I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"That won't work."

Serabelle rejected it outright.

"We still have to look for Naomi Argent later. If we leave the bag down there, we'll just have to..."

He didn't continue speaking, but just gestured with his eyes towards the upper level of the cleaning vehicle.

Vermouth held her forehead slightly: "Okay, I asked a stupid question."

"Also, this is for you."

Serabelle took out an authorization card from his pocket and handed it to Vermouth. This was the authorization card he had just searched from Binga, and it was also the one he had used to open the door for them.

"Um……"

Vermouth didn't say much, just reached out and took it.

After doing all of the above, Serabelle took the initiative to push the cart forward and walked towards the door.

"Okay, let's go."

After leaving the utility room, Vermouth immediately followed, pretending to be performing daily cleaning work, her red lips moving slightly under the mask.

"So with this large Pacific buoy, where exactly are we going now?"

"Hmm...I'm not sure actually."

Serabel's eyes slanted slightly.

"But since Binga just said that he was planning to go back and prepare for afternoon tea, it means that now should be their afternoon tea time. According to Interpol's habit, they should drink coffee, and coffee is a diuretic, so I think we can probably ambush near the bathroom."

"Then we have to wait until they finish their afternoon tea, digest it, and then turn it into excrement..."

Vermouth couldn't help but frown, feeling that this process was indeed a bit long.

Serabelle shrugged. "Don't worry, it will be quick. When they finish drinking, they will come out for a walk under the pretext of going to the bathroom, and then come out again after their afternoon tea turns into urine."

"why?"

Vermouth said she couldn't understand.

"Because they are bored." Serabelle explained, "In facilities like these, the more mysterious and strange the location, the less work is usually done. Plus, sitting for a long time is not good for the body, so the people inside usually use this method..."

"Entertainment?" Vermouth added.

"almost."

Serabelle nodded slightly.

Vermouth continued to be puzzled: "I thought that people in such a confidential facility would be very busy. After all, they have been entrusted with important tasks..."

"That's true in theory, but it's another matter in practice."

Serabelle glanced at the sign passing overhead and gestured to turn left.

Then he continued.

"To put it bluntly, the so-called secrecy of this place is only for ordinary people. The authorities can see it clearly on the satellite map. Once there is a conflict, it is very easy to blow up the command center. Moreover, a place like this will be a big problem even for simple rescue of personnel, let alone emergency repairs in wartime. If it were you, would you place a truly important combat command center in such a place that is easy to attack but difficult to defend?"

“…I really won’t.”

Vermouth thought about it seriously and said.

"But what is the purpose of building such a facility?"

"Purpose? Oh, that's a bit cruel."

Serabelle seemed to raise the corners of her mouth under the mask.

"It is used to 'protect' some people with strong consciences."

"Do you mean - hide in the snow?" Vermouth translated it.

"almost."

Serabelle thought for a moment and added.

"It's like the UK once sold weapons to Italian terrorists. Although strictly speaking this is absolutely not allowed, if someone really wants to investigate this matter, then this person will be killed by his colleagues first... I mean, he will be sent to some super public institution to 'enjoy his life'."

"Aha..."

Vermouth smiled helplessly.

Just then, she suddenly smelled the aroma of coffee coming from the front.

Take a look at the sign hanging on the ceiling of the corridor above your head. The self-service coffee shop is just ahead.

This is... someone making coffee inside?

Vermouth raised her eyebrows and glanced at Serabell who was walking on the other side of the cleaning car. They both shut their mouths and stopped chatting.

Anyway, let's go to the coffee shop and take a look at what's going on.

However, in the next second, an inexplicably familiar brown figure walked out from the corner of the corridor leading to the self-service coffee shop. She looked down at her phone while humming a song with a slightly raised corner of her mouth. She subconsciously turned slightly to the side when passing by the two of them.

Then he walked straight into the restroom at the back.

Ok? ? ?

That wasn’t…

Chapter 718 Naomi: Am I also a part of your play?

A quarter of an hour later, two splashes of water, which were insignificant compared to the vast ocean, suddenly appeared on the sea surface several dozen meters vertically away from the diving entrance.

It's Serabelle and Vermouth.

And... Naomi Argent, who wanted to make a cup of coffee for herself and her colleagues and go to the bathroom while waiting for the coffee machine to make coffee, but before she could even pull up her pants, she was inexplicably hit from behind with a stick and knocked unconscious.

It's a coincidence in every sense.

"Get her up first."

Next to the speedboat, Serabelle grabbed the edge of the boat with both hands and pulled herself up first. Then she turned around and took Naomi Argent, who was still unconscious and had a respirator stuffed in her mouth, from Vermouth and pulled them onto the boat together.

When she turned around, Vermouth had already climbed up from the stern of the ship by herself, and she pouted as she looked at the young man who had just settled Naomi down.

"You didn't help your sister first but went to pick up another woman first. You really forget about your old love when you find a new one. Ugh~"

Serabelle: "..."

I had no idea what to say. I couldn't try to save her first and then Naomi Argent.

The latter was still in a coma and had no ability to move independently. He even had to be carried all the way up by them.

If we fish out Vermouth first and let Naomi Argent soak in the water, then... won't she sink?

It doesn't necessarily mean that we go to so much trouble to rescue people from the Pacific buoy just to throw them into the vast Pacific Ocean.

Is this part of some horror play?

"Hehe, it's just a joke."

He walked over and tapped the tip of Serabelle's nose. Belmode pulled down the hood of his diving suit and revealed a slightly doting smile.

"Well, let's change our clothes first, and then we can fool Gin."

"Oh yes, or——"

As if she suddenly remembered something, Vermouth placed her hand on the boy's diving suit's hilt, slid all the way down to three inches below the Shenque point, gently lifted a certain bulge, and licked her lips seductively.

"Considering that the mission has been completed quite well so far, and even ahead of schedule, would you like to advance some of the agreed compensation?"

"……forget it."

Serabelle unzipped her diving suit and began to take it off. As she did so, she glanced at Naomi Argent, who was on the deck next to her with her eyes closed and still conscious.

"Let's finish the most important things first and take her back to control her. Otherwise, if the people in the buoy find out and start investigating, it will be troublesome."

"Well, that's right."

As if she felt regretful that she could no longer have a good time in the vast Pacific Ocean, Vermouth pursed her lips and spread her hands.

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the driver's seat in the cabin.

After a while, with a vibration spreading throughout the entire ship, the speedboat started again, drew a semicircle on the sea, and then turned around and headed in the direction of Hachijo Island from where it came.

……

dark.

dark.

Still dark.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Naomi, who was trapped in the quagmi of consciousness, finally felt a trace of the existence of her body.

But it was just a feeling that all the senses, including vision, hearing, touch and smell, recovered very slowly, just like waking up from a deep sleep.

It’s just that this process was prolonged tenfold.

The buzzing sound in my ears gradually subsided from being chaotic at first, and the air I smelled through my nose also gradually became insensitive from being completely unconscious at first to being able to sense the temperature and humidity of the air... as well as the faint fishy and salty smell of the sea breeze.

In the end, I could feel the soft touch of the bed under me.

Wait, what does the bed feel like?

In an instant, Naomi recalled the last scene before her consciousness was interrupted, and her body shook and she suddenly opened her eyes.

However, what came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling.

She was very sure that she was definitely not inside the Pacific Buoy, because more than 99% of the Pacific Buoy's entire building was below the sea surface, making it a completely enclosed facility.

The only way to smell such fresh sea breeze is to go to the main entrance and exit above the sea.

But it was open air, there was no ceiling at all.

But judging from the pattern of the ceiling, he didn't seem to be tied to any strange place.

So what is this...

"Oh? You're awake!"

At this time, someone's voice came from the side, a female voice with a slight London accent.

It was like meeting an old friend again. The moment the voice rang out, Naomi inexplicably felt a surge of nostalgia from the bottom of her heart.

However, before she could turn around, a face that seemed to have lived in the depths of her mind for a long time appeared before her.

It was still the bright golden hair, and the beautiful emerald eyes like gemstones. Everything about it made Naomi Argent unable to stop blurting out the name that had been forgotten for who knows how long.

"Miyano...Sensei?"

"Hello hello~ Nice to see you again Naomi-chan, I didn't expect that time has passed so quickly and you've grown so big."

Seeing the little girl again whom she had met once when she was young, Elena Miyano seemed very happy and her face was beaming with joy when she spoke.

But in comparison, it was a bit creepy for Naomi.

"Mr. Miyano... is it really you? But why do you look so young? Are we... going to heaven?"

"Mo~ This is not heaven, this is Hachijo Island!"

After explaining, Elena Miyano turned her head and rolled her eyes at Serabell and Vermouth who were leaning against the window in a room not far away.

"I've already told you to be as gentle as possible. Our Naomi-chan is now a world-class high-tech talent. What if she gets beaten into a daze by you guys?"

"..."

no respond.

Under normal circumstances, Vermouth would definitely give some kind of response, either teasingly or perfunctorily.

But she was currently laning against Akai Mary, so she had no time at all.

"Belmode! You didn't do anything to Bell, did you?"

Akai Mary pushed Serabelle, who was wearing a Snorlax look, aside, and stared at the Thousand-Faced Witch in front of her with her beautiful emerald eyes, who had a meaningful smile on her face.

"What? What else can I do?"

Vermouth shrugged.

"You know the action plan, so we followed it. Besides, I brought your precious baby back. You should have seen that he is unharmed... Oh, if you want to say that we did it three or four times on the speedboat as a pastime while waiting for the action order, then that counts."

“Vermouth you…!”