"Do you want to die?"
Vermouth's face froze, and she slowly turned around, a rare flaw appearing on her cold face.
That's right...
She was completely broken by Sakaki Makoto's words.
Age is a forbidden zone for women, especially after the age of 20...
"Hey."
Sakaki Makoto didn't answer. After all...
Vermouth had already pointed the gun at him.
If he keeps talking...
The consequences are unpredictable.
A suit was thrown over.
"Put it on."
Vermouth said:
"This is the uniform of an FBI agent. You are Deya Isobbi now, a 25-year-old young agent who has just joined the FBI."
"And I..."
She took out a suit that looked a little more upscale:
"It's your predecessor, Tommy Alexander."
"Do you understand?"
"clear."
Holding the clothes, Makoto Sakaki glanced at Vermouth and went into the bathroom.
Vermouth's nose was almost crooked from anger.
When she changed her clothes, everyone's eyes almost popped out, wishing they could turn into a SLR camera and record every detail, but Makoto Sakaki...
I took the initiative to walk into the bathroom, for fear that she would take advantage of me!
"There's definitely something wrong with your brain!"
Cursing silently, Vermouth began to put on her coat.
In the bathroom...
Sakaki Makoto took off his wet clothes, threw them on the rack beside him, and put on a new suit.
After changing his clothes, he looked at the strange face reflected in the mirror, stretched his facial muscles, and confirmed that it was correct...
Get out of the bathroom.
Vermouth was holding her phone, sending a text message to someone unknown. When she saw Sakaki Makoto come out, she pressed the send button and said:
"Walk."
"Everything is ready."
Returning to the living room, she picked up the bag of C4 explosives and said to the old woman sewing clothes on the sofa:
"Grandma, I'm leaving."
The old woman lowered her head and neither spoke nor looked at Vermouth.
Vermouth didn't mind and strode out of the apartment.
The car driven by the man in black was parked on the side of the road without even taking out the key.
After getting in the car, Vermouth threw her handbag into the back seat, started the car, and fastened her seat belt...
"who is she?"
When he found some free time, Sakaki Makoto asked about the doubts in his mind.
He always felt that there was something unusual about the relationship between Vermouth and the old woman.
From start to finish...
The old woman said nothing.
"It's none of your business."
Vermouth looked indifferent, hesitated for a while, and said:
"This is the organization's safe house. Any member of the organization who encounters difficulties can come here to seek help."
"As for the mother-in-law..."
"He is the manager of the apartment building. He is 87 years old this year."
"Have you known her for a long time?"
"30 years, that's not too long."
“30 years isn’t long?”
As if unable to bear Sakaki Makoto's questioning, Vermouth suddenly became anxious and grabbed his collar, with tangible anger surging in her dark green eyes:
"Listen, who she is has nothing to do with you. Not in the past, not now, and not in the future!"
"take it easy..."
Sakaki Makoto smiled and said:
"I'm just curious."
"after all..."
"You are also a prominent figure in the organization."
"A man of the hour?"
With a raised eyebrow, Vermouth let go of her hand and said jokingly:
"Then you overestimate me."
"remember..."
"I help you not because I owe you anything, nor do I expect you to repay me."
"As a grasshopper on the same rope, you are even more pathetic than me."
"At least... I know my situation, and I have prepared myself mentally before the storm comes."
These words were vague, but Makoto Sakaki knew that they must be related to the organization.
Heavy rain fell, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a black car turned on its headlights and slowly drove away.
Inside the glass of the apartment, a corner of the half-closed curtain was lifted. The old woman came to the window at some point and looked quietly at the car going away. Her face, as hard as a relief, finally changed.
"There's no time...Sharon."
Her lips trembled and a hoarse and dull sound came out of her mouth.
The old woman touched the window, as if she wanted to reach out and grab the taillights that were about to disappear from her sight.
"Meow!"
At this moment, the orange cat lying on the sofa suddenly jumped up and bit the mouse that climbed onto the sofa and was about to eat the clothes sewn by the old woman. It clamped the mouse's throat tightly, its eyes flashed coldly, its ferocious appearance was exposed, and it let out a low growl of a predator.
"The mouse in the shadows cannot stand the light..."
Watching this bloody scene quietly, the old woman sighed:
"If you survive, there is still a glimmer of hope."
"Sharon..."
"Why don't you understand this truth?"
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15 minutes ago, 8:05 pm, Boston, FBI Headquarters, Countermeasures Analysis Room.
Under the light of pale blue fluorescence, a group of FBI agents in suits gathered around the table, staring at the backlit board in front of them with solemn expressions.
The meeting had already started for 10 minutes, and FBI agents continued to push the door and walk into the analysis room. They had just arrived.
As soon as they received the news from their superiors, they rushed to Boston as quickly as possible to save time.
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