Is it true that Mio Tokiwa is actually Vermouth in disguise?
Damn, her ability to disguise herself is truly terrifying. I didn't notice anything unusual while talking to her.
Fujiwara Yu turned and looked towards the place where "Tokiwa Mio" had just stood, and found that the person was no longer there. Could it be that the explosion was triggered in order to retreat, and their mission for the day had been completed?
He looked at Suzuki Sonoko, who was staying with Mouri Ran not far away with a worried look on her face. It was impossible. How could they bear to leave someone who looked so much like Shirley when they hadn't confirmed her identity yet?
And according to the character of the organization, they would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go.
Fujiwara Yuu didn't bother to comfort the guests who were in chaos because of the explosion. He quickly walked to Sawaguchi Chinami's side and said in a hurried tone:
"Ms. Sawaguchi, did you see where Ms. Tokiwa went?"
"The president said he needed to go outside to make a phone call, so he went to the fire exit over there."
"Okay, thank you."
Sawaguchi Chinami looked in the direction where Sosuke Takashi left with confusion. She shouldn't be curious about what he wanted to see the president about. She should first calm the guests and then help everyone evacuate.
——
Three minutes before the bomb exploded.
Vermouth, who had disguised herself as Tokiwa Mio, saw her accomplice making gestures towards her. She looked at Sawaguchi Chinami beside her with a natural expression, told her that she was going to make a phone call, and then hurried away.
The murder of a congressman at the opening ceremony was enough to draw everyone's attention, and no one would notice himself.
She successfully reached the fire escape and walked slowly towards the top floor, where the helicopter arranged by Gin was parked.
However, something unexpected happened. The sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the corridor which should have been quiet.
Vermouth narrowed her eyes, and she naturally took out her cell phone from her pocket and pretended to make a call. Her other hand reached behind her waist and touched the pocket pistol hidden there.
When the owner of the footsteps appeared, his blue eyes looked like sparkling lapis lazuli under the moonlight.
——"Sharon, are you going to be an actor? Then... I will watch your first work a hundred times~"
The voice that appeared in her mind made Vermouth dazed. When she looked at the black-haired man in front of her again, the other party's gun was already aimed at her, and she completely lost the opportunity to take the initiative.
When Fujiwara Yu entered the corridor, he took out the disguise mask prepared for him by Miyano Akemi, and successfully concealed his original appearance in just a moment.
Without hesitation, he drew his gun and aimed at Vermouth who was standing at the top of the stairs. The wound on his shoulder, which had healed long ago, was aching slightly. It was time to return the bullet to this cunning Thousand-Faced Witch.
Fujiwara Yuu looked up at Vermouth who was staring at him, curled his lips, and asked:
"Sharon Wynyard, Chrissie Wynyard... Vermouth, I wonder what you like me to call you?"
Vermouth did not answer in a hurry. Her eyes fell on the black vine tattoo on her neck, and she had already confirmed the other person's identity in her heart.
Four years ago, Kiel successfully killed an undercover agent from the CIA. At that time, Gin and Vodka rushed to the scene to take away the undercover agent's body and send it to the organization's laboratory for processing.
Unexpectedly, a young CIA agent, who had a black vine tattoo on his neck, got into a shootout with them in order to seize the body, and eventually fled with the undercover body on a motorcycle.
Haha, Gin, the person you have always wanted to kill is right in front of me.
Vermouth pulled off the mask on her face with one hand, revealing her original appearance. She was not worried at all that the person in front of her would shoot. She took out the purple-red lipstick from her chest and added a bright color to her bloodless lips.
She put the lipstick back to its original place, and instead of answering the other party's question, she asked curiously:
"Mr. Agent, what should I call you then?"
"...How did you know that?"
Fujiwara Yu didn't think that Vermouth was trying to trick him. The look in her eyes when she was stunned showed that she knew him. Could it be that he had come into contact with a disguised Vermouth during his time in the CIA?
Vermouth keenly caught the flash of surprise in Claire's eyes. She slowly raised her hands in surrender and said leisurely:
"Claire Stewart, your name has always been on the organization's assassination list. Don't you know that?"
"It seems that you know something about me, so you should know my methods, right?"
Fujiwara Yu never expected that his CIA identity was on the organization's assassination list. Fortunately, only a few people inside the CIA knew of his existence, so he was not worried that the person who signed the treaty with him would betray him... After all, that person still had to rely on himself to master the organization's information and find the organization's undercover hidden inside the CIA.
He walked up the stairs, the muzzle of the gun directly against Vermouth's neck, without any intention of showing any mercy:
"Vermouth, please come with me. You don't want to have another scar on your body, do you?"
“But is this really okay?” A smile flickered in Vermouth’s aquamarine eyes. She boldly leaned forward, looking directly into those wary eyes, and whispered, “Don’t forget that I have people in the venue. You’re not acting alone, are you? He can hear our conversation. Catching your accomplice… should be easy.”
Vermouth is well aware of her ability to disguise herself, so it is not difficult for her to determine that Mio Tokiwa, who was imprisoned in the toilet cubicle by her, was found by Claire's CIA accomplices.
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