Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Winnet is not wearing church clothes, but a black long-sleeved vest with a dark purple skirt underneath, which has a faint gothic style, and her long blue and silver hair is very fluffy, like a big fox Tail.

Finally, Belmode met her eyes.

Deep purple eyes, even in Europe, such a color is very rare, it can be seen that the girl is not a native British.

Belmode made a rough guess when he thought that Bridger often traveled around the world.

The child was picked up in which small country.

"Can you really not see it?" Belmode was a little dubious. The girl's pupils were indeed out of focus, but it might be the same as the previous prank trick, which was packaged with special props.

"Come closer..." Winnet stood on tiptoe and rushed to Belmode's ear.

Then--

"You! Lap dancer!"

Winnet yelled in Belmode's ear with a super loud voice. At the moment of Belmode's tinnitus, Winnet hit Belmode's wrist, then put down the gun in his hand and pointed it at Belmode's head.

"Now it's reversed! Hmph!"

ps: Please collect, please care

004 You have to pay extra to buy this pastor

Belmode gripped his painful wrist, and he was not angry at being pointed at by Winnet with a gun. Instead, he felt some appreciation in his heart.

From the moment she got out of the car, the girl was deliberately giving her a playful and childish impression.

Although it may not be all pretended, but it is more or less suspected of deliberately taking advantage of this point.Even when the two of them met head-on, they deliberately used their childish nature to interfere with her judgment and lead her to contempt.

Belmode chuckled and said, "I really lost to you."

What makes people feel the most contrast is that the girl who looks weak and visually impaired is actually a melee master.

Approaching in order to increase the sense of oppression has become the most stupid judgment.

Belmode's smile, however, did not evoke Winnet's.

Winnet said coldly, "Bring my father back."

She didn't have a good impression of this adoptive father.Alcoholic, smoking, a high-ranking criminal, and very self-righteous, specially changed his last name to Moriarty, from Professor Bee.But he rescued her from the wreckage of the bombing, gave her food and shelter, and an education—albeit a Christian education.

Well, there is more or less the feeling of a bottle of marmalade.

Facing a woman who might kill her adoptive father, she is not big enough to chat and laugh with her.

"Unfortunately, Dark Angel." Belmode put his hands in his trouser pockets.

Seeing this, Winnet said, "Don't move!"

Belmode didn't listen to her warning, and took out a photo that was so black that only the corners remained, on which only half of Winnet's head could be seen.

Belmode said softly, "This was found next to Bridge's body."

Winnet took the broken photo, which was indeed something her adoptive father carried with her, her hands clenched slightly, but that was all.

Winnet put away the photo and looked up at Belmode: "It's also possible that you killed him and took it from his body."

"Indeed, there is a possibility. But we have known each other for 40 years, and we belong to the same organization. I have also seen pictures of you wetting the bed when you were a child." Belmode, who was relaxed, took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but saw that the girl was not Yue's eyes stopped.

Winnet curled her lips: "40 years? Do you think you are the same as the hallelujah giant? You can change from 50 to 20 by chanting the scriptures?"

"Hallelujah giant?" Belmode heard it for the first time.

"There's a story about a believer in the Lord," Winnett explained, "who prayed devoutly and eventually went from eight feet to a normal six feet three."

The story belongs to the story, even if you are so devout that your throat is hoarse, God has no time to take care of this kind of thing.If it is still possible to grow taller, how can things like height and age grow inversely?

You are not Ko...

Hey, what do I want to say?

Can not remember.

Forget it, it's nothing important anyway.

Winnet straightened the gun: "50 years old and still dressed like a lap dancer, do you think I'm an uncivilized barbarian?"

Belmode held a cigarette between his hands and laughed loudly.

It's nice to be praised as only 20 years old...

but--

"A secret makes a woman woman."

"It's not elegant to talk about a lady's age, Dark Angel!"

Belmode quietly turned on the playback settings of the phone during the conversation, and then quickly distanced himself, throwing the mobile phone he was carrying aside. At this moment, the parabolic mobile phone in the air was shattered by Winnett with a "bang".

really!

Belmode knew that he had made the right bet. The reason why the girl was so sensitive to pagan songs was because she relied on using her voice to argue her position.

Although the blind woman's statement was a pretense, it was not entirely a deception.

Belmode noticed that at close range, the girl's gun was indeed firmly aimed at her vital parts, but once the distance was opened, the girl looked like a real blind woman.

Amblyopia?

Her strategy of distance has worked, showing that the girl can barely see the contents in the distance.

Pity.

Belmode secretly sighed in his heart, even in an environment where it is difficult to see objects, the mobile phone can accurately hit the source of the sound. Indeed, as Bridge said, the girl has an extremely shocking talent.

After Winnett shot, she found that the surroundings were quiet, with a look of embarrassment on her face: "When did you find this out? Could it be that it was my father? He told you my weakness?"

"I don't think we have a reason to fight," Belmode said with a chuckle. "As for me, I noticed this because you grasped my position too quickly, and you can hear the engine sound of the sports car, which means your hearing is far away." Supernormal... Or, God opened a window for you?"

Winnet put down her pistol and pursed her lips unhappily: "Little heathen!"

Although she said so, Winnet had no intention of continuing to fight in her heart.

The other party took the initiative to expose her position, which once again confirmed her sincerity.

"I'm very interested in you, Dark Angel." Belmode slowly approached Winnet, "How about it, are you interested in joining our organization?"

"Oh, organization!" Winnet snorted coldly, "Even if you didn't do it, it's possible that someone else did it. For a criminal group like yours, it must be commonplace to execute one or two internal members. .”

Hearing this, Belmode thought about it, and it seemed to be true.

In her impression, this kind of thing is basically done by the man code-named Gin Jiu, and every time she meets him, she can hear news that the other party has dealt with undercover agents and traitors.

The disadvantages of the rapid growth and fullness of the organization are reflected, and it will be easier for some people to sneak in with special purposes or follow other organizations.

However, Abis has been in the organization since she was a child, and as one of the adults' right-hand men, her loyalty is unquestionable. The girl he adopted was just a baby at first, and she has always stayed under his wings— —In a remote church, it is impossible to have any contact with official organizations.

The key is--

She admired this angel who had fallen into darkness.

"If you want to investigate this matter clearly, then follow me to the United States, and the organization will assist you." Belmode promised, "The premise is that you are willing to join the organization."

Winnet rolled her eyes with her unfocused eyes: "Isn't this just trafficking?"

Seeing Winnet rubbing her fingers dissatisfiedly, Belmode couldn't help laughing again.

Belmode found a pair of amethyst-studded earrings from the cross-dressing toolbox he carried with him, and waved them in front of Winnet: "This is a gift for you, Dark Angel."

Winnet grabbed her hand roughly and compared her ears.

"The organization has sufficient funds, especially the members with code names. In addition, your father left you a large amount of inheritance in the treasury controlled by the organization, um... probably worth hundreds of millions of dollars?" Belmode thought to himself. A little Grandet.

"make a deal!"

Little money!

Pastor Ben is here!

Miss Winnet hummed "Leading the Way of Mercy" happily, stretched out her hands like an arrested criminal, and was caught without a fight, with an expectant look of "Come and arrest me".

……

005 You have the Holy Spirit, why do you need alcohol

Belmode almost took out the handcuffs from his pocket and put them on Winnet.

Of course, she wouldn't have that kind of thing in her hand.Even if there is, it seems to be performing some strange performance on the girl's body, and it will 100% be spotted by the police.

It's not like acting in a small plot in a graded movie.

Belmode looked at Winnet, who was about to be arrested, approached her with a smile, and whispered in her ear: "Now, go to sleep, Dark Angel."

As she spoke, she covered Winnet's mouth and nose with a diluted ether towel, and gently lowered her down.

Then, the petite Winnet was picked up, packed into her carry-on suitcase, and then put on the oxygen supply device of the diving equipment.

Because it takes too long to go through the formal procedures, Belmode chose a more tricky way.

During the conversation with Bridge, she learned that the girl did not have a formal visa, and even the identity information was forged by Bridge, and she traveled by smuggling.

"Indeed, it's similar to abduction." Belmode murmured, feeling his cheeks stiffen.

The Dark Angel gave her too many surprises, causing her to laugh a lot. It seems that she needs to take good care of her cheeks these days.

Belmode thoughtfully searched every corner of the church, and packed up the girl's personal belongings—the contents were pitifully small—a blank diary, a pen, a string of rosary beads and a cross.

"Is Bridge asking her to live a puritanical life? No wonder she has such a big obsession with money." Belmode muttered to himself, "However, having what is needed also means better control... Although big Chances are she, like Bridge, is just looking for excitement."

Involving the little girl was not what Belmode wanted, but relatives who were key members of the organization had no other choice but to join the organization.

She guessed that Bridge also knew this and adopted the child.

"If I have a child, maybe it will be as cute as Dark Angel?"

……

Princeton, Best Western.

The half-covered dark purple curtains were illuminated by golden lights, and in the center of the room, which was about the size of an ordinary living room, stood a large dark red bed.

Winnet was embedded in the center of the bed like a gem, and her little hands grabbed the sheets from time to time.

Hmm, soft?

Winnet had a dream of being pressed by an angel's breasts, but before she could enjoy it, a hangover-like headache hit her.

"No!"

Miss Winnet straightened up and sat up in bed.

At this moment, she has only one thought:

This is not my bed!

Looking around, Winnet found that it was a completely unfamiliar room. She carefully retracted her body, and her toes intertwined uneasily.

What's going on?

Head hurts.

Well, the world generally refers to this state as a hangover.

Oh, Farke, could it be that I drank and fell asleep?

Miss Winnet knelt on the soft cushion and began to confess: "Sister Alyssa, you are like the Virgin Mary in my heart, every word!"

"The alcoholic is a devil himself! What should I do, now that it has found me, and erased my memory with a vicious curse..."

Just when Miss Winette felt that she didn't know what to do, whether to preside over a purification for herself, she suddenly saw a light like the golden light of the morning sun, and the appearance of Sister Alyssa seemed to emerge from it.

Winnet murmured:

"I, enlightened!"

Suddenly, Miss Winette realized that she remembered the hymn "You have the Holy Spirit, why do you need alcohol" taught by Sister Alyssa, which she often sang to her adoptive father when she was a child.

Even the big sister next door to the symphony orchestra praised her for having a voice that had been kissed by an angel.