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136 XYZ Cocktail

Shirley washed off the sweat and other liquids, walked out of the bathroom, and wiped her hair with a towel.

My body and mind felt refreshed, my steps became brighter and lighter, and my face was full of life, energy and glow.

The act of stepping over the adult ladder made Shirley's long-accumulated obsession and resentment dissipate.

She had a faint smile on her face and glanced sideways at Winnet, who was curled up in a hairball wrapped in a bath towel on the bed, her eyes shining as if she had eye drops in them.

"Well, I have to tidy it up a bit. I can't bear to throw away the red sheets... This is really troublesome." Shirley said softly in Winnet's ear.

The fur ball shrank a little tighter.

"Move in a little bit." She issued another order.

Winnet had no good way to deal with Shirley's smug look, so she moved her butt like a girl throwing a tantrum, leaving a gap.

Shirley lay on top with her legs pressed against Winnett's.

The smell of sweat and secretions made Shirley feel safe and wonderful. She lifted Winnet's fluffy long hair and kissed the back of her white and shiny neck.

Winnett sensed a bad omen, tightened her neck, and whispered to Shirley: "Let's stop here today. I don't have any strength left. Shirley, you know that."

"I want to hold you in my arms and fall asleep. Just like lovers do, being scented with yours is also a way for women to assert their sovereignty," said Shirley.

What kind of method is this to claim sovereignty? We are not animals!

"It's all yours!" Winnet admitted through gritted teeth, "Shirley, it's your birthday. Do whatever you want. Relax today."

"I am very satisfied with the relaxation just now."

"Stop it, stop it!" Winnet shook her head, "Don't talk to me about shameful things. I'm going crazy."

Winnett was clearly ashamed: "How can we talk about private matters in public? It's better to stop at the right time."

Shirley, who originally thought it was too much, was immediately inspired by Winnet's stimulation and felt that it was not enough. She planned to try to show more affection next time to make Winnet obedient.

Although he listened to her now. "I won't say much. I'm sleepy too. It's such a small place. You should go further inside."

The single bed is only long enough but not wide enough.

Shirley retracted her arms.

Winnet was nervous for a while, but she was very tired because she had been in a tense state for a long time. With Shirley beside her, she quickly calmed down. In this way, all the accumulated fatigue was released at once, and she was soon overcome by sleepiness, and her breathing became steady.

"It's your lack of vigilance that makes me worry that you'll be deceived by other women."

Shirley sighed.

All the depression and melancholy that had accumulated over the past five years due to not being able to see each other freely was swept away.

In the early morning, when Shirley opened her eyes, she saw the big fox lying in her arms, its unfocused eyes facing her.

"Shirley, I have to go, otherwise it will be too late..."

"I know."

"Then let me go. See how tightly you hold me..."

"I want to hold you for a little while longer, just a little while."

"Why are you acting like a spoiled brat all of a sudden?" Winnett advised softly, "If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I'll be caught by the rest of the organization."

"I guess you have found a way out, my pastor lady." Shirley let go of her shoulders, turned over, and the mattress was draped lightly on her body. She lay there with one hand supporting her cheek, watching Winnett dress up skillfully.

As Winnett changed back into her previous outfit, she naturally thought of the things she had not given away last night. She had touched Shirley's fingers before and reset the Saint Lucia ring. The ring was in the ring box, and she planned to return it on Shirley's birthday.

The expected romantic scenes were replaced by exciting ones.

Winnet shook her head, opened the ring box, and walked over to Shirley who was lying down.

"Now it fits, it suits you better than me." Winnet felt how embarrassed she was by what she said and blushed.

Shirley smiled and held up the middle finger of her left hand.

Winette helped her put it on.

Winnett had never worn it in front of the organization's members, nor did she worry about being suspected. The only person who knew of its existence, Ireland, was currently on a mission abroad.

Facing Shirley's smile that seemed to have a hidden meaning, Winnett couldn't help but speed up her movements, disguising herself as the woman in sunglasses from last night.

Shirley yawned softly.

"next time……"

Hearing this word, Winette couldn't help but let her imagination run wild, and she thought to herself: I must not let her control me like this next time.

……

According to the original plan and excuse, Winnet's departure went smoothly.

Not long after she returned to her residence, she received a call from Gin.

A hoarse voice came from the microphone.

"Abby, the informant introduced by your people doesn't seem to be that honest."

Because the shock of last night was too strong, Winnett didn't remember what Gin mentioned for a moment, and she answered casually: "Rats will accept hired digging holes, and they are the same for everyone."

"Well, haha...then I'll help you deal with it!"

"Oh, it's that information dealer... People like this are really not clean. Qin, don't go too far. Now is the dormant stage." Winnet changed back to her lazy and arrogant attitude and warned.

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"Humph, the Japanese police are all just a bunch of useless trash. It's your shortcoming to worry too much."

"I wish you could call it cautious, and...crazy, I'm no stranger to it."

Gin thought of Winnet's madness during the mission, and smiled while holding a cigarette in his mouth, "It's not your turn to give instructions on such a small matter."

He decisively hung up the phone and asked Vodka to notify the intelligence dealer who provided the evidence to go to the bar he designated to conduct the transaction.

Vodka did as Gin said, dialed the phone, and repeated Gin's meaning in his own words.

"Brother, why did we specially ask him out? What if he finds out and doesn't come?" Vodka wondered.

"Don't worry," Gin said with a smile, "He's a greedy guy. He won't stop until he receives payment from us. He dares to engage in double-line transactions in front of us... Ha!"

Then, he showed a cruel smile, waiting for his prey to come to him.

Vodka laughed along, and his smile became more cruel.

……

Rainy night, Black Widow Bar.

"Oh my! It's raining so heavily! The weather forecast is really not accurate at all!"

The frivolous man brushed off the rain on his body, walked directly to the bar, and shouted to the burly bartender: "I want the same as his."

Vodka was already sitting next to the seat he had chosen.

Vodka tapped the bar lightly and typed in Morse code to hint to the man; the man pulled out an envelope from his arms and Vodka put it in his own arms.

Seeing this, the man smiled confidently, "Is it okay not to check what's inside?"

"Humph, if it's a fake, you'll be dead."

Using his intimidation skills, Vodka took out another envelope full of banknotes from his pocket and placed it in front of the man.

"I have to confirm it carefully," the man looked through the envelope, checked the amount of money, and then picked up the glass that the bartender had just served him and shook it slightly, "So, what is the next job? I have to know the key points of the next job so that I can be prepared, right?"

"Do you know?" a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

The man was startled. He turned his head and found that Gin had sat next to him without him knowing when.

"Recently, there's a rat that's been sneaking around the organization doing some shady things. Have you heard about this?"

Facing Gin's horrified eyes, the man couldn't help but blush, but he pretended to be calm: "No... I'm not sure. I haven't heard of it."

Gin said quietly: "Is that so..."

Seeing this, the man quickly said, "So, my next job is to find that rat?"

"No, I already have an idea who the mouse is." Gin denied.

The man's pupils shrank, and he raised the wine glass to his lips, "Really?" Then, he drank the wine in one gulp, "This wine is really delicious!"

He asked the bartender, "What kind of cocktail is this?"

"Rum, Cointreau, a small amount of lemon juice... a cocktail called XYZ." Gin grinned, "After this drink, everything will be over."

The man fidgeted, his legs and feet felt weak.

"Well, if there is another job, please take care of me then!" He was completely panicked and left the bar in the rain.

"Is this okay, brother?" Vodka couldn't help asking, "Just letting him go like this."

Gin showed his teeth and smiled: "Don't worry."

Before he entered the bar, he had someone plant a bomb in the man's car.

Based on his understanding of the man's greed, even if he knew there was danger, he would choose the safest way to escape - drive his own car - and leave the scene.

Gin made another call.

"Target confirmed dead." Cohen's voice came from inside.

"I understand. Please retreat."

Vodka also knew what was going on. He smiled and handed the envelope to Gin, "Brother, what should we do with the information on smuggled guns?"

"There is nothing to worry about. Everything is going according to plan. We have asked him to prepare the money. It depends on whether he understands what we mean."

"But," Vodka was still a little hesitant, "this might be a trap."

"It won't be too late to make a conclusion after we meet him. From the information Ibis has, his company was already in a state of poor management, so he had such evil thoughts. The amount we requested is just the liquid funds he can mobilize... Humph, a guy who knows how to manipulate people's hearts."

After hearing the code name of Ibis from his eldest brother, Vodka felt relieved.

Over the years, all the missions with the participation of Ibis have been basically smooth sailing. Even he felt that they could be unstoppable and do whatever they wanted in Japan.

"Brother, does Abby know that this piece of land is for Shirley to build a new research institute?"

"Don't worry, Abris doesn't hate Shirley. She just has a simple bad taste and is teasing the canary in the cage... just like when she made the stumps into weird sculptures... things like that."

……

137 A Day in the Life of Miss Pastor

Yūka-cho Church.

Winnett sat in the modern teaching and research room, drinking black tea and opening the Rice Flower Daily.

"This is the third murder this month." Miss Winnet sighed.

After settling down in Japan, Winette finally had time to look through the Redemption Diary every day. It was still the same, full of boring tasks.

Winnett didn't know who could be saved by executing it, so she had always been giving up. However, to be on the safe side, she still set up a consultation channel on the Internet.

It was essentially no different from what she did in the UK, providing crime plans, assisting in crimes, or simply accepting commissions from killers.

Since she accepts the work completely casually, the reviews on her are mixed, and she does not receive many commissions on illegal platforms.

Over the years, the rewards given by the Redemption Diary were mostly various citrus fruits, but occasionally there would be extraordinary rewards, such as the fact that she could now read newspapers without any obstacles, which was also thanks to it.

Vision is specialized.

Outwardly, her vision is still defective, but in reality, she can already see many things clearly. However, due to habit, she still relies more on sound, and her external disguise is also difficult to see. She carries an umbrella, a cane, and a focusing mirror with her.

While Winnett was drinking her tea, footsteps were heard in the corridor.

There was a knock on the laboratory door.

Winnett put down her teacup: "Come in."

"Pastor, it's time to leave." Akane Fantian, who was dressed in a female business suit and served as a teaching deacon, walked in.

She was one of the grassroots members of the organization and one of the people who had issued commissions and successfully avoided punishment.

As a person lurking in the open, Winnett does not want her identity information to be exposed, so she lets Clyde be her stand-in and exist in the organization under the name of "Ablis"; Tian Qian also accepts Clyde's orders and goes to the church to work for her, ostensibly to monitor her actions.