Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"Hmm... Could it be Clyde? It's just a small matter. Do you still need to ask me for permission..."

Winnett complained and opened the letter. The sender was——

"Sherry!"

It's Shirley!

Winnet quickly opened her mailbox, and there was only a short line of text in it.

Remember to eat well.

Winette's mouth dropped open.

This was all predicted!

Miss Winnett felt as though she were being collared, a strange sensation.

The moment she deleted the message, she sat up and decided to go out to buy ingredients. She looked full of energy throughout the entire process from cooking to cooking. She also prepared two meals, one of which was placed on the opposite side of her seat.

Finally, she realized that her behavior was very neurotic.

"Well, we can meet soon anyway."

She muttered to herself a little sadly. This was a strange feeling for her. Whether in the country church or in the small attic in the United States, she never noticed that her chest felt a little empty.

It's just one day.

While she was in a daze, raindrops hit the eaves sparsely and flowed across the windowsill like tears.

There is no sign of the summer heat.

Winnet breathed a sigh of relief and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The next day, she woke up early and got ready.

The house was equipped with a computer, and with the knowledge left over from her previous life, she quickly finished designing the missionary pamphlet. After that, she found a small printing factory and made dozens of copies. She also bought some balloons and small items in a small gift shop and bought a small suitcase.

After completing the initial preparations, she headed to the tropical paradise again.

With the experience of yesterday's scouting, she found the place near the crowded Fountain Square. Not far away was the popular Dream Fairytale Island series of rides. There were many people with children and couples nearby.

It is a place that is both eye-catching and crowded.

Winnet, wearing a priest's robe, took a nearby bench as her base, and began to blow up the balloons she had bought and arranged small gifts, which she distributed along with brochures to people nearby, just like a small event at a shopping mall.

In addition, she did not refuse to take photos with children.

The only thing that confused her was that last year, the old flip phones were just released, but today there are already social software. She seemed to be quite popular, and even adults came to take photos with her, but she politely refused.

Of course, the missionary process was not smooth. She naturally could not give any guidance to the children, and as for the adults, they basically refused with a smile on their faces.

For Japanese people, it is difficult to import relevant beliefs unless they attend a school with church roots from a young age. Even if they are born in a church-related school, it does not mean that they can establish faith. They are more likely to have general beliefs and be influenced by some beliefs.

Winnett also didn't think that this kind of fast-food missionary work would have any effect. Her real purpose was still waiting.

She had already told Clyde to get the cell phone used to communicate with the man, as well as the possible conversation, from a designated location, and guided the other party to that location.

At that time, as long as she confirmed which man was making a phone call, she could lock on to the target.

Mental state, body habits, small movements towards the next location, after confirming all of these, she can have a general understanding of the man.

While Winnet was waiting, Clyde had already obtained the backpack that Winnet had bought from the dark tunnel of the tunnel train.

He took out his cell phone and sent emails to the people he hired, giving them instructions and asking them to enjoy the tropical paradise's projects for the time being.

He also treated it as a vacation, found an open-air cafe and chatted with the pretty waitress for a while.

Of course, while he was getting used to Japan's mobile phone culture, he found Winnett on other people's public photo walls.

Clyde couldn't help but complain: "This is really... the feeling given by the photo is completely different from the actual situation."

Like the difference between a kind angel and a sinful demon, he stroked his chin.

Before he finished his coffee, Winnet's cell phone rang.

He was already familiar with the contents of the package, but he was very curious about the organization behind Winnet, and telling him this was equivalent to extending an olive branch.

Although it was an invitation, he actually had no choice.

If he chose to refuse knowing the existence of this organization, the young lady would never let him go.

Although it was fun to be against her, he had many other fun things to experience and didn't want to die so young.

Placing the money and tip on the table, he carried the package to the gap between the two facilities and answered the phone.

A strange boy came from the other side: "Absinthe, it looks like you've arrived too."

Clyde had already known the other party's method from the message left by Winnet. He said calmly, "The mouse walked into the sun, how can I show my weakness?"

"But now the host and guest have to reverse the situation," Clyde said. "Take your evidence and go to the square near the fountain."

Toru Amuro on the other side of the microphone thought: As expected, Absinthe has already explored this place in advance.

Although he had already deployed some surveillance personnel, he did not detect any suspicious men throughout the whole day yesterday; judging from Absinthe's arrogance, he should be very confident in his disguise, and it would be extremely difficult to find any abnormality from his appearance.

But today was different, if the transaction was to take place, absinthe had to be present near the transaction.

Amuro Toru said calmly: "Okay, I'll do as you say, as long as you don't forget the agreement between us."

Toru Amuro, who was near the entrance, moved towards the fountain. He didn't know that he had passed by the man who was talking on the phone across the street, and came to the crowded fountain.

The reason why he chose the time period with the most people flow and the busiest atmosphere was to avoid arousing Absinthe's suspicion.

Toru Amuro quietly looked at the crowd nearby and didn't find anything unusual, except for the men arguing in front of the ice cream shop and a church member who was distributing small gifts, which seemed awkward with the overall atmosphere.

"A striking foreign woman, with outstanding appearance and impaired eyesight. The umbrella is new but has a scratch on the tip... Is it used instead of a cane? According to the report, she was there yesterday, so it seems that this can be ruled out."

……

ps: Although it is past 12 o'clock, it is still today for the website. Today is the third update, and I still owe 20.

130 We Have Already Met

He had previously asked his colleagues in the public security department not to act rashly and to wait for his contact.

In this state where his every move might be under Absinthe's eyes, it was impossible for him to get in touch with his colleagues.

As if to confirm that he had arrived at his destination, the cell phone he was carrying rang again.

Toru Amuro pressed the connect button: "Absinthe, I've arrived."

"I know."

Clyde spoke in a tone that he had the whole situation under control. In fact, he was just estimating the time. Even if the call was made earlier, it would not have any impact because there was no additional preparation at the fountain.

Toru Amuro guessed that Absinthe was most likely nearby and had already started looking for him.

He was not worried about his image being exposed because his original purpose was to infiltrate the organization. If he packaged himself too mysteriously, it would hinder his work.

Toru Amuro stopped at the edge of the fountain, without any other disguise, and asked in an impatient tone:

"Absinthe, can you please show yourself?"

While the two were talking, Winette had already noticed Toru Amuro making a phone call by the fountain.

Her keen hearing allowed her to quickly identify the group of people talking on the phone in the crowd. However, the process was easier than she had imagined because the man she was trading with did not hide his thoughts at all.

Not only that, when he came, he moved leisurely, and his breathing was neither hurried nor slow while he was on the phone, with no signs of anxiety.

She judged that the other party was a person with strong psychological abilities.

While she was observing, Clyde informed Toru Amuro of the next move.

"Go to the store near the angel statue at 4 o'clock. Buy a khaki package with the Tropical Paradise logo and put the information inside."

"Then, take your whitewater adventure and give your package to the attendant for safekeeping. When you leave, do not take the package with you."

When Toru Amuro heard this arrangement, he immediately thought of what Absinthe was planning to keep secret.

Although there was no direct contact, riding in the same batch of canoes could not completely cover up their tracks.

With the thought of "I want to see how you do it", he followed Clyde's arrangement, came to the Adventure Island area, and queued up for the rapids adventure project.

As soon as he entered the queue, he noticed something was wrong. Several people joined the queue with him, holding the same backpack as him. There were also quite a few people with the same style in front of the queue.

Amuro Toru couldn't help but frown. Could it be that all of these were Absinthe's men? If he had such control and didn't want to meet him in person, why didn't he send a subordinate over instead of using such a troublesome method?

Toru Amuro couldn't figure out the reason for this.

Things turned out just as Winette had expected, Toru Amuro and many other people carrying the same packages boarded the same rapids adventure.

Through her observation just now, she confirmed that Toru Amuro had not made any additional attempts to contact anyone else. After he left, Clyde also went to the vicinity of the facility and locked onto Toru Amuro's presence.

Judging from the fact that the other party was following his orders like a puppet, Clyde thought he should not be a threat.

The remaining people he had arranged to stand guard at various locations in the amusement facilities did not find any suspicious persons like the police. Even if these suspicious persons existed, they showed no signs of taking any action.

When it was Toru Amuro's turn, the enthusiastic service staff suggested putting tags on their luggage.

Toru Amuro thought: So this is the intention!

If they were marked with numbers, it would be easy to tell which of these backpacks was the one he had handed over.

And he couldn't take the one that originally belonged to him afterwards... In this way, the transaction went smoothly.

After learning what Absinthe was planning, Toru Amuro gave up all his extra plans. He decided to stay put and gain the other party's trust so that he could join the Black Organization.

This transaction was not his first transaction with the Black Organization, but the fourth.

Last time, the man codenamed Gin had extended an olive branch to him on behalf of the people behind the organization, half bribery and half threat, and this transaction was a channel for him to surrender and prove himself.

In other words, Absinthe doesn't have to pay him anything.

Toru Amuro even suspected that the Black Organization sent Absinthe specifically to test him. If he contacted his colleagues in the public security department during today's transaction, or made any suspicious moves, he would be "punished."

Pretending to enjoy the whitewater adventure, Toru Amuro picked up a random package at the end.

Those who were holding the same packages also took them in a confusing order and removed the labels the moment they received them. The strong sense of purpose gave Toru Amuro another bad idea.

The power of the Black Organization has only revealed the tip of the iceberg.

This is different from the elite structure they knew. In fact, the Black Organization consists of a large number of grassroots personnel who have deeply infiltrated the society. They will only appear when needed. They are usually good citizens and there is no room for investigation.

"Not good..." Amuro Toru gritted his teeth.

He didn't have the energy to confirm who had the evidence. If he investigated so many people at the same time, he would definitely be caught by the Black Organization.

Now he has only one wish, that the Black Organization will use these documents to "negotiate terms" with the politician instead of killing him.

Amuro Toru couldn't be sure.

According to Gin and Vodka's style of doing things, they should be mainly intimidating and blackmailing. Killing a politician is something that will be reported in the news, and the police will definitely do their best to investigate. Considering the secretive style of the Black Organization, they probably are unwilling to take such a risk.

Even if the politicians were alive, at most they would be known as two men dressed in black.

But he could not see through this absinthe, nor had he a basic concept of him.

As he was leaving the facility and thinking, the phone rang again.

"Absinthe..." Toru Amuro couldn't help but call it that.

Then he heard the sound of clapping.

"Sir, you did a great job." Although Clyde didn't get any evidence, he had made some progress in his investigation of the politician. "I have received your evidence. Tsk tsk... You keep going in and out of member-only nightclubs. You really know how to have fun!"

Toru Amuro was deceived by this sentence. This was also one of the columns he was investigating, so he did not doubt Clyde's words.

"Regarding what the organization mentioned last time..."

"Hush!" Clyde put a finger to his lips. "I will give that person a complete account of what happened, sir. I hope that we can be colleagues next time we meet."

"Colleague?" Amuro Toru showed a resentful attitude, "But Absinthe, you don't even want to see me."

"We have met, sir!"

Clyde said mysteriously.

……

131 The car is ready!

Clyde said, and hung up the phone.

He always felt that his image in the eyes of this young lady was not very good, otherwise why would she give him such a perverted personality with bad taste! As a gentleman, even if he did something shameful, he had to remain elegant.