning of the new urban area and achieved considerable results. To some extent, this banquet was also a ceremony to cut the new cake.

The decoration of the first floor is a mixture of industrial and Baroque styles, but also has a certain sense of modernity. It is an open space.

The banquet was equivalent to a big dance in the past, and there were no stools prepared on the scene.

The walls are decorated with reproductions of famous Italian paintings, and there are fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. A large dance floor is cleared at the edge of the main stage, and complex lighting equipment is set up above. Velvet curtains are hung around the walls of the restaurant, and the arch-shaped glass windows are arranged like half-length mirrors.

As the organizer, Isaiah Maxi gave a speech on the stage and talked and toasted to the guests one by one.

Evelina held up a blue glass and observed the people around her. Shortly after the opening, she was discovered by the people of Abelius. However, the big boss of Abelius, Padraic, did not come forward to raise his glass to talk, but called his confidant to whisper. When Isaiah Maxi walked towards Padraic, Evelina put down the glass, quickly left the venue, and went to the underground parking lot not far away.

Padraic, who was talking, also noticed it, but he couldn't act too out of control in front of Isaiah Maxey because they were partners.

When Abel's hounds began to move, Winette pretended to pick up the wine glass, but actually used a small wireless communication device to inform Ji Luxi who was waiting in the underground garage.

"The target starts to move."

When the report ended, the banquet entered its second phase.

There was a change in the plan. The people in the venue began to invite the women to dance with the ladies who came, and Winnet, who was dressed in her best, was no exception.

A handsome man in a black suit appeared in front of her.

Under the suit was a gray-black high-lapel pullover. The buttons under the collar looked familiar to Winnet, and she instantly realized that the other person was Vermouth in disguise.

Winnet was confused. She thought Vermouth was just joking, but she didn't expect that Vermouth really intended to let Shirley be responsible for driving.

This is not a tour, this is a gunfight.

How could a thirteen-year-old girl appear in it?

"What you're thinking now is, 'Damn it, there's no need to dress like this, it's just attracting unpleasant attention', right?" asked Vermouth, who was standing in front of Winnet.