This intelligence is quite inaccurate!
The man's reaction shattered the last shred of hope in Mary Akai's heart, sending it sinking to the bottom of the icy Thames.
She raised her head, her eyes sharp as a hawk's, but her voice carried a deliberate calmness, as if guiding the other person to recall: "It seems you still haven't fully remembered... You used to hold her, when she was just born."
"Akai Tsutomu" immediately followed her words, feigning sudden realization and exclaiming with a hint of fatherly excitement: "Oh! You mean that child! I remember now! A tiny, pink little bundle! Has he grown so much now? Time flies!"
His acting skills are worthy of an award-winning actor.
Well, no, she was originally an award-winning actress.
Even a former international film star who has just made a comeback can only be called a junior in front of her.
The moment he finished speaking—
"Snap!"
Mary Akai's coffee cup fell onto the bridge.
She suddenly raised her head, and a tear actually slid down her cheek, but behind that tear was a raging rage and a chilling killing intent!
"Tsutomu Akai" feigned surprise: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I'm asking you!" Mary Akai's voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anger and trembling, "When we separated, my daughter was still in my belly! Where did you get her from?! Did you get a ghost?!"
She suddenly pulled a pistol from inside her trench coat, and pressed the dark muzzle firmly against Akai Tsutomu's forehead!
"Who are you?! Why are you impersonating Wu Wu?!"
Instead of panicking, "Tsutomu Akai," who was being held at gunpoint, clicked his tongue easily, seemingly with a hint of regret.
At the same time, the deep male voice he had been deliberately imitating began to undergo a wonderful change. His voice rose, becoming more neutral and magnetic, with a unique, languid rhythm.
Almost at the same time, another silenced pistol silently emerged from behind Mary and pressed coldly against the back of her head.
The gunman was like a ghost, silent and stealthy.
Akai Tsutomu reached out and gracefully removed his hat.
He placed his fingers on the edge of his jawline and gently tore—
A thin, gossamer-thin human skin mask was removed, revealing a stunningly beautiful face beneath it, captivating and alluring, yet also possessing a touch of devilish charm and coldness.
His emerald eyes were like deep pools, and a playful, all-knowing smile played on his lips.
Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to her.
“That’s right, I am not Akai Tsutomu.”
Her voice had completely transformed into that of a mature woman, languid yet dangerous.
"Vermouth".
She parted her red lips slightly, "The one who came to take your life."
She stopped pretending and came clean.
She is Vermouth, the Thousand-Faced Witch, a core member of the organization.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed her in a golden glow, giving her an eerie and dangerous edge, as if a messenger from hell had been draped in holy light.
The atmosphere on the bridge instantly shifted from the warmth of a long-awaited reunion to a chilling deadly trap.
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