I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Bang bang bang!

Three more shots were fired in succession, and hot blood burst out from the outside of the leader's left calf.

He endured the severe pain and curled up his body, slowly adjusting the angle in the direction of the gunshot, like a leopard that was seriously injured but still did not give up on killing its prey.

Sixteen shots! Only one bullet left!

boom!

The last shot was fired, and Serabelle missed.

The bullet hit the floor, splashing bright sparks.

This is the moment the team leader has been waiting for!

The strength stored in his muscles was completely released at this moment. He stomped on the ground and leaped forward at the risk of breaking his right foot. The dagger in his hand flashed a cold light in the darkness.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. From the leader's perspective, Serabelle pulled the trigger again, but no bullet came out of the gun.

That’s true. After all, so many shots were fired before, and they were all used up long ago.

He won this endurance race!

Within seven steps, the fist is more powerful than the gun... Boom!

The sound effects are even kind of funny, like someone in an animation being shot in the forehead with an arrow made of a plunger.

However, what hit the team leader's forehead was not an arrow made of a plunger, but a dagger that was still stained with the blood of his teammates. The force was so great that it directly penetrated the skull and entered the brain, leaving only the handle exposed outside. The guard of the knife was tightly attached to the skin of the forehead to prevent the paste inside from slipping out.

When exactly...

The team leader couldn't figure it out. He didn't see Serabelle make any move to throw anything, or he didn't even have time to see it clearly before everything was over.

Consciousness is also interrupted here.

"Whoo~"

After doing all this, Serabelle stretched her wrist, stepped forward, grasped the dagger stuck in the opponent's forehead, pushed and pulled it back and forth to ensure it was 100% evenly shaken before she lifted it with a little force, causing a "pop" sound to come out from the blade.

He looked at the leader lying on the ground, then looked at the dagger in his hand and shook his head.

"This thing is much more useful than a pistol."

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

At this moment, applause was heard from the dark space.

Serabelle looked back and saw it was Vermouth.

She had been hiding on the fifth floor since the former told her to "find a place to stay" before the fight started. She only came out now after the fight was over. At this moment, she was standing quietly behind Yukiko, clapping rhythmically.

It's not like a hijacking, but it's better than a hijacking.

"What do you mean?" Serabelle said expressionlessly.

"Means nothing."

Vermouth gracefully lit a ladies' cigarette, and the light from the lighter illuminated her beautiful face.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her bright red lips slightly raised.

"Ala, you haven't forgotten that all my cooperation before was because you threatened me. Now the situation has reversed...Okay, hand over the walkie-talkie and the pistol?"

"I'm sorry, the intercom has been smashed and the pistol has no bullets..."

Serabelle was throwing the dagger up and down for fun.

"But the knife is still here. I'll throw it to you if you want?"

As he said this, his eyes kept glancing at the blonde beauty, as if he would throw a flying knife at her as soon as she said the word.

Vermouth paused for half a second while smoking, and suddenly chuckled.

"You really can't take a joke... Never mind. You guys have messed up tonight's operation, so I guess we should just end it here, right?"

"How does it end?" asked Serabelle.

"Do you believe me?"

Vermouth smiled and stretched out her hand and asked back.

"If you believe me, give me the intercom."

Chapter 105 Reliable Sister Bei

I don't believe you...

After hearing the conditions proposed by Vermouth, Serabell wanted to refute her harshly at the first moment.

But as the saying goes, in the adult world there is no right or wrong, only pros and cons.

The plot of preferring death to cooperating with the enemy even if it would benefit one's side in either a big or small way, and finally getting what one wants and being defeated heroically, can only appear in movies.

And usually those who get this kind of script are some relatively important... supporting roles.

What's more, if you really think about it, Serabel and his team's tracking operation had theoretically failed from the moment they were discovered by Vermouth. Although they later used a trick to successfully kill an elite team of the opponent, that was just a trick.

The other teams are not fools either. If one team is called over and killed, it may be that they encountered an ambush, but if the second team is also called over and killed, that is very telling.

The remaining two teams will inevitably come up with other ideas, either acting together or reporting the abnormal situation directly to the headquarters.

By then, not to mention Serabel and Yukiko, even Vermouth herself will be in big trouble.

Judging from the previous experience of Akemi and her sister Miyano Shiho, the winery will not show any mercy to any member who has rebellious thoughts.

In other words, either cooperate or die together.

So the time came to half an hour later——

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and traffic was still coming and going on the Queensboro Bridge, which was similar in structure to the Fuyuki Bridge and spanned Roosevelt Island.

Bright and warm street lights shone down from overhead, and the light reflected from the constantly moving roofs gathered into light bands.

Two figures were walking side by side on the sidewalk next to the motor vehicle lane.

It was Serabelle and Yukiko.

There were no guns or swords drawn, no silver-haired killer, and no pursuit by the Black Organization. Even the equipment that had been seized from the winery members was taken away without a single piece.

They walked on the bridge in a very ordinary and normal manner, letting the cars come and go around them. The occasional sea breeze brought a slightly fishy and salty smell, blowing up a few strands of hair.

They are just like a couple...well, it's a bit of a stretch to say they are a couple, it would be more appropriate to describe them as brother and sister.

"Whoo~"

Yukiko, who was walking a little ahead, suddenly raised her arms and stretched her slender waist. Then she changed to one foot and turned 180 degrees on the spot with her left heel as the axis, facing Serabelle from her back to the front.

Then she made a very girlish gesture, put her hands behind her back and started walking backwards. She glanced vaguely in the direction they came from and gave Serabelle her usual heartless and beautiful smile.

"Well, this is a big deal now. I'll leave the rest to Sharon!"

"uh-huh."

Serabelle responded calmly.

The sound of the blowing wind slightly blurred the older girl's voice, and also blurred the slight sense of unnaturalness that she was trying so hard to hide.

After all, no matter how brave or heartless you are, you will still feel a little scared after encountering such things.

"Wow~ It's such a long way. I'm so tired!"

Yukiko complained loudly while turning around and walking forward normally. She crossed her hands behind her head after stretching and looked very relaxed.

"I didn't feel anything when I was chasing you, Sera-kun, all the way here. Now I think I should have driven the car here earlier. This way I can save some energy when driving back... Damn it, I really want to go back to the hotel and take a hot bath in the room... Ouch!"

Before she could finish her words, she let out a scream unexpectedly, and stumbled forward violently as if her toes had accidentally kicked some uneven, slightly raised brick on the ground.

And because Yukiko walked with her hands behind her head, she couldn't even support herself on the ground, and was about to replicate the most classic face-braking scene among cycling enthusiasts.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed her hand forcefully.

"Are you okay?"

Serabelle asked with concern.

Uh……

Yukiko blinked and was stunned for half a second, then came to her senses and realized that she did not really fall down, so she quickly stood up and smiled.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just sprained my ankle suddenly, it's not a big deal, it's not a big deal~"

After saying that, she continued to repeat what she had just said about going back to the hotel to take a bath, and added a little extra tune to hum a little song, humming as she walked forward.

But the hand that was holding Serabelle did not loosen, but instead held it even tighter.

Cold and a little sweaty.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Still in the abandoned industrial park area, on an inconspicuous dead-end road near the edge that was not even recorded on the satellite map, there were several black cars parked on the side of the road.

Vermouth has returned to her previous appearance as a silver-haired killer, and her whole body exudes a strong smell of gunpowder as if she had just experienced a fierce battle.

She walked to one of the cars, opened the door and prepared to get in.

Just then, a courageous voice came from behind.

“U-Um, Sister Vermouth, is this the end of this operation…?”

"if not?"

The voice used was also that of the silver-haired killer. Vermouth stopped entering the car, turned around with a matching face, and stared at the member of the organization who spoke with a sinister look.

"Didn't I say it on the radio? This operation has failed. The FBI got the news first and ambushed a large force around us. As for Akai Shuichi, he didn't even come."

"Then the team leader..."

"I didn't notice it because the scene was so chaotic, but they are probably dead. If they weren't dead, they would have come back on their own."

Vermouth's tone was full of indifference, as if she was not the one who had called for support.

She glanced at the member of the organization again.

"Of course, if you want to go back and collect their bodies now, I won't stop you. But there are only FBI people over there now. If you insist on dying, there's nothing I can do..."

Then Vermouth swept her cold gaze over the other members of the organization present one by one.

"Whether others will go with you is another matter."

"..."

Silence, silence, silence.

The failure of this operation was too strange. They had a total of four groups of people occupying the four directions of southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest for alert.

But in the end, they were ambushed by a large FBI team. How could this be possible?

Unless the FBI knew in advance the specific location they were going to.

So the question is, how did the FBI know this?

Is it just luck?

Everyone knows that there must be something wrong, but no one dares to say it out loud, let alone investigate it in depth.

If we don't look into it too deeply, at most it's just a mission failure. What's more, they have the help of the person in charge, Vermouth. They don't suffer any loss at all. It's just a wasted trip.

But if you think about it more deeply... well, think about what happened to the task force that was called over because they were talking too much on the intercom.

Seeing that no one was talking, Vermouth didn't bother to pay attention to them. She got in the car, closed the door, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.

Chapter 106 Akai Mary: My house was robbed?

After almost an hour's walk, Serabel and Yukiko finally returned to the hotel where they were staying.

It's a bit magical to say. Serabel thought that since Yukiko had more than 70,000 US dollars in travel funds, she would be able to choose a better hotel.

However, the fact is that the hotel selected by the latter is not of a high star rating, only three stars. Looking at the large number of super five-star hotels that cooperate with various large and small tour groups, it cannot even be considered "mainstream".

The only advantage is that it is close to Broadway, only two minutes' walk away.