I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Yukiko then asked, "So, Sharon, did you take that medicine voluntarily?"

"..."

There was a brief silence.

Although it was only a moment, Serabelle still keenly caught the flash of resentment in the eyes of the blonde beauty.

However, this resentment was soon replaced by her usual charming smile.

"Ala, do we really need to think about this kind of question? Who can say that they are not tempted by the power of eternal youth and immortality?"

Indeed, the pursuit of immortality has been the ultimate goal of mankind since ancient times. Looking through history, it can be traced back to the era of feudal monarchy thousands of years ago. How many emperors went crazy or stupid for this reason, and some even tried to make elixirs themselves and ate themselves.

In short, in the end it's all in vain.

But who would have known that the Black Organization, a group of wine sellers, had actually come up with the elixir of life? Although we don't know if it can really make people immortal, at least the surface effect is there.

The Vermouth before us is a living example.

From a universal perspective, almost no one can refuse such an amazing miracle drug.

However, this information does not mean much to Serabelle and Yukiko in their current situation.

According to Serabel's original plan, he intended to first confirm whether Chris Wynyard was really related to the Black Organization. If it was confirmed to be true and conditions permitted, he would not mind using some means to kidnap her and interrogate her thoroughly.

But now, not only has the tracking been discovered, but we have also fallen into the enemy's encirclement. So the first goal to consider at this moment is how to escape.

After exchanging a glance with Yukiko beside her, Serabel turned around and continued speaking to the blonde beauty.

"Now I have another favor that I need your help with."

"Elaborate?"

Vermouth acted as if she would do whatever the emperor wants.

Serabelle took a half step back to give her room to get the intercom.

"Find an excuse and call your accomplice over."

"all?"

"No, one group will do."

“Didn’t you just say you wanted to kill them all?” Vermouth chuckled.

Serabelle rubbed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead and said, "Okay, I admit that I spoke a little loudly just now, but it is indeed a bit difficult to deal with four groups at once..."

"Has the trump card been revealed?"

"Just tell me whether you will help or not."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I will shoot you right now."

"Hum~"

Vermouth shook her head with amusement and helplessness, and casually complained that she had to brush up on her negotiation skills, then took out the walkie-talkie from her waist.

She glanced up at the boy before pressing the call button.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"It doesn't matter. I don't have any dietary restrictions."

As if she had received a secret signal, Serabelle responded.

Vermouth curled the corners of her lips and pressed the call button.

"It's me, can Group A receive it?"

"Report, Group A received."

The leader's voice soon came from the other end of the intercom.

Vermouth said: "Look at my coordinates. There are two non-target people following me downstairs. I need you to come to support me as soon as possible, but try not to shoot, and do not alert the FBI. Other teams continue to remain alert."

"understand!"

"besides--"

Vermouth deliberately paused and added with a slight smile.

"If you can resolve this smoothly, I can pretend that I didn't hear anything about what you said behind my back."

"Uh……"

There was silence on the other end of the radio.

This was followed by the leader's louder and more resolute response.

"Yes!!!"

"very good."

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth looked at the two people in front of her with a smile.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"Nothing, just find a place to stay."

Serabelle rudely took the walkie-talkie from her hand.

Vermouth was very cooperative. She did not resist when the only tool she could use for communication within the team was confiscated. She just turned her face to face her fellow sister.

"Then Yukiko, do you want to come with me? If a fight breaks out later, it would be bad if the sword is accidentally injured?"

"We won't be injured by mistake, but we may be kidnapped, right?" Serabell complained.

Now both sides are hostages to each other. From the conversation just now, he can also see that Vermouth's attitude towards them is like Master Ip's attitude towards Master Yeah in "Ip Man 6".

The hostility between everyone is purely a matter of stance. There is no deep hatred. It can even be said that there is still a little bit of past affection between them, so there is no need to kill each other.

But if you rely on this point and start a full-scale attack, I'm sure the opponent will still attack you with the sword without mercy.

After all, if we don't do this, it will be too obvious that we are letting the enemy go, and we won't be able to explain ourselves to the organization. It would be fine if we don't get caught, but once we get caught, we will be in trouble.

“How could that be?” Vermouth even had the leisure to light a cigarette for women. “Yukiko and I are fellow students and sisters, and we are as close as sisters…”

“It just costs extra money, right?”

Serabelle put the pistol at his waist, rolled up his sleeves and stretched his body.

"Don't worry, I brought her here, and I will be responsible for protecting her."

Chapter 102 A Fxxking Pencil!

Under the cover of thick dusk, a fully armed tactical team quietly gathered under the abandoned factory building.

They acted quickly after receiving the call from Vermouth, and successfully reached the distance of 300 meters in less than two and a half minutes.

Saying that it was for the sake of one's friends was of course just a joke... Well, it should be said that it was not entirely a joke.

Keeping their friends safe is certainly important, but they all know very well that if something unexpected happens to Vermouth during this operation... especially if she is followed by someone in the area they are supposed to be monitoring, what awaits each of them is definitely a punishment a thousand times more horrible than being tied naked to the Empire State Building and having their friends blown up.

Looking up at the towering factory building standing like a giant in the twilight under the night sky, the team leader quickly gestured to the other team members behind him.

'There are five floors in the building. One person is responsible for each floor. Two people will go to the third floor. I will be responsible for the second floor alone. The person going to the fourth floor will immediately go to the fifth floor after confirming that there is no one else on this floor. If you encounter an enemy, report your location loudly.'

A very clear battle plan.

Vermouth contacted them more than two minutes ago and said that someone was following her downstairs. If that was the case, it would take at least a minute for the other party to search the entire floor.

It has been more than two minutes but less than three minutes, so the enemy is most likely on the second or third floor.

Considering that there are two enemies, it will definitely be a disadvantage to fight one against two. However, because the team leader is the strongest among them, he can be responsible for the second floor alone. As for the third floor, it is also reasonable to arrange two people.

No one in the group had any objection to this arrangement, and everyone quickly used gestures to indicate the floor they were responsible for.

Leon Redfield... the newcomer to the winery who had previously cheated the entire team during the public microphone chat and who had the same name and surname as the two main male protagonists in the Resident Evil series, chose the fourth floor.

(The meaning of this name can be understood just by thinking about the nicknames of the two. Vehicle killer = rollover, and also teammate killer)

His idea is very simple.

Anyway, the second floor has been contracted by the boss, and the third floor requires two people together. Even if the tracker is successfully blocked, the credit will be divided equally.

In that case, he might as well go directly to the fourth floor, and after confirming that there is no one there, go straight to the fifth floor to look for Sister Vermouth. As the first one to come and escort him, he might even win some favor, and then the previous incident of blowing the mic would be written off.

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The floor allocation is completed and the action officially begins.

Leon Redfield ran straight up the outer stairs of the factory that Vermouth had previously walked, causing the team leader behind him to shake his head.

I can only say that he is a talented newcomer, but his personality is really unreliable.

However, when I thought that the other party was in charge of the safer fourth floor, the problem didn't seem so big.

In less than thirty seconds, Leon Redfield had arrived outside the fourth floor of the factory.

Looking at the dark and eerie hole on the outer wall that led directly into the building, he recalled the leader's previous request, then put the pistol back into the holster on his belt, pulled out the tactical flashlight and dagger with his backhand, crossed them and held them in front of him, and moved forward little by little.

As soon as he stepped into the building, Leon Redfield stopped and looked around vigilantly, but he didn't see even a single figure.

Good, safe for now.

Feeling a little relieved, Leon Redfield took a light step and walked inside.

However, what he didn't notice was that a pair of black and white eyes were opening silently above his head.

It's Serabelle.

He had been lying in ambush here a minute ago, and at this moment, he was using the friction generated by his hands and feet to firmly fix himself at the junction of the ceiling and the corner, like a big spider waiting in the shadows.

And now, the prey has taken the bait.

call--

A breeze blew, and the dark clouds in the night sky dispersed a little, allowing the hazy moonlight to shine into the room through the hole in the wall.

The sound of the wind passing by his ears covered up the slight sound of fine dust falling above his head. Leon Redfield shuddered all over, and the hairs on his neck seemed to stand up.

It was not because the early summer evening breeze in New York was too cold, but because he suddenly noticed that the shadow on the floor beneath his feet seemed to have undergone some unexpected changes in shape.

The attack came from... on the head?

Leon Redfield reacted extremely quickly. He took action almost as soon as he realized it, turning around and crossing his arms to block while jumping back as hard as he could.

But it was still a step slower.

The air was torn apart, and a sharpened 2H pencil pierced his eyeball the moment he turned his head. The intense pain made Leon Redfield's thinking stop instantly, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to cry out in pain.

But a pair of hands gently stroked his head and chin, just like a nurse in the hospital gently comforting a crying patient, and pressed his upper and lower jaws, which should have been separated, back together.

Then... twist it hard!

Gala.

The crisp sound of human bones exploded in the darkness, and in a flash, Leon Redfield's head changed direction 180 degrees.

Serabelle landed silently, snatched the dagger from the former's hand and clenched it in her backhand. Her whole body rotated 360 degrees with the toe of her right foot touching the ground as the center. A scarlet arc of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, like the giant scythe of the god of death slashing through the enemy's throat to complete the final blow.

In an instant, hot blood gushed out.

The series of actions took less than half a breath.

Less than ten seconds after entering the building, one person from the five-member team went first.

Serabelle supported the limp body to prevent it from hitting the ground and making a noise, and gently placed it aside against the wall. Then she took out a flashlight, pistol magazine, etc. from the body and put them on her body.

Just as he finished doing all this, a slender hand stretched out from the darkness beside the door and waved twice hurriedly.

It was Yukiko. Serabel asked her to stay there and inform her at any time if there was any movement on the other side of the stairs.

It looks like the person in charge of searching the third floor has come up?

Thinking of this, Serabelle decisively gave up the plan to continue obtaining more information from the corpse. She quickly walked through the door and came to the stairs, and made a gesture to Yukiko who was standing by the door to keep quiet.

The older girl, who had never had such a novel experience, nodded obediently.

There were solid walls on both sides of the stairs, and Serabelle stood against the wall and listened attentively.

There are indeed footsteps, but they are a little slow, and judging by the rhythm... is there only one person?