Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnett found the balloon she had tied up early in the morning, confirmed the wind direction, and changed the sniping location.

She arrived at the rooftop of a busy department store.

This is actually not a suitable sniping location. The train will only pass between the two buildings in a short moment. In other words, she has very little time to observe.

Winnett assembled the sniper rifle, set it up at the predicted position, and called Clyde: "Help me calculate the speed of the train. Also, please keep watch."

"My lady, you like to order people around too much." Clyde replied while holding a telescope.

Winnett didn't care and continued to remind: "Be careful, Bourbon might be watching you nearby."

"It's okay to be discovered, isn't Bourbon also your partner, Miss?"

"Partner?" Winnet chuckled. "There is no such solid relationship in the organization. Besides, I don't like secretive people, especially those who keep secrets in front of me."

Well, in this way, we can barely filter out the lap dancers.

After pressing the hang-up button, she dialed another number.

"Oh, you finally took the initiative to contact me?" A magnetic, slightly hoarse female voice came from the microphone.

Vermouth couldn't help but complain. She guessed that the last time Winnet asked her to put on makeup, it was because she was preparing to go meet Shirley.

What a heartless girl!

Vermouth, dressed as a flight attendant, crossed her legs on the toilet and complained slightly, "What's so charming about that little girl? She could actually fascinate you."

"Come to think of it, her mother is also known as the 'Angel Who Fell into Darkness'."

"She has a completely different personality from her mother, though."

Vermouth's series of words left Winnet silent.

"...Shirley's mother?" Winnet couldn't help but ask.

"Want to know? Ha, then you have to please me well, otherwise, I won't mention those things that make me unhappy."

Vermouth deliberately made her tone sound ambiguous. Ever since she knew Winnet's "interests", she had one more pleasure - teasing her dark angel.

Winnett couldn't help but twitch her lips. This lap dancer was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

She was really not very good at pleasing women.

Miss Winnett said that she knew nothing about popular bags, cosmetics, and fashionable limited edition products.

Winnet pinched her throat and asked seriously, "How are you doing over there?"

Vermouth opened a portable computer on her lap, put a listening device on one ear, and kept tapping the keyboard keys to hack into the security system of the high-end car.

Among the pop-up windows, she quickly locked onto her target.

Vermouth lowered her raised thigh wrapped in black stockings, supported her chin with one hand, and smiled confidently: "Just as you said, the man in the box is not the same man in the information you provided before. It seems that even Bourbon has been deceived this time. What should I do, my angel?"

So at the same time, Winette also showed the same smile. This time, the Mud Association finally learned its lesson and released false news and found a substitute.

"Fooled? Maybe that's not the case."

Vermouth could hear Winnett's distrust of Bourbon between the lines and frowned slightly. During the past four years, she had communicated with Bourbon a lot. At least in her opinion, there was nothing wrong with Bourbon who repeatedly provided accurate intelligence.

Especially the last time Winnett deliberately leaked the information to Bourbon, the mission was still successfully completed.

Vermouth felt that Winnet should have trusted Bourbon.

"You mean Bourbon provided false information?"

Winnett lay on the ground, switching viewpoints several times, and propped the phone on her shoulder.

Bourbon's information channels were very extensive, and it felt to her as if there was a network loyal to him behind the scenes.

Because it is the Internet, the information obtained may be biased. For example, this time, the Mud Gourd Society held several meetings in a row to attract attention and ensure the smooth escape of the leader of the Italian bandit group that cooperated with them overseas, and Bourbon was deceived.

The appearance of this member of the thieves' gang is very obvious, and it is hard to imagine that he has a substitute.

As things stand, the real person is still in Tokyo.

According to Jacques' intelligence, the robbers led by Dino Cabana successfully robbed 15,000 ancient maple leaf gold coins; in addition, the robbers killed several detectives during their escape, fled to South America, seized the merchant ship that the organization used to transport research materials and smuggled weapons, and killed all the accompanying personnel. The ship contained material lists, lists of some overseas members of the organization, and other things.

Although the gang may not be interested in these things, the organization must clean them up as long as there is a risk.

The pursuit is ongoing, which is why the bandit gang has to rely on local Japanese forces.

"No, even if Bourbon really has a problem, he wouldn't be that stupid. However, the other information he provided..."

"Gin and his gang are blackmailing the president of a company. Although I don't know the details, I think the Mud Ginseng Club doesn't have the energy to deal with him right now. However, Bourbon's intelligence contains information that the president is related to the Mud Ginseng Club."

"What's so strange about this?" Vermouth was puzzled. "They do have a connection, don't they?"

There was no problem with the accuracy of the information, but the purpose of providing it seemed somewhat unreasonable to her.

Knowing that the Mud Club has been reducing its public activities recently, it still provided information that would cause Gin and others to have concerns. The conclusion is very intriguing.

There have been similar situations before. Under the influence of the intelligence provided by Bourbon, they spared many lives in order to reduce the impact during the operation.

Winnet said in a sweet voice: "It's hard for me to trust a secretive person!"

Vermouth found this sentence very useful, which means: You are the only secretive person I can trust.

But this level of sweet talk couldn't fool her.

Vermouth deliberately changed her tone to be ambiguous: "How about meeting in the evening? I have already made a reservation at a high-end restaurant and a hotel bedroom..."

Winette shuddered violently.

No, no, no, there shouldn't be anything strange about this. After all, if Vermouth wanted to do something to her, she had plenty of opportunities to do so in the past.

"Well, the train will be here soon... Contact me later!"

Winnet quickly hung up the phone.

After taking a deep breath, she sighed:

"It's really ironic. After fleeing all the way, he ended up fleeing to our base camp."

She aligned her eye with the scope.

……

ps: 18 chapters left

141 Jack the Ripper?

Miss Winnet had prepared for so long, it was impossible for her to return home in disgrace.

While waiting for Clyde to report the auxiliary parameters and Bourbon to confirm that the information was correct, Winnett remained fully focused, locked her eyes on the upper edge of the bridge, and took a deep breath.

coming!

Winette could already hear the vibration of the train passing by.

The excitement of chasing prey comes.

The feeling of the wind on her face and the touch of the cold trigger made her feel familiar and comfortable.

The next moment, the train head appeared between the two buildings.

Winnett aimed at the car window, concentrating her attention.

I see!

boom!

The bullet passed through the car window and the big bodyguard's head, and lodged in the target's chest.

From her angle, she couldn't confirm the target's condition, and she didn't have the opportunity to fire a second shot.

Winette quickly disassembled the gun, stuffed it back into her bag, took out five hundred yuan in coins, and bought a can of juice from the vending machine on the rooftop.

Winnet never expected that at this time...

boom!

The ground began to shake.

"Explosion?" Winnet's eyes widened in surprise.

Winnet couldn't help but rub her forehead. How unlucky was she to have encountered such a low-probability event?

Even more unfortunate was that the juice fell to the ground and splashed everywhere before he could even drink it.

She couldn't care less about so many things now. Once the explosion occurred, the police would quickly block the vicinity. By then, they would definitely receive news that someone on the train had been sniped and would thus lock down this building as the sniping location.

As a result, she is now in a very dangerous situation.

"Alas, although I don't want to do such a shameful thing...but, this is the only way."

Winette opened the compartment of her bag, put on a mask with a mouth and scar painted with red oil paint, took off the cross, and put on her priest's robe inside out as a cloak, revealing the belt of her trousers underneath.

A small metal throwing knife was tied to one side of her thigh, and on the other side was a heavy metal short blade made of a special alloy. The short blade was connected to the alloy rope stored in the belt.

As a contestant with top-notch balancing skills, Miss Winnett has thought about how to escape from various special places, so she commissioned the organization to develop this device. There are two buttons on the belt, one can release the rope, and the other is a spring storage device that can quickly retract the rope.

The high-strength material can fully support her weight.

"Alas, what a pity for this sniper rifle..."

After wiping the fingerprints off the gun, Miss Winnett shot the widened short blade in her hand towards the shorter building on the side, wrapping it around the fence.

She pulled hard to make sure the railing was not of shoddy construction, used a button to adjust the length of the rope, then jumped down from a high altitude, holding the rope and swinging in the air like Mount Tarzan. She stepped on the wall to relieve the force, and then climbed up using the rope.

As expected, black smoke had begun to billow from the department store.

Miss Winnett murmured, "Tomorrow's headline will be about a certain detective who solved the bomb culprit..."

The nearby floors definitely wouldn't work, so Winnett repeated the attempt several times and finally landed in the alley at a low advertising building using the side guardrail.

After taking off the mask and putting on the priest's robe and cross, she returned to her original priest appearance.

At this moment, her phone rang.

I'm not the one who can save you.

Winette saw that the caller was Bourbon and pressed the dial button: "Hello?"

"Abby, you were the one who planted the bomb in the Beihu Department Store, weren't you?"

Toru Amuro, who was on the other side of the phone, was having a terrible headache.

If it was because of his probing of Ablis that caused her to choose such an extreme sniping location and place the bomb, then to some extent, he himself was also one of the factors that led to this disaster... Not only did he fail to find out Ablis's identity, but he also threatened people's property and lives. He even wanted to punch himself a few times.

Didn't I know that Abris wouldn't play by the rules?

Now he is even willing to plant bombs to shift the impact to the society.

Crazy guy!

Winnett was tired and in a bad mood after doing so many free climbings in a row. She answered impatiently:

"Bourbon, are you out of your mind? Why would I place a bomb under my feet for no reason? Or set off fireworks for you to see?"

Miss Winnett even wants to play detective and send the bomber to jail.

Seeing that Abris was very emotional, Toru Amuro realized that this was probably an accident.

The guilt subsided a little.

but……

He didn't know how to explain it for a moment. A clip was going viral on the Internet, in which a strange man wearing a mask and a cape was swinging in the air with a hook hanging on one hand, and even his body rotated twice in the air and landed on the roof of another floor.

The person inside is most likely Ibis.

However, with his white hair, could it be that he is actually an old man?

Toru Amuro quickly shook his head. An old man with such agile skills could be a strong contender for the championship if he participated in the Olympic gymnastics event.

This kind of difficult action would be absolutely impossible to accomplish without sufficient confidence and connection.

Perhaps, as Abris said, he used to be an excellent killer.

The gray hair is probably a wig!

Masks and cloaks are all concealment!

He speculated that the real Abbey should be a sturdy man in his thirties, and as he expected, a sinister and small man.

From the figure in the video, we can see that he is not tall.