Ke Xue: I have a duplicate life of my wives

"Are you awake?" Belmode turned his head to look at him, and said calmly, "Since you're awake, let's make breakfast."

"..."

Hanyu Shirasawa's good mood just now disappeared instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

He got up and got out of bed, gently hugged her waist from behind, put his head on her shoulder, smelled the fragrance from her hair, looked at the morning scenery outside, and said in a low voice:

"Say something that disgusts you. You chose to escape from that cage before, do you still want to escape now?"

"escape?"

There was a trance in Bell "Seven Six Three" Ermod's eyes, and he couldn't help laughing at himself:

"I'm no longer the ignorant me I was at the beginning, and I can't escape at all."

"No idea at all?"

"Hanyu Shirasawa." Belmode called out his name suddenly, and said quietly: "Don't believe that person's words. Don't think about leaving after the task is completed, he will never let go of a person who knows the secrets of the organization .”

"I understand that."

Hanyu Shirasawa really understood.

How could a person who wouldn't even let go of his only relative now let go of someone who had nothing to do with him?

Besides, he was here to complete the task, and he didn't care about Renye Karasuma at all. Belmode was always the primary goal.

This woman's heart is as cruel as ever.

It has been ten days.

The dungeon system didn't remind me to complete the task, which is really a bit difficult.

"You just understand."

There was a trace of complexity in Belmode's tone.

Twenty years ago, when she was in the forest, she fantasized about running away with the other party and living a happy life.

But now everything has disappeared, like a bubble, just a castle in the air.

Even in such an intimate scene now, I don't know if there will be a chance to experience it again in the future.

"By the way, let me tell you one more thing. Just now Pisk sent me a message that three days later at nine o'clock in the evening, FBI Director Alan Mackenzie will go to an opera house on Broadway to watch an opera. It is a very Nice hands-on opportunity.”

"Pisque..."

Hanyu Shirasawa squinted his eyes. Of course he knew who this codename belonged to. It was the codename of Kenzo Masuyama. He was probably already old by now, in his 50s.

But he doesn't care about Kenzo Masuyama, but the information just now:

"Night? Nine o'clock? No matter how you look at it, it's a trap. It's probably trying to lure us out."

"I know that the time of night is beneficial to us. Even if they send a helicopter, it is not as convenient as during the day. This is a conspiracy. That guy is betting his life on our possibility of making a move."

"Are you going?" Hanyu Shirasawa frowned.

"Of course." Belmode said firmly: "As long as you kill that person, the matter here will end. If you miss this opportunity, there will definitely not be a second chance in a short time."

"All right……"

Hanyu Shirasawa had no choice but to agree.

He is very clear that the current Belmode is no longer the one he was in the past. He has his own opinions, and the things he decides will not change. Others cannot persuade him.

Anyway, with his help, I dare not say much, and it should be okay to take her to evacuate safely.

Moreover, this time may be an opportunity, after all, the intimacy between two people can only be accelerated when they are in danger, the bond between life and death, the bonus is very terrifying.

"By the way, what method do you want to choose to kill him this time? Yirong approaching and killing him, or sniping?" Hanyu Baisawa asked another key question.

"Sniping."

………………

………………

time flies.

blink.

three days later.

evening.

It was nearly nine o'clock.

On a [-]-meter-high building a few hundred meters away from the Broadway Opera House, Belmode was lying on the edge, aiming at the entrance of the Opera House with a sniper rifle, blending into the surrounding night.

In the field of view of the sniper rifle, the lights at the entrance of the opera house were very bright, and it was very clear to see.

At this time, there was a mobile phone next to her, and she was on call with a contact number: "Brandy, how is your situation?"

Although there are earphones now, but there is no one that is very small and convenient for talking, so they just use the phone to communicate.

"I didn't find anything, just be careful..." Hanyu Baisawa answered on his mobile phone on the side of the road a hundred meters away from the Opera House. Stay connected.

He actually found it very strange.

It was obviously a conspiracy.

Knowing such a dangerous situation, it really doesn't make sense that the FBI didn't come around in advance to set up secret whistle or something.

The only thing I want to say is that there are few cars on this street, and there are not too many pedestrians. This is the most abnormal point.

But Hanyu Shirasawa can be sure that these people are ordinary people and have nothing to do with the FBI.

"Here we come." Suddenly, Belmode's voice came from the phone.

Hanyu Shirasawa looked towards the distance of the road.

I saw four black cars slowly driving towards the opera house one after the other.

"Huh..." Hanyu Baisawa took a deep breath, and said silently in his heart: "Alan Mackenzie, right? Whether I can complete this task or not depends entirely on you. I hope you can give me a little bit of effort."

Soon.

The car stopped at the gate of the opera house.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

He felt that the world became quiet at this moment, and countless people looked at the entrance of the somewhat famous opera house.

Time seems to have been forgotten.

It could be just a moment, it could be a few minutes.

at last.

That Alan Mackenzie got out of the car with a kind smile on his face.

next second.

A cloud of blood burst out on his forehead, and at the same time, there was a "bang" gunshot from 3.0.

smoothly.

Very smooth.

The smoothness of this series of things is like giving away the head on purpose, and the smoothness is too unbelievable.

"Prepare to stop them, I'll pick you up right away." Belmode said quickly on the phone.

But Hanyu Shirasawa didn't move.

Just silently looking into the distance.

Because the group of people at the gate of the opera house did not rush towards the place where the gunshots were fired, but came to the dead Alan Mackenzie, not knowing what they were doing.

1 minute later.

A car flicked to a stop in front of him:

"Don't be in a daze! Get in the car!"

………………

[Boss, stop urging me to change, I can't stand [-] a day. 】

[I beg the boss to let go, I have been writing for the past two days, my mind is empty, and I don't know what to write. 】.

Chapter 0097: Belmode Copy: 2/3

Hanyu Shirasawa got into the car.

Belmode slammed on the accelerator and rushed forward quickly.

"Sharon, the situation is wrong. Even if it is a conspiracy, why didn't they respond at all?"

"I don't care about them, let's leave here first. As long as we escape, even if there is any other purpose, it will not affect us."

"Too……"

Hanyu Baisawa replied, but he was complaining in his heart: "What kind of FBI operation is this? Just let us run away? Then how can I complete my mission?"

Or maybe the complaints in his heart played a role.

When I just left this street and turned a corner to the intersection, the situation in front of me suddenly changed.

Numerous headlights aimed at them.

It turned out that the crossroads had already been blocked, and a group of police officers with live ammunition stood guard here.

"I knew it." Hanyu Baisawa smiled, it seems that the FBI is not stupid.

Belmode didn't have any extra thoughts, and directly changed his path.

for the rest of the time.

They have seen what is a net of heaven and earth.

Draw a circle with a radius of 1000 meters from the Broadway opera house as the origin, and all areas that can escape from this circle are sealed off.

"Damn! 29"