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"Is it completely ineffective?"

"It's not a question of whether it works or not..." Serabelle was powerless to complain.

"It's just like going back home to get married after the battle. Usually in movies and TV shows, after saying similar lines, characters will basically die in the subsequent plots. Didn't you make movies before? You must know this, right?"

"Well, I know."

Belmode raised his eyebrows.

"But it's just a movie script after all. It's designed this way to highlight the tragedy of the character's death and deepen the emotional impact on the audience. There is no such thing as a script in real life."

"What if I get distracted during the mission and it affects my performance?" Serabell squinted.

"Oh wow, really?"

The Thousand-Faced Witch straightened up slightly and licked her lips condescendingly.

"Then in order to stabilize our Bell's condition, sister will have to work a little harder, and come back before the mission begins?"

"Forget it, you won't be able to sustain that physically."

Serabelle tapped the peach.

"Besides, it's almost time. It's time to get ready to go into the water."

"uh-huh."

Vermouth did not deny that it was almost time. She just stood up, pushed the cake aside, grabbed the diving suit from the box and started putting it on.

The zipper is pulled up, and the tight-fitting style perfectly highlights her curvy curves.

Before putting on the respirator, Vermouth turned around and smiled at the young man who was still getting dressed in the cabin. A flash of extremely intense emotion that was about to burst out flashed in her indigo eyes.

"Well, what I said just now is not just to encourage you, but I am serious. As long as you succeed this time, Bell, I will allow you to play however you want after you go back~"

Chapter 716 Beheading on Meeting

The instructions to start the action came quite calmly, just like receiving a text message or a private message on a social platform.

After receiving the news, Serabelle and Vermouth, who were already ready, started the speedboat again and headed towards the Pacific buoy at the fastest speed to reach the diving location.

At this time, the sun was gradually setting in the west, and the golden sunlight shone through the sea water into the sea below. Looking down from the speedboat, one could vaguely see the huge building under the waves, like a giant nail sinking straight into the seabed, with the unique cold luster of steel in the light.

The entrance floating on the sea, which is as big as an unknown island, is only its "nail head" part.

Serabelle didn't know how big the entire building was, but the part that was within her sight was already exaggerated enough.

"Just go down from here."

Vermouth adjusted her respirator one last time, gestured to Serabelle who was also fully armed to follow her, and then jumped into the water first.

Serabelle followed closely behind.

Once underwater, the light suddenly dimmed.

However, even with this limited vision, Serabelle saw a very shocking scene.

It was a super giant ring placed horizontally at a depth of only a hundred meters below the sea surface and slowly rotating around the buoy. It had teeth on both sides inside and outside to increase water resistance. Judging from the diameter alone, it was even two to three times the size of the entrance above.

If I have to give an example, the sense of déjà vu is a bit like the furnace blockade that Thor faced when he was trying to reforge Stormrage in Avengers 4.

But even so, Serabelle did not stay for too long and followed closely behind Vermouth.

He had not forgotten that they came here with a mission rather than for sightseeing.

As they continued to dive deeper, the water pressure gradually increased, but with the full set of equipment they were equipped with, they still seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

And Serabelle also noticed that, logically speaking, the temperature of the shallow sea water would decrease as the depth increased, but in fact, the temperature of the sea water became warmer the further downstream they went.

It's not hot but very warm, very comfortable, and even has a vague feeling of washing hands with warm water at home.

Soon, after diving at an angle to a depth of about tens of meters, the two came to a small platform attached to the outside of the Pacific buoy building. On one end of the platform was the deep sea, and on the other end was a hatch.

This is……

Serabelle saw at a glance that this was the entrance and exit for diving operations.

The only difference is that this type of entrance and exit has two doors, and there is a small compartment between the doors, just like the small room used to adjust the air pressure when astronauts in the space station wear space suits and go out of the station to work.

The same applies to this one. The outer door can be opened and closed at will, and you can play with it however you like, but the inner door must be unlocked by someone swiping it with an authorization card.

But since Vermouth said there was an insider, everything must have been taken care of.

So Serabelle paddled to the hatch, grabbed the hatch wheel with both hands and turned it hard, and immediately a dull thud was heard in the water.

It means the outer door has been unlocked successfully.

Serabelle opened the hatch and walked in first, with Vermouth following behind and closing the hatch.

The space in the compartment is a bit small. It is okay for a single person, but it is a bit cramped for two people. It is inevitable that they will touch each other when entering together, but fortunately, Serabelle and Vermouth don’t care about this.

After confirming that the seal was correct, Serabelle raised her hand and pulled down the handle on the side of the compartment.

There are two handles, one white and one blue. If you pull the white handle, the blue handle will rise, and then the entire facility will begin to fill the compartment with air, emptying the seawater inside.

If you pull down the blue handle, the opposite happens.

The outer door is covered with pure metal, while there is a small window on the inner door.

Although it is small, you can still vaguely see what is happening outside.

So when the water level in the compartment gradually dropped, through the window that was still covered with a thin layer of water stains, Serabelle glimpsed that there was a corridor connected to the outside of the compartment.

And there seemed to be someone standing next to the corridor.

Could it be...

Serabelle raised her eyebrows slightly.

Judging from the figure alone, the other person seems to be a woman, with short black hair that reaches her shoulders, wearing large red-framed glasses, a women's suit and a silk scarf around her neck, looking very elegant.

Oh, I got it.

Serabell understood instantly.

According to Curacao's previous description, although Binga is as good at disguising himself as other people as Vermouth, due to his male gender, he cannot perfectly hide many of the secondary sexual characteristics that are unique to men.

You can't have surgery to remove your Adam's apple or cut off your calf.

That sacrifice is too great.

Therefore, in order to disguise herself as a woman, she had to cover herself with a scarf even in the early summer weather.

Tuk Tuk.

Also noticing the situation outside the cabin, Vermouth did not have as much patience as Serabell, so she walked up and knocked on the cabin glass.

It was not until then that Binga outside the inner door finally took action.

He stood up and yawned, then took out the authority card he had prepared long ago from his arms and swiped it casually at the sensing area on the cabin door.

drop.

A prompt sounded crisply, and the inner door slowly opened a small crack, indicating that it had entered the unlocked state.

Serabelle took off her diving cap, removed her respirator, and pushed open the cabin door. She then heard Binga, who was dressed as a woman outside the cabin, snort in a masculine manner.

"Finally you're here. I thought you weren't going to come, Vermouth."

"...How is that possible? If we have agreed, then we will definitely come."

Vermouth freed her long, shiny golden hair from the tight diving suit, turned her head back and forth, shook it a bit, and chuckled.

Binga smiled indifferently, "It doesn't matter. But if my colleagues find out that I've been waiting here for a long time and the mission fails, then all the responsibility will be on you. Just be thankful that you came in time."

"Really?"

Vermouth retorted mercilessly.

"On the other hand, if you pushed us too hard and forced us to drive the speedboat too close to the Pacific buoy and we were discovered by Interpol, who would be held responsible?"

"Well, if you put it that way, theoretically it can be attributed to me."

Binga spread his hands.

"But luckily I won't rush you...Okay, stop talking nonsense. The clothes you're going to wear are in the utility room to my right. Two sets of cleaning clothes should be enough for you to move around most areas of the base. You can take care of the rest by yourselves. I'm going to go back and prepare afternoon tea."

"Oh, and by the way, my current name is Glass. If we meet in here, don't let me know."

"understand."

Vermouth still maintained that half-smile expression.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it ourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silk thread prepared in Serabelle's hand flashed a cold light in the air, instantly separating Binga's head and body.

Chapter 717 Action with Sister Bei

At the same time, in the central control room of the Pacific Buoy Center, there was a huge circular staircase conference room similar to the Victory Team's combat command center.

"Well, it's already two o'clock in the afternoon."

The sound echoed in the empty space. At the control console at the front and bottom of the central control room, which was also closest to the large screen in front, a middle-aged man with an Asian face, about 30 or 40 years old but with slightly graying temples, raised his arms high and stretched.

Hearing this, Naomi Argent, who was sitting diagonally behind the man, immediately stood up from the computer and stretched her body.

"Yes, Chief Makino. It's already this time."

Then she turned around and looked at the other colleagues who were still busy at their respective workstations, near or far away, and made a suggestion, slightly raising her voice.

"Then I'll go help order some coffee. Tell me what flavor you want and I'll bring it over later."

"Oh? Thank you~"

Makino Yosuke turned around, smiled, and raised his index finger.

"Then I'll just have an Americano, no ice."

"OK~ An Americano without ice, anything else?"

"As for me... it's up to you, anything is fine." Another person said hesitantly.

"I'm not just saying that casually. If that were the case, I would have just ordered the She Bing Americano," Naomi complained to him, putting her hands on her hips.

"Forget it, let's just have cappuccino..."

"Hmm~"

Soon, after asking all the colleagues present at the moment about the flavors of coffee they wanted to drink, Naomi finally remembered that there seemed to be one person she had not asked.

She turned around and looked around the control room for a while. After confirming that she didn't see the other person, she couldn't help but speak out out of curiosity.

"Huh? Speaking of which, where did Glass go? Have you seen her?"

"I don't know. She seems to have been out for a while..."

Hearing this, Makino Yosuke turned around and thought about it.

"Maybe she went to the bathroom. She seems to be like this a lot lately. Every time she goes to the bathroom, it takes a long time to come back. I wonder if she has a stomachache these days."

"Really? Then I'll follow her usual taste." Naomi smiled and shrugged, "I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the control room door.

On the other side, in the utility room on the side of the corridor ten meters away from the diving entrance and exit, Serabel and Vermouth, who had changed into the cleaning uniforms provided by Binga, had just finished the cleanup work.

Well… it’s the aftermath of Binga.

It was packed in four bags in total, and they were all heavy.

"You are very skilled in your job. I'm impressed by you, right?"

Vermouth leaned sideways against the cleaning vehicle, looking at Serabelle, who was also wearing a mask and squatting on the ground not far away, adding metal weights to the last bag of Binga with extremely skilled movements to prevent the corpse from floating. She couldn't help but sigh at the three large sealed bags next to the latter.

"Well, it can be considered as the pressure of life."

Serabelle said without even raising her head, her voice still flat, as if the bag contained not a person but some pork ribs bought from a butcher's shop in the market.

“…Okay, that’ll do.”

After filling the last bag of Binge and tightening the seal, Serabelle picked up all four bags and piled them on the upper layer of the cleaning cart.

Vermouth blinked and objected: "Wait a minute, wouldn't it be better to hide these things down there?"