Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Remember to aim at his temple

Kudo Shin looked at his mother with half-moon eyes: "For example?"

Kudo Yukiko tapped her lower lip with her fingertips and looked up at the night sky. "For example, being well-behaved and sensible."

Kudo Shinichi: “…” Oh, yes, yes, Olga is super – well-behaved.

Ultimately, Kudo Shinichi couldn't bear to shatter his mother's fantasy. Well, let her believe that perfect children could exist.

*

Olga parked the car a little further away from the alley and spent a few moments applying a makeover. This time, she wasn't going to transform herself into a "silver-haired shark demon," but rather, she tried to create a familiar, forgettable look.

Then, she pushed open the car door and walked towards the direction of Vermouth's location indicated on her phone.

According to Vermouth, she has already met Shuichi Akai.

However, the fierce exchange of fire that Olga had anticipated did not occur.

At that time, Vermouth was still the "Silver-Haired Shark-Man Demon." She had probably sustained a wound to her abdomen, bleeding profusely. She was currently dangling from a staircase with a broken railing, from a height where a fall would have been fatal or crippling.

Of course, someone as "thick-skinned and strong" as Vermouth might not be able to survive being hit by several wooden bullets like Olga, but even if she really fell down, she would be able to be back to life after three to five days of recuperation without even a scar.

Olga's gaze continued to move upwards, and she saw two unexpected people - Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan. They were holding Vermouth's hands tightly, as if trying to pull her up.

Seeing this, Olga took a step back to the shadows behind the wall and reached out to tug at the brim of her sweatshirt.

How come I happened to run into Kudo Shinichi?

Olga didn't think he couldn't deduce that the "man" before him was the Silver-Haired Shark-Man. So, would he call the police and try to apprehend Vermouth's Silver-Haired Shark-Man?

Tsk.

How about going around the stairs first, and knocking Kudo Shinichi unconscious as soon as he pulls Vermouth up?

Olga felt that Gin was the most suitable person to do the job of knocking someone out.

But Olga knew that she probably wouldn't have to knock Kudo Shinichi out—Vermouth had a wooden cannon. As a member of the organization, she was quite skilled at silencing people.

So Olga leaned against the wall in a daze, looking at the rain curtain with a clear conscience.

Come to think of it, she clearly left the theater before Kudo Shinichi, so how come Kudo Shinichi arrived here first?

Olga couldn't help but start to think, was she too slow all the way here? Could it be that she subconsciously wanted to delay time until Vermouth was killed by Akai Shuichi?

Olga stroked her chin, thinking this guess was very likely. After all, she hated Vermouth so much.

*

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with lightning flashing across the sky from time to time, followed by rumbling thunder.

Olga saw Vermouth climbing up the stairs in the light of lightning.

Then, something happened. She couldn't hear clearly because of the heavy rain. But Kudo Shinichi didn't dwell on the "silver-haired shark demon" before him, and Vermouth didn't open the wooden silo to silence him. The two groups actually separated!

Is this reasonable?

Regardless of where Kudo Shinichi's detective spirit has gone, the fact that he is "soft-hearted Vermouth" is scary enough!

Is it because of Kudo Yukiko?

Olga couldn't help but smack her lips. So Vermouth really is someone who values ​​friendship?!

Obviously not.

After slowly "rescuing" Vermouth, Olga had no choice but to carry the injured person through the heavy rain. The rain soaked all her clothes, turning them into a cold and sticky feeling on her skin.

Damn weather.

Olga's mood became even worse, but Vermouth seemed to have been infected with Kudo Shinichi's talkativeness and kept chattering in her ear all the way.

"You know, Arthas, I saw an angel." Her tone was soft but solemn. Even to Olga, she sounded happy.

Olga rolled her eyes. "Did you see God? Did you ask him when he's going to kick us into hell?"

Vermouth ignored Olga's thorny tone and continued as if talking to herself: "Mouri Ran, she is a true angel."

Olga: “…”

Olga recalled the name "Mouri Ran" for two seconds, and then found that she didn't have a deep impression of this girl.

But she suddenly wanted to just leave Vermouth here and let her fend for herself in the heavy rain.

"Now that your angel has flown away, it's only me, the devil, who's painstakingly preparing to carry you back to Hell. ...By the way, what kind of prosthetics did you use today? Why are they so heavy?"

Vermouth only chuckled briefly and said nothing more. She lowered her head, looking rather pitiful in the torrential rain. Perhaps it was because of the severity of her injuries, she wondered.

"Just say you can't beat Akai Shuichi in a one-on-one fight."

Olga complained, gritting her teeth as she continued to carry Vermouth towards where she parked her car.

If I had known, I wouldn't have parked so far away.

*

Jinpei Matsuda didn't know how long he had been waiting.

When he was almost falling asleep, enjoying the warmth of the car's air conditioner and listening to the sound of rain outside the window, his cell phone rang.

He suddenly came to his senses and woke up in an instant.

He learned this trick from Olga - setting different ringtones for different contacts.

Now, this song "The Devil" obviously represents Olga.

"Hello--"

"There's a wooden box in the storage box in front of the co-pilot. Give our Silver-haired Sharkman Demon a shot of the solar acupoint, and then throw him to the location I sent you."

Olga was unusually concise, yet spoke with undeniable force.

"I--"

The call was hung up. The next second, the email notification sounded.

Jinpei Matsuda opened the email, and then his brows unconsciously frowned - there was more than just the location in the email.

【Hi Grain Whisky，

The life of a serial shark criminal or Bourbon and your safety, I believe you should prioritize.

Don't let me down, a former police officer who graduated from the police academy will definitely use a wooden gun. Remember to aim at his solar plexus~

Positioning attached.

Best regards

Alsace

P.S. This is Vermouth's order. I have nothing to do with it. You are not allowed to complain to Lingling! 】

Matsuda Jinpei knew he had to act. And the next day, the local news in New York would feature Mr. Silver-haired Shark-Man-Demon. Fearing the FBI's pursuit, the Silver-haired Shark-Man-Demon, who had been on the run for months, committed suicide that very night.

As for "going to Lingling to complain"?

Jinpei Matsuda smiled bitterly, shook his head, and pushed open the car door.

*

In short, the series of episodes about the "Silver-haired Killer" came to an extremely boring end. Akai Shuichi was still at large outside the organization, acting as his FBI investigator.

And Vermouth?

In addition to muttering about "angel" and "cool guy" all day long, she also had a plan that was beyond Olga's expectation -

"What did you say?" Olga couldn't help but raise her voice slightly, and there was obvious surprise in her eyes when she looked at Vermouth.

The woman sitting on the sofa lazily lifted the hair beside her ear and said, "I said, I want to kill 'Sharon Wynyard'."

She stood up from the sofa and stood in front of the French window. Her eyes, shrouded in darkness, reflected the lights of New York's nightscape, appearing even darker and more unclear. "Maintaining that identity all the time, even I occasionally feel tired."

Sharon Wynyard is no longer young, but Vermouth's face is still young.

Even though Sharon Wynyard has been out of the spotlight for a long time, she still appears in front of the media from time to time. As a result, Vermouth has to maintain her disguise for a long time.

But even for Vermouth, it is not easy to maintain her disguise and act like an old woman.

"So, I'm going to kill 'Sharon Wynyard.'

Her voice was calm and decisive, not sounding like she was going to end her former and original identity with her own hands.

Vermouth plans to hold a grand funeral for "Sharon Wynyard". From now on, there will be no Sharon Wynyard in the world, and she will continue to exist under the fabricated identity of Chris Wynyard.

After hearing Vermouth's plan, Olga pursed her lips and said nothing more. She looked at Vermouth's back. Her figure was still as perfect as it had been decades ago. Against the backdrop of the lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her back seemed a little unreal.

Olga suddenly felt that she didn't understand Vermouth anymore. She seemed to have changed. Or perhaps, she had never truly understood Vermouth.

"Whatever." Olga let out a deep breath, stood up from the sofa, and lowered her head to adjust the hem of her sweatshirt. "You're really boring to call me here just to talk about something like this."

Olga has never been able to interfere with Vermouth's decisions. As long as the boss has no objection, she will certainly not say much.

Although she felt it was a pity to end Sharon Wynyard's life like this... Of course, even Olga herself didn't know why this feeling of "pity" came about.

Olga was about to leave when Vermouth suddenly stopped her: "Arthas, you have to attend this funeral too."

"What?"

Olga had a hunch that there was a conspiracy. Vermouth's "being there" definitely didn't mean simply having her attend the memorial service like the other guests.

The intuition was soon fulfilled.

"'Sharon Wynyard' and 'Chris Wynyard' need to appear at the same time."

Obviously, Vermouth can't clone herself, so "Sharon Wynyard" just needs to lie quietly in the coffin until the memorial service is over.

Olga widened her eyes slightly: "You let me——"

Vermouth admired Olga's expression with great interest, as if this were some excellent entertainment: "That's right."

She needed Olga to disguise herself as "Sharon Wynyard" so that "Sharon Wynyard" and "Chris Wynyard", who had never appeared in the same frame before, could appear in front of everyone at the same time this time.