My lover is this organization

After saying that, he quickly followed Belmode and whispered, "Sister Bei, you were laughing so happily just now. It felt like I got a daughter for free."

"Hum~"

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PS1: From then on, Sister Bei embarked on the road of becoming a master of Lan and there was no turning back...

PS2: I have decided, considering that the Time Zero skill is too buggy, I have decided to use it less in combat unless necessary (show off time), and use it more to persecute Conan and commit crimes in front of Conan. (Funny)

Chapter 46: Sister Bei’s Bad Taste

After leaving the Ghost Theater, Qin Wuque and Vermouth walked to the old town of New York.

To be precise, it is an almost abandoned industrial park.

The building has an ordinary dark grey cement exterior, rusty stair railings, and broken turquoise plastic downpipes. Even the architectural style is the same as the Steve matchbox style, only a little larger in scale.

A drizzle started to fall from the sky at some point. The raindrops fell on the stair railing outside the building, gathered into water droplets and dripped onto the ground. The dripping sound echoed one after another in this abandoned industrial park, and intertwined with the sound of the wind, it made people feel inexplicably calm.

"Highway devil, are you there~Highway devil, are you there~"

Qin Wuque staggered along with one hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella, humming a strange tune he had improvised.

Beside him, Vermouth and he were sharing an umbrella, the two of them were very close to each other, like a pair of young lovers who had nothing better to do and came to explore the wilderness.

At this time, Vermouth had taken off the clothes she used to hide her youthful appearance that was completely inconsistent with her actual age, and returned to her usual wavy blonde appearance in the organization.

In order to highlight her youthfulness, she even wiped off her favorite purple lipstick and replaced it with a very girlish light pink. She tied her long golden wavy hair up behind her head, and she seemed to have returned to the age of seventeen.

Their current target is the highway demon that has been causing trouble in New York recently. According to rumors, the other party seems to be a criminal who enjoys attacking young women. In less than half a month, he has committed no less than five cases. According to witnesses, this "highway demon" is a Japanese man with long silver hair, about thirty years old.

Since the local police in New York were unable to deal with the criminal, they finally had to call in the FBI. The agent sent by the FBI was none other than Shuichi Akai, an undercover agent who had successfully defected from the Black Organization.

That is, rye whiskey.

So Vermouth simply did the opposite and disguised herself as a road devil, luring Shuichi Akai out of his hole and killing him in New York.

However, in order to prevent two identical highway killers from appearing in the same world, she must first kill the real one and then replace him with herself.

But what is frustrating is that the area of ​​this abandoned industrial park is really large. The two of them have been walking inside for nearly a quarter of an hour, and they have only walked from the periphery of the industrial park to the central part. Trying to find a person who deliberately wants to hide his tracks in such a large industrial park is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

Sigh~ At times like this, I suddenly envy those people who have a talent for reasoning. For example, they can associate a footprint with the target's body data, and then judge the target's speed and state when passing by based on the depth and freshness of the footprint, and then directly infer the target's current location based on a series of associations...

Thinking of this, Qin Wuque silently mourned for three seconds in his heart for his extremely poor reasoning talent.

As the sky grew darker, Vermouth became increasingly anxious.

Although it is almost summer, it will be dark around seven in the evening. When it gets completely dark in a while, the danger of the action will be much higher.

She exhaled white mist and said, "It's not a good idea for us to keep looking like this. How about this, I'll look for the right half, and you go look for the left half. This way we can be more efficient."

"... Miss Bay, are you sure?"

Qin Wuque frowned slightly: "Since the opponent was able to make Akai Shuichi go out and was not killed immediately, it at least shows that his strength should be at the level of Vodka. Sister Bei, are you really okay alone?"

However, he was hit on the back of his head just as he finished speaking.

"pain……"

Qin Wuque covered his head with his hands, looking aggrieved.

Vermouth took back her hand nonchalantly, glared at him and said, "You don't really think that my reputation as the Thousand-Faced Witch in the organization was earned by my Sichuan Opera face-changing skills, do you?"

"No, no, no, no..."

Qin Wuque admitted his mistake very quickly and shook his head repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, the Queen is a martial arts master. All members of the winery salute you, Sister Bei!"

"Stop it……"

Seeing this guy like this, Vermouth didn't know what to say.

She shook her head helplessly and took out the mask and pistol for disguise from her jacket pocket. At the same time, she pressed a switch hidden somewhere on her body. With the sound of inflation, her figure gradually changed. Her original curvy figure suddenly turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man. Coupled with her charming face, it gave people a strong and shocking contrast.

Fortunately, three seconds later she had put on the mask she had prepared in advance, and the moment she opened her mouth her voice seamlessly switched to a weathered and hoarse male voice.

"How do I look now?"

After completing her transformation, Vermouth deliberately put on the face of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties and cast a wink at Qin Wuque, who was standing beside her with a look of amazement.

"Yes, it has that flavor!" Qin Wuque, who had been through hundreds of battles and had maxed out his resistance, gave a thumbs up firmly, without any fear on his face.

Tsk, I'm already scared...

Vermouth thought with a little regret in her heart.

She vaguely remembered that when she first got together with this dog-head, she scared him with her fake male voice when they did it for the first time, and almost frightened Qin Wuque to death on the spot.

After that, she enjoyed using this method to scare the other person every now and then, but she didn't expect that she would get tired of being scared after doing it so many times.

It's just boring.

Seeing that Qin Wuque had no other reaction, Vermouth lost interest. She stuffed an earbud-style miniature wireless intercom into Qin Wuque's pocket and waved her hand, saying, "Okay, that's settled. I'll go scout the right half, and you go check out the left half. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."

Maybe this is the legendary beauty that lies in the bones, not in the skin. Although she has the face of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, a simple wave of the hand can still give her a lazy feeling.

"Understood~"

This time Qin Wuque did not refuse. After saluting in a proper manner, he put on his funny mask again, pulled up the hood of his windbreaker, jumped up on the spot, reached out to grab the railing of the stairs outside a factory building next to him, lightly hooked his feet and kicked, and the whole person flew up into the air.

His movements were smooth and flowing, as if his body was light and weightless. After a few breaths, he had climbed to the top of the stairs and then disappeared on the top of the factory building.

Of course, he did not forget to leave his umbrella behind.

Vermouth was watching everything clearly from below. Although such shots are often seen on movie sets, they are after all made with special effects and the people are hanging by ropes. They cannot be compared with seeing it with one’s own eyes in real life.

Could this be the legendary Chinese Qinggong?

Wait, this guy actually ran so fast this time, which means...

hum~

As if she suddenly realized something, the Thousand-Faced Witch curled her lips into a slightly pleased smile.

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PS: It's cracked. For a week in a row, I was woken up by my dog ​​at four in the morning every day. I felt like I was going to die.

Chapter 47 Highway Devil

Qin Wuque ran wildly against the wind above the abandoned industrial park, passing through one empty factory room after another at an extremely fast speed.

He had seen many extreme sports videos on video websites that were sponsored by companies that promised to pay for the risk of their lives. He could never understand the fun of jumping back and forth on top of buildings that were dozens or hundreds of meters high.

Even in a game made by a certain BUG manufacturer, I didn't feel it was very cool when I personally controlled the protagonist to fly over the rooftops and walls in London, England, where the Industrial Revolution was at its peak. I just thought it was a relatively high-tech way of traveling.

It was not until he tried it himself that he suddenly discovered...

Well, it’s really cool.

It is not easy to find a person who is hiding himself in such a large industrial park. However, compared with their initial haphazard search wherever they went, Qin Wuque's efficiency at this time can be described as that of a helicopter overlooking the earth.

But to be honest, I still envy the assassin next door for being able to use Eagle Eye.

There's no need for a carpet search. Just open Eagle Eye and you'll find what you're looking for.

Sour and sour.

"Help……"

Suddenly, a faint cry for help drifted into Qin Wuque's ears along with the evening breeze.

He braked without hesitation.

However, because he was running too fast before, the huge inertia made it impossible for him to stop at all. He went a long way on the rain-soaked roof and almost failed to brake. He stopped less than 20 centimeters away from the edge of the eaves.

Below, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties happened to pass by.

Messy silver hair, a stubbled chin, a brown jacket that hadn't been washed in who knows how long, and... when he raised his head, a face that was clearly not European was revealed.

The most important thing is that behind him there is a young woman with her hands and feet tied up. She seems to be struggling desperately and her consciousness is not very clear. It seems that she has been forced to inhale some anesthetic gas.

(There is no such thing in reality. If there is, it would only be effective if you inhale a very large dose.)

Wait, this outfit...why does it look so familiar?

Qin Wuque leaned back tactically, and then revealed the expression on the old man's phone on the subway. The memory fragment that he had selectively deleted before, in which Sister Bei winked at him with a middle-aged male face, was turned out.

Hearing the inexplicable rumbling sound coming from above his head, the road demon who was dragging the woman looked up and was stunned.

On the roof of an abandoned industrial park building that should have been empty, there was a guy wearing a strange yellow mask, looking down at him. If he had seen Kamen Rider, he would have discovered that the guy's posture above him was similar to that of a certain Showa with bad breath.

Qin Wuque nodded to the road demon below and said, "Fuck you... forget it. This joke is too old and outdated. Even if I tell it, it may not resonate with readers."

Then he pressed the micro radio in his ear and spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"Sister Bei, Sister Bei? Can you hear me? I have found the target here. I will come to you as soon as I solve the problem. Where are you now?"

"..."

However, there was no response on the radio.

what's the situation?

Qin Wuque hesitated slightly, and after a little thought decided to give up calling.

He knew Vermouth's character very well. Although there might be people in real life who deliberately don't reply to messages in order to package themselves as busy and presentable, the latter was obviously not one of them.

If there is no reply to the message, there are only two possibilities. One is that the radio is broken and unable to reply. The other is that some emergency situation prevents the reply.

Thinking of this, Qin Wuque couldn't help but smack his lips slightly.

Then, jump down.

At the same time, the highway demon on the ground realized that his tracks had been exposed and was planning to run away quickly with his new prey of the night. However, he had only taken two steps when he caught a glimpse of a figure falling from the sky in front of him in a super handsome posture. With a loud bang, the ground beneath his feet shook violently.

A standard superhero landing.

but……

Falling directly from such a height, landing on the knees and toes without any cushioning, can the human skeleton really withstand it?

Looking at the man in black who was less than five meters away from him, the Highway Devil began to doubt his life for a moment.

Generally speaking, superheroes in movies would stand up from the ground half a second after landing, and then strike a classic and handsome pose in front of the villain, but it took Qin Wuque three full seconds to stand up from the ground.

"Sure enough, this way of landing is not very friendly to the knees." He muttered.

The silver-haired road demon didn't hear clearly what he said, but that didn't prevent him from understanding Qin Wuque's intention.

He had already let go of the bound woman the moment Qin Wuque stood up, and instead pulled out a dagger flashing with cold light from behind, and stabbed at the latter without hesitation.

This stab was obviously of some skill. Although it was not as powerful as in fantasy novels where a simple straight stab could produce a lot of special effects, it could still be considered fast, accurate and ruthless.

He had used this knife to kill the women he hunted on several beautiful nights, but the knife was never used just to torture its prey!

puff!

As the sound of a sharp blade breaking through flesh was heard, the Highway Demon felt a surge of pleasure from the bottom of his heart. The hot blood that spread to the back of his hand made him feel as if his whole being was filled at this moment.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy, waiting for the painful wail to be heard.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds passed.

The highway demon suddenly realized that something was wrong. Not only did he not hear any wails of pain, but the blood that should have been gushing out like a fountain seemed to have stopped.