On the boulevard, a black Cadillac XLR was driving slowly.
The woman sitting in the driver's seat was Sharon Wynyard. She held the steering wheel with one hand and easily turned into a small street. The white car that appeared in the distance in the rearview mirror caught her attention.
No, to be precise, she had already noticed it a long time ago.
It was about to rain, and a man in sunglasses suddenly appeared next to him and asked for his autograph. Even though his acting was very good, the act of deliberately covering his face was not what a fanatical fan would do.
Taking off her hat and sunglasses was basic etiquette, so she studied the man's hands as he signed, the calluses left by prolonged trigger-pulling. While not uncommon in the US, the sudden presence of such a person was enough to make her sensitive.
Isn't it? Just a quick look around and I noticed the white car following me. Moreover, the tracking technology of this car is very advanced. If I hadn't been alert, I really wouldn't have been able to detect it.
Sharon Wynyard calmly stopped the car at the red light and reached out to the bottles and jars placed on the passenger seat. These were the tools she used for disguise.
She reached out to take off the wig, and at an angle that the surveillance camera couldn't capture, she tore off the human skin mask on her face, revealing a face that looked younger than Sharon's.
If anyone could see her at this moment, they would definitely scream out her name - Chris Wynyard.
Who would have thought that mother and daughter could be the same person?
Chrissie Wynyard tossed her long hair as she fashioned a skin mask that fitted her face while waiting for the red light countdown to end. When the light turned green, she quickly turned the steering wheel to the right, changing lanes before the white car appeared.
But to her surprise... the white car that had disappeared not long ago appeared again in the rearview mirror.
This could not help but make Chrissie Wynyard feel confused. How did this person guess it? She did not believe in luck. After all, God had never given her a single cent. Naturally, she could not believe in something she had never had.
She lowered her eyes to glance at the fuel gauge, her lips painted with purple lipstick slightly pursed, as if recalling something interesting. She gradually increased her speed on the roads of New York, and the night scene flew by.
After an unknown amount of time, Chrissie Wynyard, who had been wandering around New York City for a long time, finally lost interest. She picked up the phone on the passenger seat and sent an email instead of calling.
The blond man with a crew cut who was on standby at the hotel all the time did not dare to show any negative emotions after seeing the content of the email. He stood up and walked out quickly.
Vermouth: Seagram, prepare a few boxes of nails and wait at the corner of the alley next to 54th Avenue. When my car passes by, you can directly deliver a big gift to my enthusiastic fans.
The blond, crew-haired man codenamed Seagram Gin did not dare to neglect Vermouth's arrangements. He grabbed his windbreaker and hurried to the place mentioned in the email. Of course... he did not forget to prepare a few more boxes of nails.
Arriving at his destination within fifteen minutes, Shiglan took out his cell phone to reply to emails and then hid in an alley. He waited in the alley for twenty minutes before he saw the familiar black Cadillac XLR.
After rolling down the window and confirming that the person sitting in the driver's seat was Vermouth, he covered the turning with three boxes of nails, then escaped from another exit, straddling his motorcycle and disappearing into the night.
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A white Chrysler sedan was driving on New York's Central Avenue. The driver, Fujiwara Yu, turned the steering wheel slowly and calmly. As long as it was within a reasonable range, he could easily locate Sharon Wynyard by just using the power of the wind.
This cat-and-mouse game had been going on for an hour and a half. He glanced at the fuel gauge, which was only one-third left, hoping it could hold out until the end of the game.
The smart Fujiwara Yu naturally didn't think that Sharon Wynyard was playing games with him. He realized that he had been discovered, but he still didn't stop tracking.
The purpose was to delay time as much as possible. Sharon must have an important event tonight. The reason why she went to the theater might be because of Kudo Yukiko. The two of them had a good relationship, so she helped solve the speeding problem.
This also shows that Kudo Yukiko has certain value. She understands Sharon. If she finds an opportunity to sit down and have a cup of tea and chat with her in the future, she should be able to get a lot of information about Sharon.
Fujiwara Yu looked at the Cadillac that reappeared in his field of vision, with a slight smile on his lips. He was very free today and did not recommend going for a ride under her leadership.
This is a good deal, and it's worth spending a little time on it.
However, Fujiwara Yu still did not calculate one thing, that is the gift Sharon Wynyard prepared for him.
Snap, snap, snap.
There were strange noises coming from the car one after another, and it was obvious that the tire was punctured by a nail.
Fujiwara Yu slowly backed the car out of the alley and parked it on 54th Avenue. He got out of the car carefully and saw that the poor tire was punctured by iron nails and looked like a hedgehog - he never thought that the organization would use such a boring and low-level trick.
He thought that the organization would arrange snipers, and he also thought about disguising himself as an engineering team to forcibly stop him, but this act of scattering nails to cause the car's tires to burst... he really had never considered it.
Fujiwara Yuu helplessly put his hands on his waist, sensing that Sharon Wynyard had left his range of surveillance. He reached into his pocket and found that the cigarette box was empty. He looked up at the convenience store in front of him and curled his lips.
He walked into the convenience store, put the headset in his ear, and called Yinsen Hondo directly. He felt the need to share this unpleasant incident with his colleagues to cheer them up.
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