Artificial Life 17
The communication between Zhu Fu Jingguang and Julian was considered an action of the water plant. At the same time, the winery on the Selmes was also working hard to advance the mission.
"Vermouth," Gil walked forward quickly, avoiding the guests and waiters coming and going in the corridor, and approached his colleague who was in disguise at the moment, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing..."
"Don't worry too much, sweetheart," she was interrupted by Vermouth before she could finish her words. She now showed the appearance of a woman with short brown hair, who looked to be about 40 years old. Her tone was condescending and arrogant, and there was no trace of her in her true self. "You have to know that we are just casual acquaintances."
The capable woman in a business suit played by Gere bit her lip and lowered her head under the other person's gaze. "I'm sorry, ma'am." Her glasses covered most of her face, so her expression could not be seen, and only the humility in her tone could be heard. "I overstepped the line—"
"Could you please lend me your hand for a moment, ladies?"
The sudden voice interrupted the confrontation between the two, and the eyes of the two winery members turned to the person who spoke.
The one who spoke was a tall man in a suit. The lines on his face under his hat were so tough that they could almost be called fierce. At this moment, his bright eyes were staring at the two ladies. He politely repeated his question, "Excuse me?"
“Of course,” Vermouth, who was slightly stunned, quickly reacted, glared at Gil, and pulled him away from the door. “It’s all our fault for being too involved.” But from her body movements, she obviously thought it was Gil’s fault. “It’s really shameful to waste the time of a gentleman like you.”
The man did not comment on the relationship between the two. Perhaps he was a man of few words. He just nodded to the two ladies to express his gratitude, then strode away, as if he was completely unaware of the two gazes behind him.
Vermouth could feel that the hand that Gil was holding was trembling slightly. Even the disguise could not cover up her expression as if she had seen a ghost. "Gil," she had to increase the strength of her hand, and her tone was also warning. She turned sideways to block the gaze of passers-by and planned to leave with her colleagues without leaving a trace. "You lost your composure."
“I’m sorry,” Gil was brought back to her senses by the pain in her hand. She lowered her head and followed Vermouth’s pace. To others, this was just a female boss teaching her useless subordinate a lesson. “But I clearly…” There was still hesitation in her tone. “And Gin and the organization have also checked!”
"How could that person still be alive?!"
Kir, who always showed a calm and self-controlled image, actually showed such an expression. Vermouth was not too surprised. After all, she, who had only read the information, almost couldn't suppress the turbulent waves in her heart. She had just used up all her life's knowledge and couldn't find any signs of disguise or surgery on the man's face, let alone Kir, the person who killed the other person with his own hands?
Why is that CIA undercover here?
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