Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Even though it was a semi-automatic pistol with low recoil, Winnet still felt numbness in her palm the moment she fired the gun.

The vibration might not come from the pistol, but from her chest.

Jacques and Ireland, who rushed out of the corner, also witnessed the moment Winnet was shot. The two stopped the motorcycle beside Winnet, and Jacques took off his protective helmet.

"Oh, this is really..." Jacques had an unbelievable expression on his face, "Abis, you are so messed up, you just need to wait for us to come over."

When Jacques saw Winnet injured, he naturally didn't pay attention to the "corpse" lying on the ground. Ireland didn't want to talk to Winnet out of embarrassment in the bar, and the teenage girl approached him He didn't have that kind of hobby. Although he was old enough to start a family, as a member of the organization, he obviously couldn't provide enough protection for his family.

Seeing this, Winnet said, "All the people from Aberius have been dealt with, what should we do with these speedboats?"

"Check, if there is no bomb or something, we can take over the legacy of Aberius, which happens to be less secure than the original evacuation route."

Jacques said with a smile, and then sent the organization members who came up behind to check the speedboat, and then she asked: "Abis, are your injuries okay?"

"It's just the shoulder. Take out the bullet and rest for a while, it will be fine." Winnet replied blankly.

Jacques didn't say much. In her opinion, this little angel in front of her was really terrifying. He single-handedly killed more than a dozen hostile personnel equipped with sufficient firepower. I'm afraid even if the gin came, it wouldn't work.

The only ones who can do this kind of thing are the whole organization, except for the little angel in front of her, that is, Ji Luxi, who once survived the battlefield in the Middle East.

Of course, Jacques didn't know that half of the enemies were killed by Renata who was lying on the ground.

She told her men to check that the speedboat was there, then drove Ireland out of the car and called Winnet to come up.

Although the two steps had no effect, Winnet nodded and accepted Jacques's suggestion, not wanting to be noticed. In her peripheral vision, Ireland glanced at Renata on the ground, but said nothing.

Didn't you see it?

Winnet felt that a pool of blood would look more real, but even that wouldn't completely wipe out Renata's vital signs.

Winnet wasn't sure if Ireland had noticed her trick.

Fortunately, the other party didn't say anything, and didn't try to confirm the state of Renata who fell on the ground, but followed Jacques silently to the speedboat.

A total of four ships are moored.

Winette guessed that this was a means of moving to the cruise ship for temporary safety just in case. However, the cruise ship had been infiltrated by the organized people long ago, and bombs were placed on the hull structure.

Not only in Europe and the United States, but also in Japan, Winnet really felt the pressure from the huge organization backed by her.

Jacques didn't seem to want to give up her motorcycle, and rejected the plan of using a speedboat. After discussing the escape route with Ireland, she got on the motorcycle again, put on a helmet, and blew a kiss to Winnet and others. Ireland, who seemed taciturn, A terrible smile suddenly appeared, "Let's go with that crazy woman."

Ms. Winnet thinks that this smile is not evil in the slightest. On the screen, it is quite a villain leader. In reality, with such a face, I am afraid that many people will be misunderstood—in fact He is indeed the leader of a criminal organization - with the code name Liquor.

Miss Winnet shook her shoulders and nodded her head like a pest.

This made Ireland laugh even more, and he started to launch the speedboat, "Although this face is scary, I'm actually quite popular."

She didn't expect Ireland to suddenly tell jokes, but being scary doesn't mean being ugly.

Ireland was driving a speedboat, and the cold wind on the sea hit Winnet's cheeks. He adjusted his moving position, "Your shoulders are starting to ooze blood. Although you have avoided the vital points, if you don't deal with it in time, you will still be left behind." small impact."

Upon hearing this, Winnet pulled out her Colt Python and aimed at Ireland from behind.

She knew that it was still too difficult to deceive an expert with the disguise she made, and it was out of luck that she didn't say a word.

Ireland calmly said to Winnett, "Don't worry, it's not a big problem."

He turned a corner, parked the speedboat on the edge of a jungle, and immediately left the pier. The hull of the cruise ship that had been sailing for a while burst into intense flames.

Throwing the anchor down, Ireland said again: "When you asked Jacques to do that, we also let go of some little guys. For the organization, these small roles of the mafia family are not important at all, as long as you don't betray them. Organizations and contacts with people from the Intelligence Bureau, the organization will not be against you."

"How do you judge?" Winnet asked suspiciously, "I let go of the enemy with my own hands. Is it natural to be suspected? How do I know that you are not playing tricks on me?"

She grabbed Ireland by the front of his shirt and lifted him up with a force that was uncanny for Ireland, aiming the gun at his forehead.

Ireland felt his feet off the ground, which made him feel that the world was ridiculous enough, after all, the girl in front of him looked so slender.

As for him, almost ninety kilograms.

Suddenly, Winnet let go, and Ireland, who had landed on the ground, hadn't recovered from the surprised expression for a while, he thought, no wonder it was a newcomer who was able to single-handedly kill more than a dozen armed and well-trained enemies.

There is no doubt that the girl in front of him is qualified to inherit the code name of Abis.

He estimated that not only in terms of fighting ability, but also in terms of mind, the girl in front of him was equally powerful, just like the former Abis, the member of the elders who had a higher status than the man he respected and regarded as his father.

After a while, Ireland calmed down and said: "You can use it as a means for me to make friends with you. Even the organization's interior is not monolithic. In the near future, I will go to Japan like you to do things for the organization. Hopefully we can build friendship and trust."

Meet a new member?

Winette felt that Ireland's proposal was too ridiculous, and couldn't think of any benefits for him, or was she focusing on her relationship with Belmode?

Although Belmode was kind to her, there was no deep friendship between the two of them, and it was basically the other party's unilateral wooing of her.

"You... don't tell me you're interested in me?"

Although she didn't want to think so, Winnet couldn't find any other reason for a while, let alone the matter of the bar.

"Hahaha, I don't have that idea. Besides, you...are you not interested in men at all?"

"how do you know?"

"Miss, when you were at the bar, you kept staring at the female bartender," Ireland said with a smile, "I even heard her chatting with her colleagues, saying that there was an exaggeratedly beautiful girl who seemed to be interested in her, She also said she wouldn't mind having a good night of memories."

nonsense!

Miss Winnet is not so explicit!

She became like that only because she was nervous and didn't know where to look. In the end, there was no need for her to go hungry. With her own conditions...

Woo!

Does anyone really want it?

……

ps: Piaopiao, woo, Piaopiao, Miss Priest is waiting for well-wishers to raise funds.jpg

048 A Poor Little Fox

"Okay, Abes, the joke is over here, I must confess to you." Ireland said, "I think you have seen that dangerous man Gin, who is like a terrible shadow in the organization, hanging over On everyone's head—responsible for dealing with traitors. Sometimes, not only traitors, but some members who are considered useless will also be dealt with by that guy."

"His horrific behavior makes people feel that he is messing around based on his status. My former partner died at his hands. In the valley of Kuntok Mountain, I only found a car that was burned out of shape. Alves and an unidentifiable corpse, and I have not been given an explanation, and since then, I have no trust in this man."

Ireland explained sincerely: "As the heir of Abis, you are easily entrusted with important tasks by that adult. Especially, you have a relationship with Belmode. I don't know if this statement can impress you."

Winnet couldn't find any element of lies from Ireland's mouth. In her opinion, neither her dislike of gin nor her intention to make friends with her had any flaws.

It seems that the death of his partner has thrown Ireland himself into a vortex of suspicion.

If he was using himself to reduce the possibility of being targeted by Gin, it would barely make sense.

Winnet sighed.

She didn't have any other choice.

Even if the organization knew what she was doing today, after investigation, they could only conclude that Renata was related to her by blood. As for Shirley——the organization should not be so naive.

Winnet put down the pistol in her hand and showed a dangerous smile: "Well, Irish whiskey, in fact, I also need a reliable helper, since gin also has a driver like vodka, if I become the backbone, how many of them have code names? people, it’s not too much, right?”

Ireland laughed, and he walked ashore to the edge of the sparse jungle.

Winnett followed. Although she put down her gun, she did not fully trust the other party. "What are u doing?"

Ireland hopped into a patch of undergrowth, inside a Chevrolet, and replied, "You're injured. I've got a car here. I'll take you to the clinic."

He opened the car door, opened the back seat by the way, and let Winnet sit in.

Winnet didn't refuse in a hurry. Since the wound on her left arm hadn't healed, the shot she used to cover it seemed to have shattered the wound, and the new wound and the old wound broke out at the same time. The pain made her start to sweat, but from the surface of the black trench coat From the looks of it, the effect is not obvious.

She sat in the car, saw the first-aid kit on the back seat, and said, "Can you lend me it?"

Ireland, who was starting the car, was surprised that a temporary hemostatic bandage first aid kit was enough, but the treatment of gunshot wounds was not so simple, and surgery was required to remove the bullet.

He reminded him kindly, "Abis, I'm not capable of surgery."

Wynette insisted again. She shook her head and said, "I don't need to go to the clinic. Drive me around Monterey Park."

"Okay," Ireland didn't refute. He could see that Winnet had plans of his own. "After tonight, my mission is over. If you need it, you can contact me at any time."

Ireland changed course, stepped on the gas pedal, and picked up speed a little.

It was close to two o'clock in the morning, and Ireland drove Winnet to Monterey Park, "Would you like me to send you off again, this place should be not a short distance from your residence."

"No, I also have a mission, and that matter needs to be kept secret for the time being." Winnet gritted her teeth and said.

Shirley's whereabouts, she can not disclose to others.

Belmode didn't tell anyone else about their residence, including the gin, as Belmode said, it was the adult who told her.

"Then don't delay." Ireland threw the contact information and tissues to Winnet, and he saw that her forehead was soaked with sweat.

Winnet took the note and wiped off her sweat: "I need your assistance right away."

She took a deep breath and pressed the position near the blood vessel to prevent further bleeding. Unfortunately, she found that she was being followed by a homeless man, so she had to backhand him and send him into a trash can on the street.During this process, she felt that the wound was opening again, and she couldn't help but let out a weak hum of pain. After 15 minutes, she returned to her residence.

Winnet tiptoed, walked lightly, and quietly turned on the light on the kitchen side.

Just as she was about to take off the black windbreaker that was sticky with blood, suddenly, the light on the other side of the living room was also turned on.

"It's really late." Shirley said, leaning against the wall.

"Did you not sleep?"

"The cat that went out for a walk hasn't come back in the middle of the night," Shirley replied. "Isn't it natural for the owner to feel worried?"

You look so animal-like.

Miss Winnet expressed her incomprehension.

Seeing something wrong with the way Winnet stood, Shirley walked up in a cotton pajamas, her body straightened, her brow furrowed.

"Winnet!" she said, grabbing Winnet's hand. "What happened?"

"It's nothing, just a little injury." Winnet said bravely.

"Look, a poor little fox!" Shirley gently brushed a strand of hair from Winnet's forehead, and saw the forehead already soaked in sweat.

She saw the first aid kit on the table: "Well, I don't ask where it came from now, do you want to deal with it yourself? Or come back with the idea of ​​letting me deal with it?"

In fact, there is no need to ask this question. If Winnet really wanted her to deal with it, she would not sneak in like a little mouse. Shirley guessed that Winnet just wanted to see her tomorrow morning.

"I..." Winnet felt a lump in her throat.

When she saw Shirley, she seemed to be a little awkward in speaking.

strangeness.

Shirley raised Winnet's arm, causing Winnet to snort in pain, "A new gunshot wound, and the old wound is also open... Do you know that if it is not treated properly, it will cause sequelae , and the risk of dying from wound infection?”

"What a stupid guy, sit on the bed." Shirley said, starting to boil hot water.

Then she checked the first-aid kit, which contained disinfectants and bandages.

After the water boiled, Shirley began to prepare.

The bullet did not penetrate, but remained in the body. Judging from the degree of bleeding, it has been a long time.

She carefully looked at Winnet's face, and did not continue to ask questions, because Winnet, who was sitting on the bed, couldn't help supporting her body with the other arm, her face was very pale, and she couldn't breathe smoothly.

Shirley found the Chris Reeve straight knife Winnet was carrying and treated it with hot water and disinfectant.

"Okay, take off your clothes."

"Uh……"

"Why hesitate, this is not the first time."

……

049 Lazy Fox, Get Up!

Winnet had no choice but to move her hands in a panic, she was a little uncertain about her attitude towards Shirley.

She muttered in her heart, I am not a lolicon.

Although she wanted to take off her clothes by herself, the blood clot had almost clotted, and any movement of her left arm would pull the wound, causing her severe pain.