I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Serabelle walked over and waved, intending to apologize and say hello.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Curacao, who had been sitting on the sofa a second ago, stood up and walked quickly to Serabelle.

She lifted her sunglasses slightly, revealing a pair of beautiful and unusual heterochromatic eyes underneath, and spoke very seriously.

"Can we go?"

“Uh, well…”

"Everything is normal? Nothing unexpected happened?"

"No……"

Serabelle was slightly stunned and shook her head.

He originally thought that Curacao would start by questioning him. After all, he had been delayed for four hours in a row, and anyone would be angry.

It turned out that Curacao was first concerned about whether an accident had occurred on its side.

"That's good."

Upon hearing that no accident had occurred, Curacao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she raised her face slightly upwards.

"Now that we are here, do you want to meet Vermouth?"

"Let's not do that for now. The most urgent thing is to settle you down first..."

Serabelle turned and walked towards the door, but her eyes still turned to look at the silver-haired beauty following closely behind her.

"By the way, have you had lunch?"

"not yet."

"Then let's have lunch nearby first, and then go over there."

Since it wasn't a date, it didn't take much time to have a simple meal.

Plus, there are many snack restaurants around the hotel. You can just find one with good business and order two sets of meals.

A moment later, when the two returned to the car, the scorching sun in the sky had passed the center line, but the scorching heat of the west sun was even more terrifying. Even under the shade of the trees in the parking lot, one could still clearly feel the rolling heat waves coming from the concrete ground not far away that was directly exposed to the sun.

"Come up."

After getting in the car and starting it, Serabelle turned on the air conditioner and the radio at the same time.

The afternoon news was being broadcast at that moment, and the sweet voice of the announcer came softly from the car speakers.

[Recently, the all-age recognition system developed by Naomi Argent of Interpol has been developed and put into trial use. This is a software that claims to be able to access police surveillance cameras around the world and perform all-age face recognition. Interpol believes that this can completely change the way police investigate cases in the future.]

[But on the other hand, Interpol headquarters was invaded by unknown persons yesterday, resulting in one death. The intruder has not yet been arrested and his identity remains unknown...]

puff……

Serabelle couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

In fact, if you look at these two pieces of news separately, either one is acceptable. After all, wasn't the Japanese National Police Agency headquarters thoroughly invaded by Curacao a while ago?

As the saying goes, the world is just a big makeshift team. On the surface, they seem to be international, criminal police, and all kinds of high-profile, but when they really encounter something, they will be severely tested.

But this guy was talking about how awesome he had developed a criminal investigation software one second ago, and the next second his house was robbed and he hasn’t caught the murderer yet, and he doesn’t even know the murderer’s identity.

Is this a bit too embarrassing?

"Binga did it."

At this time, Curacao on the co-pilot side suddenly spoke.

"Binga?"

Serabelle turned the steering wheel with one hand, and when she heard the voice, she looked up through the rearview mirror in the direction of the voice.

I saw that Curacao had just fastened her seat belt, with one hand still on the buckle. The wide strap of the seat belt passed across her chest at a 45-degree angle, outlining a deep ravine, while the peaks on both sides remained tall and straight.

Even through the gaps between the buttons of the shirt, you can vaguely see that mature black.

However, Curacao himself seemed completely unaware of this and continued.

"Well, the organization has been paying attention to this all-age identification system for a long time, probably dating back to when Interpol announced the project. When Rum was alive, he had always been very interested in this system and ordered Binga to seize it once the time was right."

"So this Binga is..."

"Just like I used to be, all of you are Rum's confidants."

Curacao's answer was quite concise and clear.

"But now that Rum is dead and I have left the organization, I'm afraid he has taken Rum's place."

Ok?

Serabelle felt like something was not right.

"Replacing Rum... This means that Binga is now the second-in-command of the organization. Why does the second-in-command have to do the work himself?"

“Because this system is important.”

Curacao's reason is quite simple and crude.

"Besides, Binga only replaced Rum's position, but his prestige in other aspects is far inferior to Rum, so he must do something to convince the public."

"So he chose to get that 'very important' system to show off his ability?"

Serabelle felt like she understood half of it.

"That system, just like its name suggests, is capable of all-age recognition."

Curacao looked reminiscent.

"According to what Rum said before, the software only needs one photo to accurately simulate a person's appearance at all ages through AI rendering, and then search through cameras all over the world. Whether you are rejuvenated or have gray hair overnight, you will be recognized."

"Rum's goal is to find the BOSS through this software and kill it..."

"I see."

Serabelle now understood completely.

To put it bluntly, the fundamental reason why Rum wanted this system was to seize power in the organization, but now Rum is dead, and Binga, who replaced him, has become the second generation of Rum.

Binga needs this system not only to consolidate his position as the second-in-command, but also to reach the pinnacle of power within the organization.

But... the threat of this system is not limited to the organization's boss, the same applies to Serabel.

Especially if it were possible to simulate and recognize a person's appearance at all ages, Sister Mary, Elena and the others might be in danger.

Fortunately, he and Vermouth have the same interests in this matter.

Let's wait until we get settled here and then go talk to Vermouth.

At worst, you can agree to some of her conditions and then "compensate" her generously.

Chapter 700 Elena: No deposit required, only semen deposit!

Twenty minutes later, in front of Sera's house in Beika-cho 2-chome—

The black Audi was parked steadily on the side of the road.

The sun in the sky was still scorching hot. It only lasted for a minute or two when it shone on the roof of the car. The temperature inside the car immediately rose a lot even with the air conditioner turned off.

But Curacao doesn't care much about this.

As a former employee of the winery's executive department, her tolerance in all aspects is much higher than that of ordinary people. Secondly, compared with the physical comfort, she is more concerned about the villa outside the car window that looks very valuable.

"right here?"

"right here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Serabelle's voice came from the driver's side.

After parking the car, he immediately sent a text message to Vermouth asking her if she was in the hotel tonight. Then he put away his phone, took out the car keys, opened the car door and walked out.

"Okay, get out of the car."

"coming."

Without any further questions, Curacao got out of the car and followed.

In front of the doorbell, Serabelle was about to reach out and press the doorbell button when she suddenly noticed that Curacao was right next to her, almost sticking to her. She could only push her to signal her to move to the side.

"...Move a little to the side."

Curacao blinked in confusion but did as he was told without asking any further questions.

Then she saw Serabelle waiting quietly in front of the camera after pressing the doorbell, just like the confidential personnel in the movies who use their eyes to identify and unlock the door.

After about five or six seconds——

hum~

With a slight noise, the large iron gate in the front yard, which was electrically driven and remotely controlled, slowly opened to both sides.

At the same time, the main door of the villa quietly opened a crack.

"Come in, you may or may not know the person you are about to see."

Serabelle took the lead and walked in front, making a white gesture to Curacao who was still standing behind him.

The two of them came to the main door of the villa. Just as Serabelle was about to reach out and push it open, the door was opened by someone inside.

Following closely was a big hug with open arms from a certain blond-haired female scientist in black stockings.

"It's been a while, Bell~"

Well!

Serabelle subconsciously retreated tactically, but it was too late.

The strong wind blew against my face, and my vision was instantly obscured by white. Along with the buttons of my shirt, the soft touch of the fabric was also imprinted on my cheek.

Simply put, Miyano Elena dribbled the ball hard into someone.

"Sister Elena..."

Serabelle raised her head and barely showed half of her face from the valley between the mountains, and what she saw was the smug smile of a certain blonde female scientist.

"How's that? Are you scared?"

Miyano Elena smiled slyly and was about to continue speaking when she suddenly noticed that there was a white-haired lady standing next to Serabelle.

And his eyes were looking downwards, fixed on the place where she was held by Serabelle's hands.

"Ah, Bell is really something, why did you bring your friends here without saying hello?"

"She is……"

Serabel wanted to explain, but the resistance in front of him made it difficult for him to speak.

"Hell Angel."

Curacao raised his head and spoke, his strange yet pure eyes reflecting the image of the two people hugging each other.

When her former nickname was revealed, Miyano Elena couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

"Oh? That's really surprising. I didn't expect that there are still people who know my old name these days. May I ask what your name is..."

“Curacao.”

Miss White Hair said calmly.

Miyano Elena "..."

As the word "Curaçao" was announced, the air in front of the villa door froze instantly, and the temperature of about 30 degrees under the sun seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

The blonde female scientist blinked twice mechanically, then slowly lowered her head to look down at Serabelle, who was still trying to show her face from between the mountains.

"This...if I remember correctly, it seems to be the name of a wine, or is it just a coincidence? Bell?"

"It's not entirely a coincidence, but don't worry about it."

At this time, Serabelle finally saved the lower half of her face. At least she didn't have to worry about a ball being stuffed into her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth. After taking a breath, she continued.

"Sister Mary also knows about this matter and agrees with it. Let's go in and talk about it first."

"……All right."

……