Schindler's company headquarters building.
After realizing that the surveillance on the 50th floor was blocked, Chris Wynyard took the VIP elevator directly to the 50th floor as quickly as possible.
As the elevator door opened, she heard the sound of glass breaking. When she arrived, she saw only a big hole in the glass curtain wall, the sound of the wind and the sound of helicopter propellers.
She gradually approached the broken glass curtain wall, her long golden hair still blown by the wind. She looked at the slowly rising helicopter and the blond man who was barely holding Sawada Hiroki with the help of a rope.
"Mr. Olmec, what should we do now? Even if we kill this man, we can't get Hiroki Sawada." Chris Wynyard adjusted the headset. From her serious expression, it can be seen that the identity of the person on the phone was not simple. At least in terms of organizational status, this person was higher.
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The person on the other end of the headset didn't remain silent for too long. Instead, he spoke without hesitation about his already-thought-out plan, and this answer was very much in line with the organization's usual style:
"If you can't have it, destroy it."
"learn."
Before getting an answer, Chris Wynyard had already taken out the pocket pistol hidden on the outside of her thigh. She raised her arm and narrowed her eyes slightly, and after the helicopter rose to a certain height, she opened fire without hesitation.
Bang.
The bullet did not penetrate the opponent's head as she expected, but only caused a scratch on the right shoulder. However, even if it did not hit the target, the high-speed flying bullet could still leave a superficial penetrating wound on the right shoulder, which was a pain that no normal person could bear.
But this blond man doesn't seem so "normal".
It wasn't that Chris Wynyard didn't want to fire a second shot, but her partner had already sent her an email reminding her that if she didn't retreat, she would be discovered by Thomas Schindler's men. She had no choice but to remember that figure clearly and turn around to rush towards the fire escape.
Who is the man who took Hiroki Sawada away?
"...Mr. Olmec, I'm deeply sorry that I failed to complete the task you assigned me."
"Is this your first mistake, Vermouth?"
Vermouth, this is Chrissie Wynyard's code name in the organization.
Vermouth pursed her lips, not knowing how to respond, but thinking of Olmec's changeable mood, she had no choice but to admit her mistake. The other party should not make things too difficult for her because of her relationship with that gentleman.
"I'm sorry, I'm willing to accept the organization's punishment."
"Oh, I can't bear to leave you like that... Come back, I'll ask Rum to investigate the man's identity."
"yes."
The oppressive voice no longer came from the headset, and Vermouth could relax and take a breath. She touched the long hair hanging on her shoulders and thought about how to act out the scene of appearing on the upper floor later.
I'm sure Thomas Schindler wouldn't embarrass himself. As for the pocket pistol...
Vermouth carefully wiped the fingerprints off the pistol with a handkerchief, and after making sure there was no problem, she skillfully threw it into a corner of the fire escape. By doing this, she helped herself and also helped the blond man who fired the gun.
For her, mission failure may also be a success.
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8:19 PM
After transferring to a seaplane, we finally arrived in New York City.
The old place mentioned by Yinsen Hondou and Fujiwara Yu is an underground bar located in the Bronx, New York.
Why did they choose the Bronx, a district with one of the highest crime rates? Because the most dangerous place is also the safest place for them. Moreover, it is easier to gather intelligence here, and things that can be solved with money are not a big deal.
Herbert's Bar is located on Crosby Avenue in the Bronx. The surrounding environment is very lively. Not only is there a pizza restaurant that can provide food and clothing, but there are also hospitals and clinics. Even if a shooting occurs nearby, medical treatment can be provided in time.
When they arrived at Herbert's Bar in a taxi, White quickly got out of the passenger seat and tried to help Claire, but he was politely refused before he could even start. He simply didn't want anyone to discover that he was injured.
As for how they managed to bypass all the spies and arrive in New York, the credit should be given to the golden wig on Hiroki Sawada's head at that time.
The golden wig that was completely inconsistent with his head circumference successfully covered the upper half of Hiroki Sawada's face, causing him to raise his hands to rub his eyes. No one can endure the itchy feeling of hair on the face for a long time.
The kind-hearted taxi driver also kindly reminded me that it was time to trim my child's hair, and even recommended a barber shop 500 meters away. The service was really great.
The three of them walked down the long and narrow stairs and finally arrived at Herbert's Bar. As soon as they opened the door, they smelled a strong stench of alcohol. Fujiwara Yu, who had a keen sense of smell, frowned immediately, and disgust was obvious on his face. If he had nowhere to go, he really wanted to turn around and leave.
It seems that Mr. Hondo was operating his shop as normal yesterday, and even left without cleaning after closing.
"Claire, I've left the things you want in the lounge." Yinsen Bentang looked seriously at his right shoulder that had been temporarily treated. In order to cover up the triangular bandage, he deliberately put on a piece of clothing on the outside, which made it look a little uneven.
"Hmm." Fujiwara Yuu looked at White, who was looking worried, and asked, "White, can your hands do some delicate work? For example... needlework?"
White didn't understand what Claire meant by this question, but he nodded anyway.
"Well, when I was a kid, the director taught me, and I often mended clothes for the children in the orphanage."
"Then come and lend a hand."
Fujiwara Yu is very experienced in dealing with gunshot wounds, of course, all of this experience comes from his previous life.
With White's help, the wound was treated and the bleeding was successfully stopped within thirty minutes. After confirming that there was no problem, he pushed the door open. Of course, his right shoulder was still in an immobile state, and the wound could easily break open.
Yinsen Hondo double-checked that the wound was not bleeding before relaxing. He asked:
"How did you get hurt? Was it Thomas's personal bodyguard?"
"No, it was Chrissie Wynyard. Luckily, her shooting wasn't that accurate. The bullet only grazed her shoulder. If it had hit her head, she wouldn't have been saved."
"It's actually her? It seems the intelligence provided by the FBI is not false. She is indeed a member of the organization." Yinsen Hondomoto wanted to say something, but he noticed that Sawada Hiroki was staring at his face. He was a little confused: "What? Is there something you want to ask me?"
Sawada Hiroki knew it was not a good idea to bring this up at this time, but he still asked:
"Um...where is my father? Why can't I see him?"
Yinsen Hondou then remembered that he had not woken the man up after knocking him unconscious. Thinking of this, he quickly got up and walked towards the locker room used by employees. The person sleeping soundly on the bench was Kashimura Tadaki.
"Mr. Kashimura, wake up."
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