Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

The vehicle stopped after the collision. Winnett did not answer Shirley. She kicked the deformed door open with force. She held the gun in one hand and hugged Shirley with the other hand to prevent the sniper's second shot.

"Why?" Shirley asked, "Why are you protecting me like this?"

"Ah... who knows? I just thought it was the right thing to do, so I did it. God always gives revelations to a dull guy like me."

Winnet replied with a smile, blood running down her forehead.

"Okay, I won't ask. You are hurt." Shirley said again.

"It's okay, it's just a little scrape. For me, it will heal in a few minutes."

As she spoke, she pushed Shirley away from the vehicle, raised her sniper rifle, and aimed it at the direction where the bullet came from. In the blurry mirror, there was a dark shadow standing there, and at the same time, it was also aimed at her.

If the bullet had already been fired, there was really nothing she could do, but if the gun was just pointed at her, she had enough confidence that she could dodge it.

Her body was like a sophisticated detection instrument, and her senses seemed to have been further enhanced and evolved into a strange ability like intuition in novels. Winnett felt for sure that she was being targeted, but the target was not her head or chest, but her shoulders.

Do you want me to lose my fighting power?

This was not the Mafia's method; they would rather dig out information from a corpse. Besides, her car was already wrecked.

In this way——

"FBI..."

Winette thought about it again and again, and could only come to this conclusion. If they had locked onto this Mafia family banquet in advance and deployed defenses around it, or were observing the movements of undercover Mafia agents, it would be reasonable.

She made a simple judgment. The building where the target was located was not one of the best sniper locations. It could be seen that the other party was in a hurry, like a hound that came only after smelling the scent, and was not lying in wait. In this way, the possibility of an undercover agent in the organization was greatly reduced, indicating that it was most likely an unexpected accident.

I really don't know whether it's good or bad luck.

boom!

Akai Shuichi fired again.

This time, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"She actually predicted my intention to shoot. Who is this masked woman?"

……

093 Masquerade (End)

High precision...

Winnett roughly estimated that the distance was almost 700 yards. Those who could do this were probably the elite among the elites, and their level was no less than that of Ji Luxi. This was the first time she had encountered an enemy of this level.

With such a long distance, she couldn't teleport to the other person and put the gun to his head.

Thinking of this, Winnet became even angrier, and her anger, which could not be forgiven, quickly spread into the black abyss.

First, ensure Shirley's safety.

Ignoring Shirley who was staring at her, Winette lowered her center of gravity and began to run quickly. A luxury black car was heading towards her, and at the moment it was approaching, she used the bumper to flip over and landed on the roof of the car like a diver in the mirror image.

When the mafia member driving the car saw this, he was terrified and started shaking the steering wheel left and right, trying to throw Winette off the roof of the car.

However, his efforts were completely in vain.

Winette secured her body to the roof of the car, pulled out her Colt, bent her elbows, and shot while holding the gun upside down.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Three consecutive shots.

The continuously fired bullets were concentrated at one point, and even the front windshield with excellent bulletproof performance could not block them.

The bullet penetrated the glass and pierced the driver's head.

Winette spun around, kicked and shattered the side glass, jumped into the moving car, kicked the pistol held by the man in the passenger seat away, and punched him in the throat.

Winette, who was pressing on the corpses, quickly turned the steering wheel and made a U-turn on the road. After the car stopped, she kicked the two corpses out of the car and ran towards Shirley.

The sniper who was targeting them had already left the spot.

She parked the car next to Shirley.

"Get in the car!" she said.

Shirley caught Winnet's arm and was pulled into the driver's seat.

Then Shirley sighed and said:

"You're crazy...if you fail you'll die!"

"I won't die," Winnet replied.

"Yes, you always think so; but the fact is, you are injured." Shirley started the car.

"Stop talking, let's leave first. We're about to be surrounded."

"Wipe your eyes."

She threw the handkerchief to Winnett. The blood from her fair forehead had seeped through the mask and flowed into her eyes.

At this time, the sound of a motorcycle engine reached Winnett's ears. She saw Vermouth, who was carrying Kilushi, stop beside the car driven by Shirley.

"You don't look very well. Mission completed, let's retreat! The FBI hounds are approaching us, they are rarely so quick."

Shirley listened to Vermouth and turned the direction of the car, but because she couldn't adjust the seat to the right angle, she drove very awkwardly; Ji Luxi saw this, jumped off the back seat of the motorcycle, opened the car door, and let Shirley take Winnett to the back seat.

"I'll drive it," Ji Luxi whispered, "you take care of her..."

Winnett made a nonchalant gesture and raised the gun in her hand, "I'm fine, Ji Luxi, I just look scary."

Ji Luxi drew her knife and placed it on the side of Winnet's neck in an instant.

"You're starting to get slow." Ji Luxi said expressionlessly, pulling the knife back. "Shirley is right, you need to rest."

"It doesn't matter! Think about it, I know you won't kill me, so I don't bother to hide..."

Then she turned to Shirley, who was sitting in the back seat, and said, "I'm perfectly conscious. It's just a superficial wound. You should be able to tell that."

Winnet emphasized this point again. She was not trying to show off. Such an injury would not affect her actions. She did not want Shirley to dwell on this. In her opinion, this was a small setback in the trial, like a lamb being scratched - it was so insignificant. She was a mature killer and tried to avoid risky things as much as possible. Even if she did, she could rely on God's revelation to avoid the worst result.

She has never had the intention to die, nor would she sacrifice herself for others easily.

"Ji Luxi, lend me your gun."

She snatched the AK that Ji Luxi was carrying, checked the number of bullets, then lowered the car window and positioned it toward the outside.

Judging from the current situation, it doesn't matter whether the mafia members parked on the road live or die. They will be arrested by the FBI and serve several years in prison, and the people who rescued them are no longer there, and the people in charge of Abelius will change; Winnet stared at the Mercedes that tried to parallel, and when it entered the shooting angle, Winnet shot directly through the tires and fuel tank.

Four or five seconds later, a sharp explosion sounded.

Winnett noticed that Shirley was always looking at all this from the corner of her eyes, at this hell made of flames, and the eternal fire that burned sin. She thought of the possible changes in Shirley, and was a little dazed for a moment. Shirley's pure smile reappeared in her heart, pure as a lily. This feeling slowly became stronger, and the desire to protect prevailed.

While she was thinking, Vermouth and Kirushi drove side by side, following the planned retreat route away from the scene and heading towards Abeles' headquarters.

It was already late at night.

Vermouth received a call from Evelina, and they went to her original villa and saw a messy scene.

"It's resolved," said Vermouth.

This was a good sign for Evelina, and she entertained them warmly. Soon after, Cohen, Chianti, Jacques and Ireland also came to join them, which was like a relaxing after-party.

Evelina took out her collection of wine and distributed it to the members of the organization.

But there was no juice, so Miss Winnett poured Shirley a glass of water.

An incredibly large villa.

Winnet still holds the same view as before. Everything in the United States is built big and spacious, creating a sense of empty splendor. Even ordinary residents build their houses on the edge of the city, like single-family villas. Winnet looked a little embarrassed and was choked by the Chianti, but she didn't care at all and even drank a sip of low-proof liqueur.

Miss Winnett didn't like alcohol, because it would dull her senses, but dullness also had its advantages, like at this moment, dullness was good. There was no noise from the city, and she was also free from this uncomfortable environment.

Shirley sat in the distance, not looking at Winnett.

Although she wanted to help Winnet deal with it, if she asked for it in this situation, everyone would think of some kind of relationship between the two of them.

Since the person himself insisted that nothing was wrong, all she could do at this time was to believe him.

While Shirley was enduring, Vermouth suddenly said to Evelina, "Do you have anything to treat the wound?"

"I was negligent," Evelina said, "please follow me."

"Shirley," Vermouth raised an eyebrow, "Help Abis deal with this a little bit."

"I'm a researcher, not a doctor." Shirley pretended to refuse.

"Well... did you think I would say that?" Vermouth caught Shirley's wavering gaze in an instant, and raised her pocket pistol with a smile, "You'd better be obedient."

"Well, for the sake of this glass of water."

……

094 You Love Me

Vermouth followed behind, waiting for Evelina to find the medical equipment, leaving Abris and Shirley alone in the room; she lured Evelina out of the room on the pretext of having a conversation, and lit a thin cigarette near the swimming pool and the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"We don't care about the finishing work. If you want to stay in the organization, you must show your ability," Belmode said. "Developing power, making money, or other ambitions, that's not important. In addition to contacting the Ni Conference, you need to assist the organization in transporting medicinal materials, including some semi-military bases in South America. You need to set up a maritime trading company and cooperate with the organization's pharmaceutical company in trade. There will be people to assist you in these matters. Do I need to say more?"

"Of course, I will prove my worth."

"Proof? No! What you need is that there can't be any mistakes." Vermouth continued, then moved away.

Evelina thought about the situation just now and couldn't help asking, "Is it okay to let that researcher go? It seems that she is not very satisfied with the organization."

"She didn't dare to do anything."

Vermouth held the cigarette in her mouth but did not smoke it. After saying this, she turned her head away.

Shirley took the medical kit and cleaned Winnet's wounds. Except for the serious bump on her back, the other wounds were just a little skin broken. After wiping off the blood bubbles on the surface, she simply put a piece of gauze on it, and the cleaning process was almost done; this injury was much lighter than she expected, because Winnet had borne most of the impact for her at the time, and she was probably more hurt in her heart than in reality.

Compared to the villa as a whole, the room seemed particularly small. The two of them were very close to each other, as if their lonely hearts were also close to each other. Winnet had not changed into a suitable dress until now. She was wearing a black body-shaping blouse and shorts that were not much better than underwear. Her skirt was almost completely destroyed. She sat on a short armchair. Behind her, the yellow wallpaper set off the golden background. The mirror reflected her silver-blue hair that was forked by gauze like a butterfly, and the tips of her ears were exposed under her hair.

"After I calmed down, I always felt a little weird," Shirley said, "You shouldn't hurt yourself all the time. It's no big deal for me to bear the situation just now."

Shirley hated this unilateral rescue approach. There was nothing more stupid in the world than falling into the abyss alone in order to pull someone into the light. It was even less naive than the idea that both of them could be saved.

Although the situation was not as serious as she thought, it seemed to have been confirmed that when faced with a greater crisis and more serious consequences, Winnet would probably do it without hesitation.

"That's true, but it's okay for me to bear it alone." Winnet said, "If you want to bear it with me..."

Winette got up from her seat and looked through drawers, the plumbing on the exposed vanity, the windows, everywhere.

During the process, she destroyed a pinhole camera and a recorder.

"Then grow up quickly." After doing this, Winnet said gently.

"Why, you still treat me like a child?"

"It's not accurate to say you look at me," Winnett continued, looking up at the ceiling and blinking. "Even if you are immature, you are no longer a child when you reach a certain age. I have long admitted that you are no longer childish."

"Hey! Isn't it the same? It's a cliché that priests love to say! I'm in front of you, so why should I judge by other people's standards? You are the one who is nagging and worrying. How is it different from those priests who have done taboos but still warn themselves that it is wrong and make excuses for themselves? Or do you still refuse to admit it..."

Winnett's voice trembled a little: "I didn't."

Shirley turned her head away so that Winnett wouldn't see the smile on her lips, and she felt that Winnett had completely fallen into self-deception and couldn't suppress the smile.

"It's useless to say more. You are deceiving yourself with your 'pious soul'. Is worshipping and loving God really your goal? If Jehovah really has a mission for you, it must be to lead you out of the dark night of deception."

Novel Group 5①㈧○9九

Winette's lips trembled, as if she had made up her mind to stop Shirley from speaking, but she couldn't find the right words to interrupt.

What was Shirley hinting at? Was she comparing me to a priest and herself to Gertrude? It didn't seem to be the case. The relationship between her and Shirley was not so unequal, and she didn't deliberately want to bring faith into Shirley's life.

This way.

Is it implying that she has fallen in love?

Gide's "Pastoral Symphony" is not a good reading for priests. Winette felt her cheeks burning, and felt a pain of being burned by the fire of hell. The orange demon that accompanied her grew again because she could not deny it.

Winnett felt as if she heard the prayer as well—

I thank you, O God, that what you conceal from the wise you reveal to the vile!

But for smart people, they all know it, but they hide it. Although Shirley always says she is stupid, Shirley knows that she is smart and can understand all the innuendos. They are like a rain of arrows, tearing the curtain she longs to cover.