Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

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Soon, she saw Shirley and Vermouth still waiting in the parking lot.

It seemed that Gin didn't take her words seriously, or rather, he wasn't very interested in them. For that man, he would only be truly focused when he was chasing his prey.

On the way over, Winnet muttered in her heart:

They are actually getting along peacefully.

It was not warm at all, because the two of them were not in the process of establishing a conversation. When she appeared, Vermouth came over, took the keychain she had taken out, waved it in front of Winnet, and said:

"In that case, I will send this little girl back first."

What made Winnett feel incredible was that Shirley did not object, but got into the car on her own initiative, and Vermouth got into the driver's seat.

Originally, she wanted to instruct on the location of the research institute, but Vermouth did not give her this opportunity.

Many questions flashed through Miss Winnet's mind:

When did their relationship become so good?

Standing at the aisle of the parking lot, Miss Winnett watched the vehicles go away, feeling strangely as if she had been left behind.

She simply couldn't believe that Shirley and Vermouth had any strange relationship.

……

"Shirley."

Inside the car, Vermouth called out Shirley's code name.

"What's the matter?"

Shirley was a little sleepy now, leaning against the back of the seat, and both her face and tone of voice revealed a sense of laziness.

"What did you do to my angel?"

"Angel?"

"Don't you think she is like an ignorant angel born in the darkness?"

"Indeed, it is quite simple in some aspects."

"She likes you, I can tell."

Vermouth thought that she might not have many opportunities to talk to Shirley in the future.

Because of her mission, she needs to travel around the world. Winette's identity has stabilized in Japan, and it will not be the same as hers. As a researcher, Shirley's actions will be strictly restricted as long as she does not produce results that meet expectations.

They had no reason to meet.

From a personal perspective, she didn't have a good impression of Shirley.

"She told you?"

In Shirley's impression, Winnett was not a talkative person, and because of her extremely conservative views on this aspect, it was naturally impossible for her to find someone for so-called love negotiations, let alone find someone within the organization.

Vermouth's eternal youth, charming temperament, and magnetic, seductive voice make it natural for women to be wary of her, regardless of gender.

However, judging from a rational point of view, Shirley did not think that someone of Vermouth's age would do anything strange to a "little girl" like Winnet.

Shirley had always felt that Winnet was her most loyal and reliable partner in the organization. But now, seeing Vermouth frequently entering their field of vision, she felt a sense of crisis, fearing that Winnet would be taken away by someone else.

If Vermouth was simply on good terms with Winnet and came specially to help, it would be a little hard to make sense.

"It's easy for mature women to see your relationship."

"You mean, our disguise is poor?"

"Women are the hardest to deceive," Vermouth chuckled, "I am young and I have lived a long life. I see emotions and ambiguous things more clearly."

Vermouth thought it was nothing surprising that Winnet was attracted to Shirley.

When there are big differences in factors such as personality and experience, there are only two possibilities: one is to be unable to understand it, and the other is to like it as a new part.

Shirley does have a charm, a different charm from when she was young.

Rolling down the car window, the evening breeze was a little chilly. Shirley said to Vermouth, who was curling her lips:

"What's your reason for helping Winnet?"

“Oh, this… well, is it just my wishful thinking?” Vermouth smiled contemptuously, “Maybe it’s the remaining maternal instinct. I just want to have a little girl to pamper, and she’s so cute.”

Shirley couldn't help but smile:

"That's something we can agree on... but it's not a good enough reason."

“I’m not a formula-driven, logic-seeking type of person.”

"Me neither." Shirley controlled her emotions. She knew she had changed too much.

"She thinks you are very important. Her eyesight is not good, so the range of vision is very narrow, but her eyes are clear... Even I feel that once she opens her heart to someone, she will be unreserved."

"What are we talking about?"

"Anyway, she has already fallen in love with you, and I am powerless to stop her. Let me give her a brief blessing. For the secret lover."

"Don't you want to kill me?"

"No... I just don't want you to continue researching that drug. But even if you die, someone new will come to replace you. To me, this is a foregone conclusion that cannot be changed to some extent."

Vermouth's voice held a hint of relief:

"Where to go next?"

"Turn right, Haido Shimachime."

Shirley wasn't sure yet, but her hostility towards Vermouth had diminished.

"Winette's walking posture was different from usual, and she was shy and reserved."

Shirley smiled:

"Ah, do you want to know the specific process?"

Vermouth felt that these words were like a thorn in her side.

"I won't pry into your privacy. I just advise you to be moderate. If you go too far, you might get counterattacked at any time...especially if you cross Winnet's bottom line."

Shirley's words did not make Vermouth angry, but instead made her feel like she was watching a good show.

Even though her Dark Angel is at a loss when it comes to love, as long as some actions cross her bottom line or cause her emotions to become unstable, the result will be reversed, just like the Fallen Son of Dawn.

By then, she was actually very interested in Shirley's embarrassment.

Following Shirley's guidance, Vermouth sent her to her destination and did not forget to perform a passionate farewell between sisters.

In order to conceal her tracks, Shirley had no choice but to cooperate.

After confirming that she was not being followed, Vermouth restored her original appearance, turned back according to the route sent from Winnet's mobile phone, and finally drove to her.

Vermouth rolled down the window:

"Get in the car, Dark Angel."

Winette wondered what she and Shirley had said.

"Don't you hate Shirley?" Winnet asked, "Why do you seem to get along well?"

"Well, because there's a bond, right?"

Winnet understood that the "bond" referred to herself, but she did not think it was an appropriate metaphor.

"Because of me, your relationship has eased... This is ridiculous."

Vermouth found a convenience store, stopped the car, paid for two cans of beer, and threw one of them to Winette.

Winette holding the can:

"I don't drink. And you're driving."

"Then it's your turn... It's really strange, your eyesight... You shouldn't be able to drive, right?"

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It's both ridiculous and unbelievable.

She answered with a pre-planned statement:

"As long as you are familiar enough with the sounds made by cars, you can master the driving speed, and then use the sound to judge other vehicles. If you don't increase the speed too high, it will be fine."

“What a pair of amazing ears.”

Vermouth put her face close to Winnet's ear, as if trying to find out what was different about the structure of her ears compared to others.

Feeling the hot breath and the smell of wine coming from Vermouth's mouth, Miss Winnet couldn't help but move her butt.

"Well." Vermouth leaned lazily against the car door and asked with interest, "Do you want to go to the department store first?"

"no need!"

"Oh, is this okay?"

"It won't be long before I can return to my residence."

Winette heard the hidden meaning in Vermouth's words and her face turned red.

"Wouldn't it be lonely living alone in such a big house at night?"

"will not!"

Miss Winnett couldn't control her excitement for a moment.

"Haha, the reaction is really funny..." Vermouth laughed, shaking the edge of the aluminum can between her fingers.

"Well... let's stop here for the interesting topic."

Vermouth changed the subject:

"There is some progress in the previous investigation."

"The leader of an Italian bandit gang?"

"Um……"

Vermouth took out a cigarette, but didn't light it. Her expression became less happy:

"It seems that there are undercover Japanese public security agents in the Nican Conference. Behind their actions, there are police officers with hidden identities following them. I have confirmed this with Bourbon."

"An undercover agent from the Public Security Bureau..."

After staying in Japan for so long, Winette also knows what kind of organization the "Japanese Public Security" is. It is roughly equivalent to a national intelligence agency, and is the kind of rat that Gin likes to catch the most - it is omnipresent.

"Bourbon didn't say what their purpose was?"

"At present, it seems that catching criminals who have fled from overseas... is their job."

"Arrest the leader of the bandit gang..."

Speaking of this topic, Winnet couldn't help but frown:

Once the leader of the bandit group is arrested and imprisoned and confesses his escape, it is likely that the Japanese police will discover that there is a problem with the ship they intercepted. Under further interrogation, the leader of the bandit group is also likely to reveal some information about the organization.

Even if this information is not necessarily closely linked to the organization.

As long as one member's list is leaked, it will be an extremely serious omission, no matter whether it is the original person in charge or those who handle the follow-up.

"It seems that we have to act quickly."

"I think so too. However, in order to deceive people, the Mud Ginseng Society has specially arranged its activities near the East Capital Tower. It is a prosperous area in the core of East Capital, and it is difficult for us to avoid being seen."

"Leave the matter of killing him to me."

Winnett got out of the car and let Vermouth sit in the passenger seat.

"you alone?"

Vermouth was just a little surprised, not that she thought Winnet couldn't do it.

However, this was different from the United States. The area was small, the police force was abundant, and the target was not only protected but also only appeared in prosperous urban areas. Long-range sniping was extremely difficult, and even if successful, it was difficult to ensure an evacuation route.