Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"I was actually wondering why there was a bunch of flowers and four sets of knives and forks on the table." Winnet replied casually.

She had wanted to eat something before the killing. It was her first time attending such a grand banquet, and it would be a shame to go home with an empty stomach.

"Are you hungry? After the mission is over, I can take you to a high-end restaurant for a meal." said Vermouth.

When Miss Winnet heard the words "high-end restaurant", her social anxiety started. She felt that people who ate there looked down on others. Miss Winnet, who felt that she was born poor, was out of place with that kind of place.

How can such fancy dishes, which are only the size of a pudding, be used to fill your stomach?

Realistic Miss Winnett said that style and atmosphere were things that could not satisfy her.

It's not even as good as a hamburger, and it's completely different from the food Shirley makes herself.

"Please spare me. I don't like places like that."

Miss Winnet was not being polite. She felt uncomfortable standing in the sight of others in such a bad way. If she was wearing a priest's robe, it would be fine, which meant that people were willing to listen to her gentle preaching, but standing naked under the light was like another kind of allergy - she wanted to give everyone who stared at her a cross and a wreath - let them go to see God.

"Okay, I respect your idea. However, there is still time. Do you want to dance with me on the dance floor? I think those men will be jealous of me. What do you think?"

Vermouth has a mischievous look on her face, which might please some women if she were a man, but it always seems a little weird to Winette, who knows that the person in disguise is Vermouth.

"Forget it. I have to meet up with Shirley soon," said Winette.

"Ah, you'd rather be in the same room with that little girl than dancing with me? What's so good about a little girl who hasn't even grown any hair yet?"

Other guests found dance partners one after another, the lights on the dance floor came on, and the waiters began to prepare the dinner. Winnet smiled in confusion. Vermouth's words were completely a joke in the end, a bad joke. It would be foolish to take such a joke to heart. Although Winnet imitated the female characters in movies and TV dramas and put her hand on Vermouth's hand, she had no intention of going on stage to dance.

“Dance is always associated with sacrifice, which is very pagan.”

"Your way of rejecting is very tactful. You seem to be worried about Shirley?"

"Why should I worry about her?"

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"Ah, you'd rather talk nonsense again. Whether you talk about the weather or the atmosphere, it's hard to hide your thoughts. When we first met, you weren't so sentimental. For a girl, there are only two possibilities: stupid sympathy and love. As long as the latter can be ruled out, I can only think so. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't get too close to Shirley."

"Everyone has sympathy, but I'm not someone who is influenced by that kind of thing."

"is it?"

"No, not at all."

"What a cold-blooded killer. But I think every girl should be more or less in love with romance. Abbes, do you believe in true emotions, or love?"

Winnet's fingers trembled.

Is this hinting at something?

No, this must be Vermouth's sudden whim. Love is a topic that sexy women always like to discuss, not for a specific target. Not to mention that there is no emotion between her and Shirley that goes beyond friendship? She doesn't think she is someone who can't stand single life. Even if she doesn't see anyone, she can arrange her life well.

The fear of not seeing Shirley may have a deeper meaning - it represents a crisis in life. If Shirley can live well on her own, away from the organization, and able to face life in the sun, she feels that it doesn't matter if she's not there.

"Could it be that you were influenced by male chauvinism? It must be love or something... If Sister Alyssa hadn't been unwilling to accept me, I would probably have chosen to serve the Lord for life."

After Winnett finished speaking, she muttered, "But I'm not pious enough, and Sister Alyssa noticed that. She said that if I stayed in the church, I would never be able to truly face life."

……

ps: The fifth update, currently 25 chapters in debt.

091 Masquerade (IV)

Winnet left this sentence and walked to the curtain at the edge of the French window, behind which she hid a handbag containing the guns and masks needed for the assassination, as well as a coat.

When she moved and walked to the window, all the lights went out in an instant. Falling into the dark pool, the people at the ball became noisy and chaotic. At this moment, Winnet took off the unnecessary decorations on her body, cut off the skirt that was in the way, and rushed towards all the people with fluorescent marks on their chests with Colt Python in hand.

The fluorescent marks are colorful and are sensitive light sources to her. Even if they are blurry, she can find the exact location instantly.

boom!

boom!

Winnet fired continuously, and the sound of the gunshots was not silenced, causing secondary chaos; the people wearing badges coated with fluorescent material gradually reacted, but they were not as quick as Winnet. She shuttled through the chaotic and trampled crowd like a butterfly, passing by each person she targeted like a ghost, carrying a storm of bullets, making shrill screams, and bringing terror equally to everyone.

The goal is not to annihilate them all, as long as the vast majority are killed, the goal will be achieved.

In a moment, the lights at the ballroom were restored. Winette, wearing a mask, smashed the glass of the French window and jumped down. While running quickly, she tore off her gorgeous, obstructive dress, exposing her close-fitting combat uniform, and quickly ran to the agreed location.

Following the prepared balloon marker, Winette climbed over the fence and rolled to the side of the car. At this time, the window was lowered and she saw Shirley sitting in the driver's seat.

A vivid expression.

Winnett felt that it was the look of a person in love, made out of jealous speculation.

Before she could react, the car door opened. Shirley's sharp eyes rolled around, her hands were on the steering wheel, and she was a little nervous.

It was obvious that Shirley was not an experienced driver, at least she had no experience in chases and gunfights.

"Why are you still standing there? We don't have that much time, do we?" Shirley asked.

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Winnet nodded, found the large handbag on the back seat, and took out the G3 SG/1 sniper rifle she had used before. She originally wanted to give Shirley a Sten, but she suddenly denied the possibility of Shirley killing others - this was something that children should not participate in.

However, Shirley had already guessed what Winnet was thinking from her slow movements.

She didn't use any euphemisms, just said briefly and roughly: "Abbes, give me the gun."

"That doesn't match." Winette sat in the passenger seat and said softly.

"Don't force your naive ideas on me," Shirley said coldly, "I have practiced shooting."

“It has nothing to do with proficiency.”

"You want me to leave empty-handed?" Shirley started the car. "I thought you could understand my feelings, but it seems that you think I am too weak."

Shirley started the car roughly, as if trying to replace her complaints with the sound of the turbine turning.

Winnet heard the faint sound of a cell phone.

"Stop," she said, and rushed out.

When she climbed over, she made sure there was no movement around, but the enemy would not necessarily make a sound to indicate their presence. For mafia members, it was normal to have subordinates guarding near the parking lot.

Winnett quickly locked onto the target's position, sneaked up behind him like a shadow, and stabbed the dagger diagonally into the throat of the man who was talking on the phone.

Before this, she already knew that her appearance was revealed. But it didn't matter. She only had this one chance to appear, and there was no equipment to capture her real face. After cleaning up the target, she returned to Shirley's car, expressionless, bloody, and her blue-silver hair stuck together because of the thick blood.

Shirley, who was sitting in the driver's seat, did not panic. She even felt that Winnett deliberately acted like this to scare her and make her feel afraid.

"It smells terrible," Shirley mentioned, starting the car.

The car was as light and agile as the driver. Winette thought that Vermouth had made special adjustments, but even so, it was still incredible and weird to let Shirley drive. She received a call from Ji Luxi, saying that Evelina was safe and she was driving on the pre-set open road.

"Seat belts." Shirley reminded casually.

But Winette didn't take it seriously. Wearing a seat belt would affect flexibility and make it more difficult to adjust the body angle. However, she soon discovered the reason why Shirley suggested this.

The bright lights of the car tore through the night, illuminating a long winding road in front of them. It wasn't because the road was winding, but because the car body was shaking due to the violent acceleration and slight turns. It felt more and more bumpy and faster, and soon the curve appeared, and the road became blurred under Shirley's speeding. It was like a religious story about the dome - they climbed up in a spiral - almost leaping onto the wide three-lane highway.

Soon, a new landscape came into view. Layers of apartments seemed to sit on a stone platform made of light, overlooking the city.

On the set road stage, not only Abelius' pursuers were attracted, but also the team belonging to the Mafia family.

boom!

Gunfire suddenly rang out.

There was a burst of intense gunfire, which to Winnet sounded like random shooting without any reason.

"Shirley, what's the situation?" Winnet asked calmly.

"In addition to Ji Luxi and the pursuing vehicle, there was also a convoy of black bridge cars and several miscellaneous cars following not far behind. Judging from the fact that they did not stop driving after the gunshots, they did not seem to be passers-by who were involved." Shirley, who was driving at a high speed, replied.

"There are always surprises along the way," Winnette said. "I don't know which friend got involved. They're lucky that my original plan didn't kill them all."

Winette turned on the small wireless communication device and said, "It's time to finish it."

After receiving the call, Ji Luxi slowed down on the straight road, opened the car window, lightly jumped over the bumper, jumped onto the hood, raised the modified AK-47 she had prepared early in the morning, leaned over and fired continuously and interfered.

At the same time, the vehicle arrived at the section of the road where Cohen and Chianti had set up an ambush.

The sniper rifle bullet accurately penetrated the side window and sank into the head of the pursuer who was driving. His body slid down and changed the direction of the steering wheel. The vehicle crashed into the guardrail of the highway, causing the following vehicles to be blocked. Chianti fired another shot, hitting the fuel tank of the vehicle, and the explosion blocked the view.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ji Luxi jumped from the hood of the vehicle.

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"Ah, it seems I'm faster!"

Vermouth drove her Harley V-Rod, did a turn and stopped, took off her helmet, shook her long hair, and smiled at Ji Luxi.

……

092 Masquerade (V)

Night falls quickly, and this is a good opportunity for FBI investigator Shuichi Akai.

They received information provided by the Japanese Public Security Bureau that tonight, a mysterious criminal organization that came and went without a trace internationally would be involved in a gang fight on the stage in Los Angeles.

Five years ago, Shuichi Akai went from Japan to the United States to investigate the cause of his father's death, and eventually joined the FBI. At the same time, he got the news that Akai's disappearance was related to this mysterious organization.

"Xuyi, the woman driving the lead vehicle has abandoned it." Judy Stelling, also an FBI investigator, contacted.

The FBI team, who were chasing on the highway, reacted quickly when the gunfight broke out at the banquet. They drove behind the pursuit convoy and tried not to turn on the lights. Later, it turned into a chase on the highway. At this moment, Akai Shuichi was alert and judged that the enemy had deployed snipers, so he started to act separately and find buildings in the area that could provide favorable observation conditions.

Originally he was planning to launch a counter-sniper operation, but he received a call from someone in a dark organization who was targeting a mafia character.

His boss, James Black, explained that as long as it did not involve the Mafia fights of ordinary people, they could not interfere, which came from the confrontation between the FBI and the Mafia - they were happy to see the enemy's power weakened.

Shuichi Akai was lurking on the top of the building. Through the previous two sniper attacks, he confirmed that the sniper from the Black Organization was on a floor about two hundred yards away from him.

But even if the FBI is contacted, it will be impossible to establish a reliable encirclement in a short period of time.

He turned his attention to the avenue below where cars were whizzing by.

"Child?" He frowned.

Shuichi Akai discovered that there was a short curly-haired girl sitting in the driver's seat. He adjusted the seat to the front, but the movement still seemed a little reluctant.

Is he a dwarf?

He turned his attention to the passenger seat, also a woman. But what was more eye-catching than her gender was the dried blood on her body and the sniper rifle in her hand.

If the dark organization wanted to wipe out the Mafia's pursuers, there should be people from the organization in the vehicle behind. He carefully screened the most suspicious objects and finally locked his target on this car.

This made Shuichi Akai almost certain that these two people must be related to the mysterious dark organization.

He aimed at the wheel.

boom!

Winette gripped the gun handle with both hands, "Shirley, get down!"

Before the bullet arrived, she clearly heard the sound of breaking through the air, which meant it was a long-range sniper shot and the bullet slowed down after several rounds.

"what?"

Winette wanted to take Shirley's place, but her speed could not exceed the bullet, and she could not protect Shirley who was sitting in the main driver's seat. At this moment, she had a weak fluke, pinning her hopes on God, like a gambler tossing a coin, wandering between victory and despair. She hugged Shirley tightly in her arms, and when the car began to turn unnaturally, she knew that the goddess of luck had mercy on her - the target was not Shirley.

Afterwards, Winnet found that she was having trouble breathing, as if her trachea was blocked, like the noisy vibrations before a volcano erupted, which indicated that her anger would erupt in waves, out of control, and with no possibility of retraction; the land of forgiveness would no longer belong to her, and would be replaced by sonorous and piercing lamentations and wails, endlessly. She vowed to let the shooter's tragic voice echo and let his desperate sobs prolong to the end of his life.

Before the devil's illusion completely took over her, she leaned forward and enveloped Shirley in her arms to prevent her from getting hurt by the irregular shaking and collisions.

"Winnett? Winnett!"

Shirley's voice lost its composure, like the cry for help of a shipwrecked person at sea in a storm, but she was calling for someone else.

"Are you okay!?"

Winnett felt her internal organs churning, but without the burden of rupture and severe pain. Shirley's voice fell smoothly into her ears, as if it contained an intoxicating fascination that almost made her skip all the painful parts.

The girl in her arms was like an illusion that bewitched her, stretching and cutting off a part of her life.

I always feel that I was wrong.

Winnett raised the corners of her mouth.

A fool who follows the rules. From the very beginning, she was not such a silly girl!

No one in the world, whether homosexual or child, had ever loved her so deeply.

Winnet suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with the vows of love, exile, fate, hope, sorrow, and the flowers on the lovers' graves that appeared on the stage of the drama.