Chapter 1610 1618 [Assassination of Ireland]
Ireland gritted his teeth and looked over to see a woman dressed in black in a long off-the-shoulder dress.
Under his murderous gaze, the young woman put away the syringe in her hand, raised her hand to straighten her headdress that was messed up by the night wind, and walked towards him slowly.
Given Ireland's sensitivity, he wouldn't be approached so easily.
But in recent times, he has been hit so many times by people falling from buildings, and all the fatal crises come from above his head. Even if it is just out of the instinct for survival, when standing next to the building, Ireland's attention will inevitably be focused on the sky, and he will ignore his surroundings.
Moreover, the woman in black in front of him, although dressed quite fashionably, her appearance and temperament revealed a traditional gentleness. In addition, her exposed body lines were very soft, without any trace of trained muscles, and the whole person seemed to be easily knocked down by one hand... Such a weak lady approaching in the crowd was really hard for Ireland, who could recognize the characteristics of a killer at a glance, to feel too much sense of crisis.
Because she doesn't look like a killer at all.
…But what she was doing just now was exactly what a killer would do. Even the action of stabbing and then retreating was much more neat than some real killers in the organization.
By the time Ireland realized something was wrong, he had already fallen victim.
And something even worse had already happened—the woman in black walked up to him in a businesslike manner and reached out to support him.
Her movements seemed very gentle, like those of a kind younger generation who helps an old man walk slowly. But only Ireland, whose consciousness began to blur, knew what kind of terrible strength those delicate hands contained: the woman was not helping him walk at all, but holding down his hand that was about to draw his gun, while pulling him back - back to the place where he had just escaped and where the person who fell from the building was scheduled to fall.
"The love letter I sent you before seems to have been crumpled by you." The woman in black suddenly spoke in a low voice, with a kind of indifference and calmness. But Ireland somehow heard some condemnation in it:
"You know, love letters and gifts are both precious tokens of your heart. But on the other hand, if not handled properly... they can sometimes become a fatal curse."
Ireland's confused mind struggled to think: "...love letter? What love letter?"
It took him a second to think of the letter he had received earlier.
...But wasn't that a declaration of war written by Uzo imitating the love letter at the crime scene?
Wait, the letter was anonymous, so... could it be that the letter was not written by Uzo, but he asked this woman to send it on his behalf? ?
"It seems that there is a small problem in our communication." The woman in black laughed softly, "I thought too much. In this case, let's follow our previous agreement and meet on the plane tomorrow - if you are still alive after tonight, please be on time for the appointment."
As she spoke, she pushed Ireland's hand neither too hard nor too lightly.
The effect of the drug had already taken effect. Ireland could no longer support his body. He staggered backwards and fell on his back.
He lay on the ground, looking up at the sky with lifeless eyes - right above him, two blurry shadows were falling from the top of the building one after the other, like messengers of death getting closer and closer.
...If you say the same sentence too many times, you will often get tired of it.
But at this moment, Ireland couldn't help but roar with murderous intent in his heart.
——This damn bastard Wuzo, even if he only has one breath left, I must, must kill him!
…
A tall man suddenly fell down on the street. People around him quickly noticed something was wrong.
A kind passerby approached and asked carefully: "Hey, are you okay?"
Ireland wanted to raise his finger to the sky and ask the group of people to move him away from the falling place. But unfortunately, this gesture did not turn into action. He stared with murderous eyes and lost consciousness unwillingly.
…
The second floor of the crew building.
Subaru Okiya quietly hid behind the window, half of his eye showing from the gap in the curtains, and watched the scene with shock.
Subaru Okiya: "..." Although he knew that Ireland would die at Uzo's hands sooner or later, why did Uzo poison him in such a direct way on the street? This doesn't fit this... doesn't fit the usual behavior of this great playwright!
...Could it be that Ireland did something that Uzo could not tolerate, causing his superiors to lose interest in playing with him and take direct action?
Or... or is this another script of Wu Zuo, a high-end live stage play called "Secretary Wu Zuo arbitrarily kills other cadres"?
Thinking of the black-clad woman who had just attacked Ireland, Okiya Subaru's face twitched slightly, and he felt a pang of pain: "..." Miss Misa——!! You are such a loyal secretary, how did you offend Uzo that he actually let you do such a thing?
Okiya Subaru raised his hand and wiped his face. He had different feelings towards this colleague who had saved him several times.
"Calm down. No matter what, things are not irreversible yet. As long as Miss Misa is not photographed, she may not be killed by the organization.
"As for whether the murder of other cadres is serious, Uzo... Uzo-sama should handle this matter. So for Miss Misa who was thrown onto the stage, as long as she escapes now, she may still have a chance to survive. The best escape route is... um?"
Okiya Subaru was suddenly startled.
He looked at the crowd gradually gathering below and was stunned for a moment: ...Where is Miss Misa?
How come it disappeared in the blink of an eye?
Subaru Okiya quickly searched for the people downstairs. However, even with his observation skills and the convenient bird's-eye view, he couldn't find where the woman in black had gone.
At this time, a puzzled voice of a kind passerby floated downstairs: "His heartbeat, breathing, blood oxygen, etc. are all normal, and there is even no smell of alcohol on his body... I don't know why this gentleman suddenly fell to the ground. Maybe he was just too tired and wanted to take a nap at the door?"
The crowd was also a little puzzled, and they were all talking and offering suggestions.
Okiya Subaru's ears twitched slightly as he listened to the information about Ireland, and he couldn't believe it: "..." Not dead?
He paused briefly.
After a while, he finally came back to his senses: "..." Perhaps this was not a killer move against Miss Misa, but just another drama of Uzo, and Miss Misa was like the most central staff member in front of and behind the scenes. The master and the servant cooperated tacitly, and there was no need for the new layman to worry about anything.
Okiya Subaru shrank back to his original position and hid quietly.
At the same time, thinking about what happened just now, a question mark popped up in his mind: If it was not for killing, then why did Uzo let Ireland lie dead in the street?
Although he felt something was very wrong, at this moment, Subaru Okiya discovered in despair: after knowing that he would not be involved in the case in the short term, he actually began to feel curious about Usa's drama.
(End of this chapter)
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