I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Even if it is a spy film, it only needs to add some tragic love scenes due to different positions, and then continue with the passionate love story.

"Of course I have to learn this." Yukiko gave him a puzzled look. "Have you seen the video of Keanu Reeves, the male lead in John Wick: Chapter 6, practicing his gun skills? We used to practice like this when we were filming. We could only start filming after we learned it. You can't just use a long gun like a fire poker and shoot it, right?"

"Right."

Serabelle added secretly in her heart.

Well, the older generation is dedicated to their work when it comes to filming.

Then in the next second, a slender hand came over and pinched his face.

"Don't secretly say that my sister is old!"

"..."

Can you hear this too?

After walking like this for about three or four minutes, Yukiko, who was leading the way, stopped and began to look around.

"What's wrong?" asked Serabelle.

"Hmm~"

Yukiko hesitated a little.

"I just saw her walking here, but now she seems to be going somewhere else."

Emmmm~

Well, this is normal.

Serabel had missed it once before, plus the time wasted until Yukiko found him, and the few minutes on the way here, it would have taken about ten minutes in total, so it would not be surprising no matter where the other party went.

Fortunately, the layout of this abandoned industrial park is quite straight and horizontal. Each factory building is almost arranged in a field shape, and each building is separated by a road. The entire road runs from front to back and you can see the end at a glance.

But even so, it is not easy to accurately find a person among so many factories.

Serabelle was a little unsure at this moment.

He pondered for a moment and was about to say that he would look for it nearby first, but when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving on a factory building not far away.

Ok?

Suddenly alert, Serabelle immediately turned her head to look.

It was outside a factory building on the southwest side of their two o'clock direction. A familiar figure was seen walking up the external stairs slowly.

He was still dressed like a scavenger, with pale and messy hair.

Although his appearance cannot be seen clearly due to the angle, there is no doubt that he is the silver-haired killer who was killed by Chris Wynyard and then pretended to be his replacement.

This discovery was purely coincidental, and the other party did not notice the situation here. He continued to walk upstairs with his back to the two of them. In just two steps, he would reach the corner of the stairs.

Should I follow or observe first?

Just then, a pleasant scent came from the side. Yukiko stretched her neck over the boy's shoulder, almost face to face, squinted her eyes and muttered something.

"She seems to be holding something in her hand?"

"Have it?"

Serabelle narrowed her eyes upon hearing this.

Sure enough, Chris, who was disguised as the silver-haired killer, was walking up the stairs with a black object in her hand, holding it like a mobile phone. Her jaw seemed to move slightly as she walked, as if she was talking.

Despite the cover of night, Serabelle was still able to roughly identify the name of the black object from its vaguely discernible outline.

“That’s an intercom.”

"Uh, intercom?" Yukiko hesitated, "That means..."

"That means her accomplices may be almost here, or have already arrived. But no matter which point it is, it will become very dangerous if we continue to stay where we are."

Realizing this, Serabelle automatically crossed out the option of observation in her mind.

"Come on, follow me."

The horizontal distance between the two sides is not far.

By the time Serabelle and Yukiko came downstairs, the silver-haired killer disguised as Chris had just entered the fourth floor of the factory.

They walked carefully up the stairs, taking every step cautiously. From the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the third floor, they looked around after almost every step, making sure that there was no one else around before moving on.

The higher the altitude, the wider the view. But conversely, outside the factory building where there is no obstruction, their moving figures are as obvious as a brown bear in the snow.

Arriving at the fourth floor, Serabelle's steps became lighter.

Looking out from the stairs, the entrance to the fourth floor was more like a crack in the wall than an entrance. There was no door or door frame. Even the wall where the door frame should have been embedded was full of potholes, as if it had been hit hard by a hammer on a construction site.

As for the room behind the door, it was littered with rubble mixed with sawdust and lime.

There was a series of footprints extending inwards on the lime all over the ground.

Looks like he's going inside...

Serabelle and Yukiko looked at each other, then stood up and walked towards the door.

However, just three seconds after they entered the door, a voice suddenly came from the stairs outside the building they had just passed.

"It must have been hard work for you to follow us all the way to a place like this."

Chapter 99 Even Gin has to call you Big Brother

At the same time, on the top floor of another factory building about 300 meters away from Serabelle and others, a deliberately suppressed sound of footsteps echoed in the dark space.

This is indeed a well-trained team, you can tell it just by listening to the footsteps.

From the stairs to the corridor, and then to the designated location, everyone moved together, so closely that it seemed as if they shared the same brain.

Soon, as the footsteps reached the corridor window, the leader stopped first.

As soon as he stopped, the others behind him stopped immediately.

The clear and bright moonlight shone in from the broken window of the workshop, and vaguely saw a burly adult male with European and American features. His pair of blue eyes under his neat crew cut emitted a faint green light in the dark like a wolf. His black suit made him almost invisible in the dark environment, but the bulging outline around his waist proved that this was not just an ordinary civilian expedition team.

A cool breeze with a smell of rust blew in from the window. The man cautiously leaned his head to glance out the window, then immediately retracted his gaze and gestured behind him.

The other people in the group immediately understood and squatted on the spot to prepare for action.

Some pulled out their guns to conduct a final status check, while others took out tablets from their bags and used radar to confirm their position.

"Three hundred meters north, Group A is in position."

The male leader unplugged the intercom on his chest and said something.

Soon, several responses came from the intercom.

"Three hundred meters east, Group B is in position."

"Three hundred meters west, Group C is in position."

"Three hundred meters south, Group D is in position."

After confirming that the response was correct, the team leader turned to look at the team member holding the tablet behind him.

"Has Sister Vermouth moved?"

"No, Sister Vermouth has been standing still for two minutes and hasn't moved."

"understood."

With a curt hum, the leader picked up the intercom again and spoke into it.

"All teams stay on standby and keep an eye on the coordinates. If Sister Vermouth makes any movement, report immediately and follow."

"Yes!"*3

Putting down the walkie-talkie and ending the call, the leader gestured behind him again.

One of them who had already checked the equipment immediately stood up and came to his side, taking his place and sticking his head out of the window to keep watch.

The team leader took advantage of this gap to check his equipment to ensure that nothing would go wrong during the firefight.

At this moment, someone among the remaining people who were resting suddenly asked a question. He sounded like a young guy.

"They actually sent so many of us out for this operation, and just to kill one person. I think his name is Akai... Shinji?"

"It's Akai Shuichi."

Someone nearby corrected him immediately.

The young member of the organization disagreed: "Oh, then it's Akai Shuichi, but is it really necessary to bring so many of us together to deal with one person?"

As soon as these words came out, a low sneer sounded around.

The team leader glanced at him for this and said, "He's the ace of the FBI, don't you think? What's more, when he was an undercover agent in the organization, he even got a code name that only core members can have, just like me."

"Eh? Doesn't that mean that as long as I can kill that Akai Shuichi, I will also have a code name in the future?"

"Hehe, if you can really do it, don't mention the code name, Gin will have to call you big brother from now on."

The team leader made a little joke, which caused another round of laughter in the group.

This young member of the organization who threatened to kill the FBI's ace was obviously a very optimistic guy. He kept talking even after being laughed at twice by his teammates.

"So, what about Vermouth?"

"..."

"..."

A simple sentence brought about an unexpected silence, just like when someone in the group made an inappropriate comment while others were chatting, causing the group to suddenly become cold.

The silence lasted for about five seconds. The leader then spoke but no sound came out, only his lip movements changed silently.

I mean - was there anyone using the intercom just now?

In response to him, the others shook their heads in unison.

"That's good, let's just pretend that what we just said never happened."

After confirming that the words just now had not been spread out, the team leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he glared at the gossipy young member of the organization.

"If you don't want to lose your life for no apparent reason, you'd better not even think about such things in the future."

“…Ah? Is it that serious?”

The latter was a bit confused.

A member of the organization who looked a little older immediately patted him on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"If you laugh at Gin in person, at most you'll kneel down with a gun pointed at your head or be beaten up by Vodka. Just admit your mistake and everything will be fine. But if you get angry at Sister Vermouth, you might wake up one day to find yourself tied up naked on the top floor of the Empire State Building with a time bomb hanging on your body, and no matter how much you shout, no one will come to save you."

"Well... this does seem a bit scary."

Cold sweat silently flowed down his forehead, and the young member of the organization swallowed his saliva.

At this point, I can’t bring myself to say that I’m the only one in the group using a microphone.

Anyway, even if I tell it, my brothers will kill me here.

……

The view returns to the fourth floor of the factory building 300 meters to the south.

Although the volume of the walkie-talkie was not loud, it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly in the extremely quiet environment.

Especially after listening to a stupid conversation in the team chat using a public microphone, Serabelle's determination began to waver.

Tie people to the Empire State Building and blow up your friends with a time bomb until they bleed to death...

Is this so funny?

"Oh my! It seems my reputation within the organization is really bad."

As if seeing through the boy's inner thoughts, Chris, who had transformed into a silver-haired killer, held her forehead and shook her head helplessly... Oh no, it would be more appropriate to call her Vermouth now.

(It feels good, but I am more used to this name)