I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

But just as her sight passed over the seat of the chair, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a small piece of white mist rising from the place where Curacao had just sat.

Huh?

Chapter 722: Piano - Wine -!

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

As the red sun rose from below the sea level, the first ray of morning sunshine shone on Hachijo Island. At the foot of the mountain on the sea side of the villa, an unmarked speedboat quietly anchored next to the rocky beach.

"Uh, brother, are we just going to park the boat here?"

On the speedboat, Vodka, who had just turned off the speedboat and stood up from the driver's seat, couldn't help but confirm when he saw Gin jumping off the speedboat with a large suitcase and walking towards the manor on the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

To be honest, he thought this was a bit sloppy. Just stopping the boat like this, aren't they afraid of it being washed away by the waves?

Hearing the voice, Gin paused slightly, turned his head slightly and glared.

"Otherwise, can you drive the boat directly to the shore?"

"Well, then no..."

"Then why are you asking? Why don't you just leave?"

"coming."

The one who responded was Mizunashi Rena. She consciously picked up the other suitcase and jumped off the boat as well.

Seeing this, Vodka could only shrink his neck and dared not speak.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but ever since the news came from Vermouth that Binga was captured, his elder brother had been showing a hint of irritability.

Maybe it’s because I’m too tired.

After all, they were a team of four before, and although there was only one person less than the current team of three, Chianti and Cohen were still there at that time, and a lot of execution work could be handed over to the two of them. Most of the time, Brother Gin was only responsible for liaison and overall planning.

Now there are only him, big brother Gin and Kiel left in the team, which means all the execution and overall planning are put on Gin, who has to bear more than 80% of the work in the team.

It is normal to feel tired in this way.

So after this incident, I will take a good rest for a while, and see if I can recruit two new people to share some of the work...

Thinking of this, Vodka followed.

So, facing the gradually rising morning glow, the three-person team from the winery walked up the mountain road step by step.

It was not until about twenty minutes later that the entrance to the manor finally became clear to them.

“Huh… Vermouth, this woman, puts on such a big show when carrying out a mission. It’s really hard to get up and down in a place like this without a vehicle!”

The first thing Vodka, who is heavy and consumes a lot of energy, said when he stopped was to complain.

If it were any other time, Gin might have responded with a comment like "She is just like that anyway", but at the moment, Gin was not in that mood at all.

He rushed back to Japan without stopping after receiving the message from Vermouth yesterday, and spent the ten hours on the plane thinking about how to rescue Binga.

Binga is expendable, dead or alive, but the software he obtained must be successfully recovered, which was stolen from Interpol headquarters.

If you really can't get it back, you may not be able to steal it again.

After all, it is Interpol headquarters, not a public toilet...

"Where are the Belmodes?"

Looking around the empty sea view terrace, Gin couldn't help but frown.

He is a person with a strong sense of time. After receiving the contact, he immediately returned to Japan. He could calculate that the fourteen hours on the road were almost exactly now.

But where is Belmode? Is he still sleeping at this hour?

"I'm calling her now."

Mizunashi Rena put the phone that showed "calling" to her ear and said.

But Gin couldn't wait and signaled to Vodka with his eyes.

"Just go and call them out."

"Uh... yes."

Vodka felt a little nervous when the order fell on him.

He was asked to call people out from such a big manor, where could he find them?

But this two-story building in front of me looks like a residential building, so let's go in and take a look...

Helpless, Vodka walked across the sea view terrace and headed towards the main entrance of the residential building.

Snapped.

The flame flickered, Gin slid the lighter to light a cigarette, and was about to take a puff to refresh himself, but the next second a strange sound reached his ears.

It's hard to describe it with normal onomatopoeia, it's like the sound of an extremely sharp knife cutting raw meat, quiet and with a slightly rubbing texture.

"Ok?"

Gin instinctively glanced in the direction of the sound.

But what caught my eye was Vodka just as I walked into the main entrance of the first floor of the residential building.

He was still walking, but just stopped there.

Half a second later, Vodka's body collapsed and "scattered" into the ground, turning into a blood-red ground, just like the scene in the laser corridor in the movie Resident Evil.

Varied……!

An overly shocking image flooded into Gin's mind, causing his pupils to shrink instantly.

"It's an ambush! Evacuate immediately!"

Without having time to think about it, he immediately threw away the cigarette in his hand, picked up the suitcase again, and turned around to leave as quickly as possible.

However, a voice came from the second-floor window behind him.

"You know, the inertia of a normal person walking is very large. Not to mention a silk thread, even a clothesline can make you dizzy."

Nani! ?

Gin was startled and subconsciously stopped and turned around to draw his gun.

But it was too late, he had already rushed out of the entrance of the villa.

In the early morning sunlight, a horizontal silk thread on the door hinges on both sides of the villa's gate flickered in the air with a faint luster, and there was a faint hint of red on it.

As red as blood.

Bang!

Gin suddenly fell down while running, his head and body were separated, and his long silver hair was also cut off. His head fell to the ground and rolled out of the black round hat two or three meters away, with blood gushing out from the broken head.

This……

Mizuno Rena, who survived because she was a beat slow to react, stared blankly at everything that was happening before her eyes.

In less than three seconds, Gin and Vodka were all killed, and that voice just now... sounded a little familiar?

"Good morning, Ms. Hondou."

The voice came again.

Rena Mizunoshi subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the window on the second floor of the residential building was opened.

The boy, who was still yawning, jumped out of the window with his agility and landed steadily in front of Mizunashi Rena.

It was Serabelle.

"Hey, we meet again."

Serabelle greeted her expressionlessly and patted Rena Mizunashi's shoulder.

"Congratulations, Miss Hondou. Your undercover mission is over. But before you return to the CIA, there is one more thing I need your help with. That is, use your CIA identity to send Miss Naomi from Interpol back to the Pacific buoy..."

"Wait wait wait! Tell me what's going on first?!"

Mizuno Rena was completely stunned.

"You just killed both Gin and Vodka, didn't you? How did you do that?"

"Hmm? It's nothing, just a trap..."

Serabelle pointed to the upstairs window.

"The threads have been laid out long ago. I've been watching from the second-floor window. I'll pull up the thread of the door they want to enter. It's just like the movie Home Alone. It's simple, right?"

"..."

Chapter 723 Sister Bei: I'm older than Yukiko! (Chest puffed out)

Half an hour later, when the sea breeze at seven in the morning gently blew over the holiday villa on Hachijo Island, the smell of blood on the sea view terrace connected to the residential building had long dissipated.

All I can say is that the efficiency of the professional team is extraordinary.

Vermouth provided the venue, Serabel was in charge of the work, Akai Mary helped with the cleanup and packing, and finally everything was put in the car and taken to the place that Serabel and Curacao had scouted in advance yesterday evening.

The main goal is to be clean and neat, with no possibility of being discovered.

"This is all over..."

Still on the sea view terrace, Serabelle, who had just returned from throwing away the garbage, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

However, as soon as he landed on the ground, he saw Rena Mizunoshi negotiating with Naomi not far away.

"Hello, Ms. Argent, I'm Hondou Eikai, an investigator from the CIA."

"CIA...?"

Naomi blinked, obviously still in a daze.

But it’s no wonder. After all, everything has been in a completely unfolding state since yesterday afternoon.

First, the Pacific buoy belonging to Interpol was hacked by spies from lawless elements, and then MI6 infiltrated the Pacific buoy by unofficial means, not only solving the espionage problem but also kidnapping her, an Interpol employee.

Now even the CIA has escaped.

Is this some kind of intelligence gathering?

No, it should be called the Avengers!

Although Interpol often has a British person at the top, a French person at the next level, and an Italian person at the next level, every time they have a meeting, it's like a vegetable market, with everyone saying their own thing.

But... after all, the name is Interpol, so it is normal that the personnel composition is "international".

But I've never heard of any close cooperation between the CIA and MI6!

Rena Mizunoshi didn't have the ability to read minds, and she didn't know that the Miss Argent in front of her had such rich psychological activities. She continued to make assurances as if to soothe her emotions.

"Please don't worry. I will contact the headquarters later and send you, Miss Argent, back to the Pacific buoy safely."

"Uh ok, thank you very much..."

Not knowing what to say, Naomi could only say thank you.

On the other side, "Yukiko" with her hands on her hips walked out of the door of the residential building that had been cleaned and the traps removed, came to Serabelle on the sea view terrace, and looked in the direction of Naomi and Rena Mizunashi.

"Hehe, so it's a CIA rat. Well, it's okay this way. At least it saves us all a lot of trouble this time."

"Um……"

Serabelle instinctively nodded in agreement, but the sense of disobedience in his heart made him turn his head quickly and poke his fingertips on the face of a certain Thousand-Faced Witch.

"Wait a minute Vermouth, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly pretending to be Sister Yukiko?"

“Shhhhhh—”

Vermouth, who was pretending to be Yukiko, raised her index finger in front of her lips as a gesture of silence, and blinked her eyes to make the wink expression that Yukiko often used.

"Don't speak too loudly, it would be bad if Gil heard me. I changed into this look specially before coming out. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain to both of us if we recognized each other here."

"Explain? Oh..."

There was no need for Vermouth to explain anything further, as Serabell quickly reacted.

Simply put, if she is recognized here, it would be equivalent to confirming Rena Mizunashi's identity as a CIA undercover agent, and Vermouth's collusion with the enemy in this operation would also be exposed, which would be a troublesome matter for both parties.

In contrast, if she is not recognized, then after returning to the organization, Rena Mizunashi will still be the loyal Gil, and no one will know about Vermouth's treason, and everyone can continue to do their own thing.