First there was Vermouth, then an unknown gunman.
Faced with being attacked from both sides and having almost no way to escape, a fierce glint flashed in Mary Akai's eyes.
As a former MI6 top agent, she would never sit idly by and wait for her fate.
Just as Vermouth casually raised her hand and elegantly tidied her dazzling blonde hair—this seemingly careless opening—Akai Mary suddenly turned to the side, her waist bursting with astonishing strength, attempting to seize the person behind her and disarm them.
She had practiced this set of moves countless times; they were fast, accurate, and ruthless!
However--
"call out!"
A very faint, muffled sound, characteristic of a silencer.
A bullet flew past her right eye corner by a hair's breadth, and the scorching blast even made her eyelashes curl slightly.
The sensation of death is so vivid!
Mary Akai froze, her pupils contracted slightly, and she instantly recognized the gunman behind her—this abnormally precise shooting habit of specifically aiming for the right eye...
"Shi Kaobing..."
She slowly uttered the name, her sharp gaze fixed on the woman who emerged from the shadows behind her, dressed in a tight-fitting cheongsam that accentuated her curvaceous figure: "I never imagined that you, wanted by multiple countries and a thief of the Romanov dynasty's treasures, would stoop so low as to join such a clandestine organization."
Vermouth gracefully straightened her hair, picked up the conversation, and spoke with a hint of amusement in her tone:
"No, no, no, dear Qinglan isn't officially a member of our organization~ She's just... well, a temporary worker? Or rather... a partner who's just doing this out of interest?"
She winked at Pu Siqinglan.
Pu Siqinglan proudly raised her chin.
She's just a fan of the Vermouth and Young Master Nan's pairing.
What's wrong with occasionally helping your idol out so you can get closer to them and enjoy their sweet moments? Does being a fan these days have no barriers to entry?
This is such a great couple, she's definitely shipping Pu Siqinglan!
Mary Akai didn't fully understand what they meant, but that didn't stop her from recognizing the reality—she had completely fallen into their carefully laid trap.
These two women.
One is cunning and treacherous, the other is a master marksman.
Vermouth looked at the face before her, which bore a resemblance to a woman from her memory, yet possessed a more mature, sharp, and heroic air. A mischievous smile, like a cat stalking a mouse, spread across her face.
“MI6’s ace agent, Mary Akai… I’ve finally caught you. We’ve been planning this for a long time to lure you in, often ‘borrowing’ your face and wandering around this street where you and your husband share memories.”
Mary Akai raised her hands, her mind racing, calmly analyzing the situation, her tone even tinged with self-deprecation:
"Now I understand. You deliberately paraded around with this disguised face so that my colleagues or informants would see it, using it as bait to lure me all the way from Japan back to London to personally verify the authenticity of this 'Akai Tsutomu.' What a clever scheme."
She paused, her tone even carrying a hint of admiration between opponents: "To avoid arousing my suspicion, you actually spent three years setting up this scheme... What patience and perseverance."
This time cost is comparable to that of some large-scale infrastructure projects.
"You flatter me~"
Vermouth chuckled softly. "Our original plan was to bring the 'resurrected' Tsutomu Akai back to MI6. But now, the biggest obstacle is his exceptionally intelligent wife who has suddenly disappeared—that is, you."
Mary Akai curled her lips in disdain: "Indeed, only I can recognize at a glance whether the person in front of me is my husband whose fate is unknown or a thousand-faced witch skilled in disguise."
Then, she changed the subject, her tone becoming resolute:
"However, I regret to inform you that I have already told my daughter in advance that if I am not back by the agreed time, she should immediately notify the MI6 leadership that the 'Tsutomu Akai' she met is an imposter, and that she should leave London immediately and go into hiding until she is sure it is safe to do so."
Upon hearing this, Vermouth did not become angry or anxious as she had expected; instead, she tilted her head with interest.
"Oh? Then... can I just 'dress up' as you and use your face to meet your lovely daughter? I'm sure she'll be very happy to see her 'mother' return safely, right?"
Mary Akai's disdain deepened.
"It's as if you know where my daughter is. You don't even know if I have a daughter or not, do you?"
"Hmm, that makes sense."
Vermouth nodded, shrugging with a hint of regret. "It seems we'll have to find another time and a way to infiltrate MI6. But for now..."
Her eyes suddenly turned dangerous and malicious: "Let's take care of another... private matter."
As if by magic, Vermouth conjured a red and white capsule from her fingertips.
APTX-4869!
Mary Akai's pupils contracted sharply. She recognized the mysterious poison developed by this organization. According to the data, it had an extremely high mortality rate and the cause of death was almost impossible to detect.
That is...
Before Sister Bei could finish speaking, she suddenly stepped forward with astonishing speed, precisely pinched her cheek with one hand, and forced her to open her mouth uncontrollably.
Then, under Akai Mary's horrified and furious gaze, Vermouth gently bit the deadly capsule with her pearly teeth, leaned down, and in an extremely ambiguous yet blasphemous and malicious manner, forcefully pressed her brightly lipstick-covered lips onto Akai Mary's lips.
Two mature, sexy, and stunningly beautiful women with contrasting styles staged a forced "kiss of death" under the sunset on London Bridge.
This scene is extremely impactful.
It also possesses a strange and eerie beauty.
The tug-of-war between adult women is more exciting than the awkward interactions between teenagers.
Just as she was feeding the capsule into Mary Akai's mouth and ensuring she swallowed it, Vermouth quietly slipped a faintly glowing golden humanoid talisman into the pocket of Mary's coat.
The kiss ended, just like a scene from a movie.
Vermouth stepped back, elegantly wiping away a non-existent trace from the corner of her mouth. She glanced at Akai Mary, who was clutching her throat, her face flushing with pain, then tilted her head, revealing a captivating smile.
"How does it feel to be poisoned to death by your own sister's own poison? My dear... 'sister'?"
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