I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Akai Mary's fist suddenly hardened.

"My what? What do you want to say?"

Vermouth raised the corners of her lips, and her smile became even more mocking.

"Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you in advance. Bell promised me that after this matter is over, he would accompany me to travel to Singapore as compensation. Just the two of us? Then we will stay in the Marina Bay Sands Hotel every day until we are drunk, right?"

"..."

Listening to this extremely explosive conversation, Naomi Argent, who was still lying on the bed, felt her cheeks flushed and she looked confused.

Who are these people?

Chapter 719 Bravely Stealing Curacao

Afternoon in Japan, morning in Germany.

As the bright morning sun shone on the ancient and mottled tower of the Eschenheimer Tower, in a hotel suite near this oldest building in Frankfurt, the Gin team, which had just arrived last night, was preparing for the upcoming operation.

To be precise, they started preparing last night. As the most elite action team in the Black Organization, although there have been some casualties recently due to some unexpected circumstances, they still maintain the most basic combat qualities.

That is, as long as there is action, we must be able to attack at any time.

"Brother, how long do you think it will take for Vermouth to give us news?"

Sitting on the sofa in the living room of the suite, Vodka, who was still wearing a black suit and a tight tie even in the summer, stopped wiping his pistol and looked up at Gin who was adjusting the sniper rifle beside him.

Gin, who was busy, didn't even look at him, and continued with his work, his voice low, hoarse and emotionless.

"Who knows, but it should be soon. Binga has already dived into the Pacific buoy. The buoy is located some distance from the shore, so it takes time to go back and forth. Secondly, I have seen the specific model of that sea area. If you want to dive in when the lighting conditions are best, it is only between 1pm and 4pm. After this time, you can only wait until tomorrow."

"It's from 1 to 4 in the afternoon, and Japan is seven hours ahead of Germany..."

Vodka counted on his fingers and suddenly realized.

"Oh, that's now!"

"That's what I meant."

Gin curled the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his head slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes under the brim of his hat.

"We will be meeting Professor Mario soon. I really hope he has a good daughter who will obey him."

Hey~

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of the elevator arriving at the floor rang out in the living room of the suite.

The elevator door opened, and Rena Mizunoshi, also dressed in black, walked out.

As the only female member of the task force, Rena Mizunashi's arrival immediately attracted the attention of Gin and Vodka.

Due to the previous failures of Chianti and Cohen, Gin, who was once responsible for making plans and contacting various parties within the team, had to pick up his gun and join the front line of the action, so the liaison work was handed over to Rena Mizunashi.

Now that Mizunashi Rena is back, that means that Vermouth has received news and the action is imminent—

"there is a problem."

Shui Wulian, who had just stepped out of the elevator, strode into the living room with a cell phone in her hand.

She walked to the sofa and put her phone on the coffee table, clicked on the video that Vermouth had sent her a few minutes ago, turned up the volume and started playing.

"……How is this going?"

Gin came over to take a look and couldn't help but frowning.

In the video, Vermouth seems to be on a speedboat, recording the video from a selfie angle at sunset. Behind her is Naomi, who is tied up tightly and completely unconscious.

To be honest, this is good news, which means that Vermouth's action has been successful.

But what made him frown was what Vermouth said in the video.

[I have already tied up Naomi Argent, but there is a problem with Binga. He failed to escape from the buoy and is still hiding inside. We need the USB flash drive in his hand, which contains the software of the full-age recognition system. Gin, please cancel the operation in Frankfurt for the time being and return to Japan immediately. We have to rescue Binga first. He is already in our hands. We can talk about the password later.]

tsk...

Seeing this, Gin couldn't help but smack his lips in dissatisfaction.

It’s the Rum faction again, and they fail at this critical moment!

Although he had not personally experienced what happened to Hiroshi Haneda twenty years ago, he had heard that it was something that Rum had messed up, and the process of the mess was quite outrageous, to the point where any mistake would have been more than just a mess.

Now, twenty years later, rum is dead, but it's replaced by Rum Pie's Binga, and then the same thing happens. It was obviously just the last step, but it was messed up.

Could it be that this kind of stupid teammate is a descendant of the Rum faction? !

Gin really wanted to punch the coffee table, but that would do nothing except break the glass and hurt his hand.

He could only take a deep breath to suppress his emotions, then sit back in his seat and start to disassemble the assembled and debugged sniper rifles one by one and put them back into the suitcase.

"Big brother..."

Vodka, who was standing by, had actually guessed what was going on when he saw this, but he still wanted to confirm it.

Gin didn't even want to say anything this time, only Rena Mizunashi beside him shrugged slightly.

"Looks like I have to go back to Japan first."

……

At the same time, in the evening, at the Hachijojima Resort in Tokyo.

Looking at the word "read" displayed on the video she just sent on her phone, Vermouth raised the corners of her lips slightly.

"Okay, this should mean they will cancel their actions against Miss Argent's father, and we will have about fourteen hours of rest."

"Fourteen hours?"

Serabelle was slightly stunned.

He had never been to Germany and didn't know what the exact time difference was between Germany and Japan. He only knew that the time difference was about seven hours.

"Well, that's about right."

Vermouth spread her hands.

"It takes about ten hours to fly directly from Frankfurt to Tokyo, and then it takes about two hours to get to Hachijo Island after landing. Plus, it will take at least two hours for them to pack their things in Frankfurt and get on the plane. It will take at least fourteen hours in total."

"That means it will be after six o'clock tomorrow morning when we arrive, and we will have enough time to rest."

Mary Akai already had a rough plan in her mind.

"But before that—"

Vermouth suddenly raised her voice.

"We have our own issues to sort out."

"Your own business?"

"That is... due to a certain former MI6 female investigator's unnecessary trust issues, who of us is going to cook dinner tonight?"

ha?

When this question came up, everyone was stunned.

Vermouth spread her hands: "I told you, I have rented this place. No one else will come here except us these days. Naturally, the same applies to the staff in the villa. So although there are enough ingredients prepared in the freezer in the kitchen, we still need to cook by ourselves."

"Then I'll do it."

Without any unnecessary nonsense, Akai Mary went straight out the door and walked towards the kitchen in the villa.

Miyano Elena immediately followed from behind.

"Oh, I'll come too. It's been a while since I've cooked with my sister, so I can reminisce a little bit..."

hum~

Looking at the two sisters walking away, Vermouth smiled.

She was just trying to provoke Mari Akai to cook, which was better than arguing with her about what happened on the speedboat with Serabel at noon.

What's more, she still had half a cake left to eat, which was perfect for her to have as a pre-dinner dessert with Serabel... huh?

Looking back, a question mark slowly rose above Vermouth's head.

There were supposed to be six people in the room, but now only she and Naomi were left. Akai Mary and Miyano Elena were not there because they had gone to cook.

But why is Serabelle gone too? And what about Curacao?

Where are people? ? ?

Chapter 720 Please Make Me Confused

The scene changes to the west side of the entire Hachijo Island Resort Villa.

At the door of a room on the second floor that looked like a hookah room, Serabelle, who had been dragged all the way, finally stopped.

From here to the guest rooms on the south side, you need to run a quarter of a circle around the entire resort, and even the straight-line distance is about a hundred meters.

Taking into account the various green areas and other buildings in the manor in the middle, the route to get here is definitely not very straightforward.

But...what on earth do you want to do by suddenly dragging him to a place like this?

Serabelle glanced at the scene in the room and couldn't help but think.

Different from other conventional buildings that are open from north to south, the hookah room in the villa is open from east to west. They are now in the second-floor corridor at the entrance of the hookah room.

Correspondingly, there is a door on the other side of the hookah room, leading to an open-air balcony.

Lying on the L-shaped stool in the hookah room and looking west, you can clearly see the waves crashing onto the coast below, as well as the red sunset reflected on the sea surface and gradually sinking to the west.

The room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and an aura of decadence.

"What are you doing here, Curacao? Do you have a smoking habit?"

Serabelle glanced at the white-haired lady who had stopped at the door in silence after dragging him here, and didn't understand what she was going to do next.

When Curacao heard the boy next to him calling his name, he turned his face away and trembled slightly, but he tightened the hand between his bodies slightly.

Then, as if she had finally made up her mind, she turned her head and looked at Serabelle seriously.

"Anyway, follow me in first."

"Oh……"

Serabelle was dragged into the hookah room without her permission.

After the two entered the room, Curacao immediately turned around and closed the door on the east side, leaving only the door on the west side facing the sunset open.

As the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the door frame into the room, Curacao pushed Serabel with almost rough movements and pressed him onto the stool in the middle of the room, then sat on it himself.

With his back to the setting sun and looking down from a high place, the fiery red afterglow shines on Curacao's profile.

"Curaçao..."

Serabelle was stunned.

In fact, at this point he already knew what Curacao was going to do next.

But why now? And so suddenly?

"Please, please teach me—"

Facing the slightly surprised gaze of the young man under him, Curacao, who always looked serious and cool, couldn't help but stammer when speaking. The red clouds on his cheeks were not sure if it was caused by the setting sun or something else.

"Do... do that kind of thing!"

As if he had given it his all, Curacao suddenly raised his voice and shouted out the rest of the words.

But after she finished speaking, she seemed to feel that her description was a little too vague, and Miss White Hair added another sentence stumblingly.

"It's what you, Vermouth... and Ms. Miyano did!"

Okay, there's no escape now.

By this point Serabelle had fully understood what Curacao meant, but he still couldn't comprehend it.

Why do you suddenly want to do that?

"Actually, I wanted to tell you a long time ago..."

His face was burning like fire, and after the initial "giving it his all" stage, Curacao's voice became softer, no longer so anxious and anxious, but more gentle.

"But you never have time. You're either with Vermouth or with Ms. Miyano... There's simply no suitable opportunity."