Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

However, she didn't want to kill someone precisely, she just wanted to make a mess of the meeting place.

"Find out the feeling, lock the aiming target at the place before I hand it over to you, and then prepare to stabilize the recoil." Wynette warned.

Ireland held Barrett for a long time without shooting and was still in the stage of concentration.

Miss Winnet knew that she had to add some more information, so she took off the single glove that increased the friction, took a deep breath, and said behind Ireland's back: "He, don't mother-in-law, if it's a man, give it to him." Hurry up and get a shot!"

boom!

Stimulated by Winnett's swearing, Ireland pulled the trigger, and the gun body shook like a spring device made of soft material. The muzzle of the gun slowly pushed away the smoke from the wave plate, and the loud noise and smoke were lifted into the clear blue sky.

Ireland took a deep breath, and when half of his face was exposed behind the body of the gun, the bullet had already broken through the bulletproof glass of the Aberius meeting room, and the head of one of the entourage was smashed to the ground.

Seeing this, Winnet muttered again unceremoniously. "It's okay to let it go once, let's do it again!"

Ireland gritted his teeth tightly. Due to long-term observation, he was very familiar with the scene of the area Winnet first selected. After a while, he fired again.

boom!

Although Ireland didn't say a word, she began to mutter in her heart, the little girl's family is full of dirty words and dirty jokes, which bastard taught her?

As he fired, he couldn't help but greet the guy in a low voice.

Ireland felt tingling in his palms, and just as he was about to get up—

"Get down!"

boom!

A piece of the guardrail not far in front of the gun was shattered.

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058 Undercover Public Security Bureau

Inside the building, the conference table was destroyed by the strong impact.

The entire head of a cadre sitting in the middle of the conference table disappeared, and the red and white colors were splashed, leaving a terrible mark on the wall.

Patrick, the biggest leader of Aberius who was in charge of hosting, lost his previous demeanor, and his forehead was twisted like a passion fruit that has been placed for a long time. He had previously assured the participants that there would be no problems in this meeting, which made him lose face lose.

"What's going on, Avelina?" Patrick challenged, "Didn't you promise me that there will be no problems in this meeting?"

"terribly sorry."

The mature woman bowed her body.

"This meeting is only known to the insiders," Avelina looked at the cadre Harriman, and said in a tone of shifting contradictions, "There is no doubt that there are traitors within us, who not only disclosed the transaction information to The enemy still wants to make another provocation through this meeting."

With an expression of suppressing anger, Harriman, who had lost many of his subordinates long ago, gritted his teeth and said, "You mean I revealed the news?" He turned to look at Patrick, "I'm afraid this woman directed everything herself. Self-acting, raiding my territory, and today's incident."

"I don't want to hear about your internal problems. Is this how you treat guests, Aberius?"

Kazuki Suhara, who was watching the farce on his knees, interjected.

This transaction caused serious losses to the Mud Ginseng Association. He must have a statement that can be reported to the boss. Besides, all of their lives are now in an unstable situation-a certain sniper is still watching them.

Suhara Kazuki raised his left hand, signaling his subordinates to raise their guns.

"It seems that there is nothing to talk about." He said.

"Please don't worry," Avelina said to dissuade, "I have deployed anti-sniper personnel around in advance, and I have probably chased the enemy's tail by this time. I assure you, there will be no next shot."

After all, Avelina was the first to stand defenseless in front of the shattered glass window.

Suhara and Nozomi made a stop gesture.

As soon as he did this, Aizawa Shinichi, who served as his bodyguard, received the news. During the transaction, the surviving mud participants heard the name "Avelina".

Aizawa Shinichi held up the shotgun, put his cheek against Suhara Kazuki's ear, and added fuel to the matter.

He set Avelina as the mastermind behind the whole incident, and at the end he did not forget to tell Qiyuan and Xi that the people who went to trade that day were Avelina's subordinates.

The reason why Aizawa Shinichi did this is because his real identity is a Japanese public security policeman, and his real name is Mofu Jingguang. He was ordered by his superiors to lurk into the domestic criminal organization Ni to participate in the meeting and monitor its movements and criminal behavior.

Since his own scope of responsibility includes assisting in dealing with international crimes, he took the initiative to approach Kazuki Suhara, who was in charge of overseas affairs, and became the opponent's right-hand man in less than a year, assisting him in handling various matters.

Originally, he planned to carry out network collection operations at domestic ports, but a sudden accident interfered with his plan, making the whole situation uncontrollable.

"It's almost certain," he said to Suhara Kazuki, "this matter is related to that woman, but this is Aberius' territory, which is not good for us."

Qiyuan and Xi are impatient, after hearing the news from Zhu Fu Jingguang, they were almost anxious to confront each other in court, but after being reminded by Jingguang, he had no choice but to restrain his resentment temporarily, even though his appearance was still wide-eyed, But it didn't turn the tables completely, and just reminded Evelina: "Up to three days, we have to see the guy who caused the whole incident, and the payment we paid for the goods, otherwise we will have to fight your group to the death."

Qi Yuan and Xi waved, motioning for his subordinates to leave with him.

During this gap, Zhu Fu Jingguang installed the monitor that had been prepared at the bottom of the table, and continued to monitor the conversations of the people inside Aberius.

"Evelina, did your hound catch the sniper target?" Patrick asked her.

Avelina, who was checking the news on her mobile phone, couldn't help frowning. She speculated early on that the enemy would take advantage of this moment to carry out sabotage activities, but the specific situation was still beyond her grasp; she dispatched two experienced snipers to ambush to carry out counter-sniping And arrange personnel to mix in the crowd to monitor people who may have problems-these are all in vain.

This is mainly due to the fact that the enemy is simply unconstrained and crazy. Judging from the inference of her subordinates, the opponent completely ignores the complex geographical environment and airflow changes, and uses anti-material weapons to conduct long-distance sniper attacks on tall buildings more than two kilometers away.In her opinion, this is no different from gambling. If the sniper is not good enough to hit the floor where the meeting room is located, her enemy will be like a ghost, as if she has feathers and wings, and her tracks cannot be discerned.

In fact, her subordinates at one of the sniper points fired a counter-sniper shot, but the distance was more than [-] yards. After adjusting the angle, she still couldn't catch the opponent's figure—as if everything was on the opponent's side. In control.

"Unfortunately, the enemy seems to have obtained the weapons of the US military." Evelina explained, "At a distance beyond my expectations, an operation beyond my imagination was carried out. Perhaps, the enemy has a relationship with the FBI or other powerful organizations. connect."

Patrick seemed impatient, "You know, Avelina. It's not what I want to hear, but how you will solve this matter."

Avelina took out a Colt M1911A1, pointed it at Harriman, and pulled the trigger under the astonished eyes of the crowd.

boom!

boom!

She fired several times in a row, spattering Patrick's cheek with blood.

"I need an explanation." Patrick's patience was clearly reaching its limit.

"Harriman's forces have been infiltrated very seriously. I have sent people to find evidence of his private dealings with Washington anarchists, and took photos of his subordinates' private dealings with other forces, including pretending to have had a relationship with him before. Brenman, who disagreed with joining my forces, likely sold our information on the day of the transaction."

"I'm afraid that the last bloody conflict was also a performance arranged by Harriman."

"I trust you for the time being," Patrick said, "Send all the things you collected to my residence, and then get rid of the people from the Muzhan Club, a gangster from the small island country, who dares to compete with us, if we deal with If you can't do this, deal with them together, otherwise, the person who is dealt with is yourself."

"Yes!"

Under the gaze of all the members, Avelina left the meeting room.

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ps: Readers, let’s catch up, this is the first time I have made some achievements, I will definitely write well, and I won’t cut it!

059 Infiltrate

The moment Winnet heard the gunshot, she pulled Ireland to leave the scene.

Although it is a safe distance, if you do not retreat immediately, there is still a possibility of being intercepted.

"What are you going to do next?" Ireland asked in the elevator.

"Retreat first," Winnet replied, "then make a detour to the hotel where Ni Canhui and his party are staying, and repeat the action again."

"But then they will be on guard."

"Xihara Kazuki's nephew, Suhara Ryosuke, he likes to have fun, so it's not difficult to see this." Winnet hesitated when she thought of Shirley's example.

If she pretends to be a woman in a special industry, Shirley will definitely look down on her and miss her!

Maybe it's okay to pretend to be a waiter, no... or just pray for him before a finger is touched, and no one will know about it.

"Even so," Ireland retorted, "Qihara and Xi won't necessarily be angry about such an uneducated nephew."

"Didn't you say that he is short-tempered?" Winnet said, "Our initial arrangement should have worked. The only way to wait for Aberius and Mui to meet is Rush, otherwise that ambitious woman— —Avelina will be a victim, she cannot be willing to die for Aberius."

Winnet's next move was finalized, and instead of fleeing away, they returned to the vicinity of the scene.

The pursuers obviously didn't think that the snipers who had opened a distance of [-] yards would return to the scene. They didn't encounter any obstacles at all and returned to the Chevrolet sedan.

Irish whiskey got into the car, sorted out his appearance, and drove back to his rented temporary residence.

Before nightfall he had his hair trimmed, his false mustache trimmed, and a nice hat, and he wore a well-made light blue-gray summer dress with a pale yellow flower in the buttonhole, which made him look He no longer looks like a drunk, but an elegant man.

"Are you going on a date?" Miss Winnet whistled.

Ireland explained: "Before then, I may have the honor of entertaining Miss Abis?"

"No, no!" Winnet refused bluntly.

Depending on Xueli's sensitivity, she might be spotted just by meeting her face to face.

Being pierced by sharp words again is no different from screwing up completely.Miss Winnet groaned secretly. She didn't want to be scolded, and she didn't want to do things that left people with room for imagination.

Although the clean is self-clearing, Miss Winnet attaches great importance to her reputation, and she doesn't want to be inferior in Shirley's impression.

Maybe, in the dilapidated attic where I live, the aroma of cooking food is already echoing.

Finish things early and go back to the attic to eat delicious food, how nice!

Irish Whiskey tactfully said, "Looks like I'm not attractive to young girls."

Winnet smiled awkwardly. She couldn't casually reveal Shirley's existence, and naturally she couldn't explain it thoughtfully.But she didn't want to relax before the mission started.

"The battle is coming," she said straight to the point. "The first moment is the most dangerous moment, isn't it?"

Winnet thought it was unusual for her to mention the word "dangerous moment" in this way.

Her habit is the same as that of her adoptive father. She likes to say everything is simple and easy. At least in terms of results, she is always the successful party. The sense of danger facing the cliff gave her a real sense of being alive, but now, there was a new kind of life that she had never experienced before—the time of living with Shirley.

"Is that so?" Ireland couldn't help but wonder.

In his opinion, Winnet didn't look like someone who took the task seriously, but was more enjoying that feeling.

"Of course, every one of us who doesn't pay attention will become a good opportunity for the enemy. It's as if they are wearing boots and slamming on our hands that hold the rope of 'success'."

Winnet made a self-deceiving and excited speech. After all, the opponent is not a powerful target-its result is doomed the moment it is targeted by the organization.However, this does not mean that there will be no mistakes, but Winnett feels that they can easily make up for it anyway.

"A full stomach will also delay the body's response and reduce sporadic, which is the quality that a killer should have."

Ireland hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Your words are always convincing," he said. "So what do I need to do next?"

"wait."

Night is still the best cover for action and the best veil for madness.

In the evening, Winnet arrived near the high-end hotel in an Irish Chevrolet.

When she dived into the alleys under the night, she had a strange feeling of stepping into a new territory; it was not just a movie-like sneaking in as a character, but also a nuanced tension-the feeling of stepping into the unknown in every cell. fear.

The naked moon hangs in the naked sky. The shining and full moon looks like a weaker sun. It gives people the impression that it is not the bright moonlight, but the lifeless day.

Near the neon-lit hotel, the glow seemed to change uncharacteristically, as if about to shed a mournful twilight glow, confirming a sad fate.

Winnet's instinct told her that tonight's operation would go well.Leaving Ireland to pick up at the intersection with clear routes, she walked to the side of the hotel, in front of a small door for employees.There are often homeless people digging through the garbage in the hotel. Even if someone approaches, it is not surprising. The service staff will have a cigarette in their mouths, and while resting, they will reprimand the people who are digging through the garbage cans.

Winnet put her hands in her pockets and pretended to be a passerby. When she passed by the waiter, her legs slipped and she dropped a twenty-dollar bill on the ground, making a noise.

There are not many people who are still wax figures in the face of money, and even fewer are gentlemen.

The waiter only saw a fair, dignified and delicate face, and then his eyes became hollow.

Winnet took some keys from his waist, straightened her sad and pretty face, and put on a business-like, surprising smile.

Rationally speaking, such a smile that changes so quickly is a bit penetrating.Many people like to put on such a twisted smile and play neurotic tricks, which also makes them look more attractive.

Miss Winnet was in a dark corner, and she put the stripped waiter in the trash can. In a blink of an eye, the sky became darker and raindrops fell.

The raindrops dripped on her cheeks and the big stone steps under her feet, creating a wet loneliness. She decided to cover her hair in a hat and walked into the hotel with her head down.

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060 Assassination

According to the information given by Ireland, Winnett was able to confirm that the people attending the conference lived between the seventh and tenth floors, the VIP rooms of this hotel.

Due to the hotel's foreign flair, and in some respects Continental style, there are not a few guests who move outside their rooms.On the opposite side of the hotel, there is an empty square with statues and Saracen-style outlines, making it look a bit French or Spanish. The extended viewing platform is covered with a Moorish dome. There are French windows, and the ground floor resembles a coffee shop in a way.