My lover is this organization

Is this the Joan of Arc River?

"and many more!"

After a moment's silence, Miyano Shiho suddenly woke up.

She didn't want to refute Qin Wuque's inference. If she used normal human logic to infer, Gin should be blamed for the undercover agent's infiltration into the organization.

but……

"Do you think what you said is possible?" She cast her eyes toward someone who was leaning against the office door.

"To be honest, it's really unlikely." Qin Wuque touched his chin with a subtle expression, "After all, if the organization wants to persecute you two weak women who are powerless, it is relatively easy. But if it were me or Captain Qin, then I can only say that although violence cannot solve the problem, it can solve the person who created the problem..."

At this point he changed the subject: "But anyway, the organization hasn't come to any conclusion yet, so it's useless to worry about these things here. It's better to eat well, drink well, sleep well, and be happy every day~"

"..."

Hearing this, Miyano Akemi forced a smile and said, "I understand. Anyway, let me think about it carefully. Um... I'll leave first."

After saying that, she stood up from the sofa, walked around Qin Wuque who had stepped aside, pushed the door open and left the office.

Although the latter wanted to stay a little longer, as soon as he turned around, he saw a young director behind a desk picking up a large stack of experimental reports at hand and slamming them on the table with an expressionless face.

Qin Wuque had no choice but to raise his hands.

"Okay, okay, I'll climb."

……

……

After leaving the R&D department, Qin Wuque, who had nothing to do, staggered back to his room.

However, as soon as he entered the door, the cell phone in his jacket pocket rang.

He took out his cell phone and took a look. It was actually a call from Sister Bei who was far away in London. He couldn't help but feel a little happy and answered the call immediately.

"Wei? Sister Bei, I miss you so much~"

"puff……"

When Vermouth on the other end of the phone heard the guy's malicious and cute tone, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Missed me? Really?"

"Of course~"

"Then why didn't you call me for so many days~"

"Because a lot of things happened~"

The answers are fluent.

"You mentioned a lot of things..." Vermouth paused deliberately, "Are you referring to the incident where a Japanese public security undercover was sent out from our organization some time ago, and then two days ago we found an FBI undercover, but he escaped?"

"Emmmmm, you are so well-informed."

Vermouth on the other end of the phone chuckled and said, "Okay, I won't embarrass you. I've heard about the situation. Since even that woman Gin couldn't handle it, I guess the situation is really tricky."

"Okay……"

Qin Wuque was a little embarrassed. He thought that if Captain Qin had not risked his life to rescue them, those FBI guys would have all died in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Then he heard Vermouth continue.

"Compared to this, sister, I'm in New York, USA now. Do you want to come over to play? There will be a super beautiful celebrity with us~"

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PS: Ah… Damn, today I suddenly found a private message in the background. Because I almost never read private messages, and because this account is not linked to a mobile phone, I can’t reply even if I read it…

Chapter 41: The Undefeated Legend on the Streets of New York

Night, Broadway, New York, USA.

As an important birthplace of American drama and musicals, the history of Broadway can be traced back to the early 1810th century. At that time, Broadway Avenue had already become the center of American theatrical art activities. The Park Theater established in is the ancestor of today's New York Broadway.

Broadway Avenue starts from Battery Park in the south and runs from south to north across Manhattan Island, with a total length of 25 kilometers. There are numerous theaters on both sides of the road. The huge shining neon electronic billboards are intertwined with the asphalt road that has just rained. The overlapping light and shadow, against the backdrop of high-rise buildings in the distance, have a sense of the real version of Night City.

It once declined due to the economic crisis in 1930, but it is still the pinnacle representative of the Western theater industry today.

A Bugatti Veyron (Truffia Snake) was slowly moving along the curb of Broadway at a speed of seven kilometers per hour.

The leisurely posture did not seem like a normal drive on the highway, but more like an award-winning filmmaker on his way to the awards ceremony. The only thing missing was someone leaning out from the roof of the car, opening a bottle of champagne and waving to the fans lining the road to greet them.

Inside the car, Qin Wuque, looking bored, sat in the driver's seat. He still had his funny hedgehog cat mask on his face, and his toes were slightly on the accelerator.

He did it on purpose.

After all, even though it's on Broadway, top-level supercars like this are still not very common. The driving speed, which is basically the same as the walking speed of an average person, just allows onlookers on both sides of the street to take out their mobile phones to take pictures without having to get in front of the car.

Vermouth sat in the passenger seat, with her legs crossed and her arms folded across her chest.

She looked a little strange tonight. Not only did she put away her bright and dazzling waist-length golden hair, but also wore a fake shoulder-length short hair that further highlighted her capable temperament. She also used makeup to create nasolabial folds and wrinkles at the corners of her mouth, and paired it with a pair of round-frame plain glasses that the female principal of a middle school wore. She seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant.

"So it's fine if you just want to meet your friends, but why do you have to dress yourself up like this? And logically, shouldn't you be in London carrying out your long-term mission now, Sister Bei? Why did you suddenly come to New York to play?" Qin Wuque asked lazily with one hand on the steering wheel.

"Fool……"

The sense of vicissitudes on Vermouth's face, which was originally brewing through slight facial expression control, suddenly turned into full helplessness.

She reached out her hand and gently poked Qin Wuque's mask: "Didn't I tell you that the person I'm going to meet today is my junior sister from the same school when I was learning the art of disguise twenty years ago. How could a person look the same twenty years ago and still look the same twenty years later?"

"I do know a guy named Zhang who has looked the same for more than a hundred years." Qin Wuque said casually.

"I guess the person you're talking about is called Zhang Qiling." Vermouth held his forehead, "You once told me about the book called Grave Robbers' Chronicles."

"Oh……"

Qin Wuque nodded and said, "So, sister Bei, you still haven't told me why you suddenly came from London to New York. Generally speaking, you can't just drop the mission even if you're meeting a friend. So, the so-called long-term mission is actually 70% of idle time plus 30% of action time."

"of course not."

Vermouth rolled her eyes.

"It's because you let the FBI undercover escape in Tokyo a few days ago. I got the news that the FBI agent who escaped from the organization, Akai Shuichi, is dealing with a criminal called 'Highway Devil' in New York recently. He is a silver-haired killer who specializes in attacking young women. So I plan to take this opportunity to do both things at the same time."

As she spoke, she took out a male mask that she had prepared in advance from the inner pocket of her shirt and showed it to Qin Wuque, then held her chin up and pretended to look out the car window casually.

"Also, when you see me later, don't call me Sister Bei. Many more people here know me than in Japan. Remember to call me Sharon. Got it?"

"I understand! Okay, sister Bei, no problem, sister Bei." Qin Wuque looked serious.

"We'll book two single rooms in the hotel tonight..." Vermouth said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wuque's face suddenly turned bitter, and his sad tone made people feel his inner despair even through the funny mask.

"Come on Sharon, I was wrong Sharon."

"Hum~"

Seeing the latter immediately surrender, Vermouth's mood suddenly became better, and even the wrinkles on her face caused by the cross-dressing seemed to relax a lot.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon, the Bugatti Veyron carrying the two people stopped completely in front of the "Ghost Theater" on Broadway.

This is the place where Vermouth and her "super beautiful superstar" friend had agreed to meet. They had agreed to meet at seven o'clock, but the time on the electronic clock in the car was about to hit seven, and the other party still had no intention of showing up.

"Aha~ I say, Bei... Sharon, when is your friend coming? It won't be late, will it?" Qin Wuque yawned.

“No~” Vermouth curled her lips when she heard that. “She is always on time. She should be on her way from the airport now. She might show up in a few seconds.”

"Coming from the airport? Now?"

Qin Wuque was startled. He calculated in his mind for a moment and raised his eyebrows. "Wait, it would take at least 40 minutes to drive from the airport. Now there are only a few minutes left."

“So what if it’s only a few minutes? Didn’t you say you were driving normally?” Vermouth’s eyes moved.

"Uh……"

Qin Wuque was defeated on the spot by the powerful logic of his sister Bei. After letting out a long breath, he sank into his seat completely.

But just as he was about to pick up his phone to kill some time, a noisy engine sound suddenly came from far behind.

Qin Wuque subconsciously looked up and was immediately shocked.

On the bustling Broadway Avenue in New York at night, a silver Jaguar was seen speeding along at a speed of up to 80 miles per hour, dodging left and right in the not-too-congested traffic, as agile as an eel, and easily breaking through the siege.

Is this... the undefeated legend on the streets of New York?

Qin Wuque thought hesitantly.

Although he knew that many celebrities played very crazy when they were young, he was unique in being this crazy.

At this time, Vermouth, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised her chin and chuckled softly.

"Look, here she comes."

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PS: Actually, Yukiko's driving skills are relatively reasonable. The really outrageous thing is that Toru Amuro collided with the train in Zero's Executioner. I don't know how he drove the car up there. There were high fences on both sides. Even if the little mute from Los Santos came over, there would be no room for maneuver.

Chapter 42: Vermouth the Materialist

With a sharp and piercing brake sound, the silver Jaguar stopped steadily next to the Bugatti Veyron.

Behind it, two black brake marks more than ten meters long were clearly visible on Broadway at night.

Qin Wuque withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror in amazement. He had intended to see who this muscular man driving the Jaguar was, but when he turned around, he suddenly discovered that the person sitting in the driver's seat was a young woman who looked to be only about 20 years old. She had long brown curly hair and was dressed very fashionably.

And most importantly... the giant horse is beautiful!

“This is the junior sister I told you about.” Vermouth smiled faintly, “But don’t be fooled by her appearance. In fact, her child is already in high school. In your words, she is… about the same age as you?”

"What?!" Qin Wuque, who claimed to be always seventeen years old, was shocked again.

When he turned his head again, a 100,000-word epic campus romance story had already been imagined in his mind.

For example, a girl is pursued by all the boys in the school because she is too beautiful. In the end, this beautiful flower falls on some unknown pile of cow dung. As a result, she gets pregnant before marriage because she did not take proper safety measures when applauding for love. The boy cannot afford the burden of raising a child because he is still a student. In the end, he abandons the girl, causing more tragedy for single young mothers in the world. The girl is unwilling to give up her child, so she is forced to debut as an idol to earn money for milk powder... Inspirational story.

As soon as Vermouth saw this guy like that, she immediately understood what he was thinking. She couldn't help but feel angry and amused. She reached out and pinched the latter's thigh.

"Don't even think about it. She has a husband, and he's a world-class mystery novelist."

"Oh? Really?"

Qin Wuque retreated tactically and deliberately emphasized his tone.

If it were any other stupid netizen at this moment, he would have definitely filled the screen with comments like “Wouldn’t that be better?” But he’s not a thief, so… forget it.

Believe me, it really isn't.

Just as the two were interacting, the undefeated legend of the New York streets in the Jaguar next door had already lowered the window, and was surprised to see Qin Wuque sitting in the driver's seat and Belmode sitting in the passenger seat.

"Oh? I thought you came here alone, Sharon. Who is this? Is he your boyfriend? You're wearing a weird mask on your face. Are you wearing it because you're shy?"

"Yukiko..."

Faced with her junior sister's barrage of questions, Vermouth seemed a little helpless, but after a moment's hesitation she felt relieved. After all, her junior sister had always had this kind of personality.

Just like a child who never grows up.

"Yes, that's it."

Unexpectedly, Qin Wuque took over the conversation. He flicked the funny mask on his face with his fingers and started talking nonsense.

"Because I suffer from severe autism, I dare not go out without a mask, let alone communicate with others, so I have to wear a mask every time I go out."

"Oh~ so that's how it is." Yukiko's face was full of understanding and sympathy.

But this understanding quickly turned into a lot of gossip.

"Has Sharon ever seen your face?" she asked.

"I've seen it." Qin Wuque said as a matter of course.