Chapter 146 Dusk Villa

Far across the ocean in the United States, Belmode is doing well in Hollywood under the identity of Chris Wynyard. At this moment, she is participating in the filming of a big-budget movie in the studio.

"That's great, Chris, you were born to act." The director, who had just finished shooting a scene, looked at the playback on the machine and couldn't help but praise the leading actress loudly for her outstanding performance.

"Thank you for the compliment." Vermouth, who was surrounded by the crowd, responded with a chuckle. Her charming aqua eyes were filled with smiles, which made her beauty even more dazzling.

Looks are hard currency in the entertainment industry, not to mention that Bermode's acting skills are unanimously recognized by the public. With these two factors combined, the Chrissie Wynyard alias couldn't be more popular.

A diligent staff member came up to offer water, but the always cautious Belmode politely declined.

Just when Bermode was feeling thirsty, her new assistant Peg came to her from outside the crowd, holding a thermos and a blanket, and stuffed the thermos into her hand: "Chris, your water cup."

"Thank you." Vermouth opened the lid of the cup and drank water through the straw inside. Her movements were careful yet elegant enough, and she was so skilled that she didn't ruin her makeup.

Peg, the assistant, took advantage of this opportunity to pull out a cell phone from her backpack and handed it to her employer: "This phone just rang. You told me to remind you."

While continuing to drink water, Bermode took the phone and checked it with one hand, and then he successfully choked himself: What the hell is this [read]? And, should we give her a new task as a matter of course!!!

"Cough... cough cough cough..." Because his inner emotions were too turbulent, Vermouth coughed even more violently.

Assistant Peg was so frightened that she tried her best to pat her employer on the back, fearing that something might happen to the beautiful and kind-hearted (?) Miss Chris. Not only her, but the surrounding staff also noticed the movement here and looked over. Even the director ran over to check on their heroine.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. Bermode, who suddenly became the center of attention on the set, quickly recovered. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his slender white fingers and said with slightly red eyes, "I'm fine. I just choked accidentally. Don't worry."

The scene of the beauty shedding tears was touching enough. Even though the reason for her tears was not sadness, it was enough to arouse some people's sympathy. Soon someone ran to the director and advised him to finish work early.

The director took a look at the time after being reminded by others, and then patted his bear-like heavy palms. After attracting the attention of most of the staff, he announced loudly that the work for the day was over: "It's almost time anyway, let's stop shooting here today, everyone go back and have a good rest."

After working non-stop all day, Bermode heaved a sigh of relief and took his personal assistant, Peg, back to the hotel in the nanny car to rest.

After returning to the hotel room, Bermode immediately sent the assistant away with a beautiful but very strong smile on his face: "I am a little tired today and want to go to bed early. Good night, Peg."

"Good night...good night, Chris." Assistant Peg left the room in a daze and quickly closed the door. Although she was a little puzzled as to why her employer went to bed so early tonight, she did not delve into it. In a place like Hollywood, if you want to continue to make a living, you sometimes have to learn to play dumb.

Vermouth did not explain the assistant's wrong assumption that he was going out to meet his lover, and he was happy to see it happen. After all, what she was going to do tonight could barely be called a party, although it was not with a lover.

With this thought in mind, the remaining smile on Bermode's face completely faded away. She opened the email again with a serious expression and used the intelligence system in her hand to confirm the specific identity of the mission target again:

Fitzgerald, whose full name is Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, is a rising star in the past two years. He also has powerful supernatural powers and was absorbed by the well-known American supernatural group "Guild".

Bermode tapped the table thoughtfully. It was not difficult for her to get close to a man like Fitzgerald, but it seemed unlikely that such a man would believe a death notice that was almost absurd. However, this was not something she needed to worry about. Anyway, she was only responsible for bringing the news to Mr. Fitzgerald, and whether he believed it or not was not her business.

Just a few hours after he was complaining in his heart that their boss was too good at ordering people around, Vermode began to plan how to approach the mission target without attracting attention and evacuate the scene safely.

Today, I got my share of complaints. (bushi)

No matter how much Vermouth, who is far away in the United States, wants to smash his shameless former boss after seeing Douma's reply email, at least Douma, the beneficiary, gets a good result.

Almost on the third day after the email was sent, Douma received another message from Vermode: the mission has been completed.

At that time, Douma was taking Gin to an auction he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Yes, the auction that will be held tonight is where those super spendthrifts of the Karasuma family will sell off part of the property left by their old man.

Among them was the "country villa" that Douma had been eyeing for a long time. If he had not been afraid of causing unnecessary trouble by making too much noise, he would have secretly obtained the unappreciated "country villa" from the Karasuma family long ago.

He is determined to get the Golden House, no one can compete with him! Douma silently encouraged himself. The long string of zeros on his bank card, which came from the Black Organization's many years of operation, gave him countless confidence. He was not afraid of spending money.

While driving, Gin looked through the rearview mirror at Douma in the back seat. After a moment of silence, he asked tentatively, "Boss, you seem to be in a good mood tonight?"

In the past, Gin would have certainly disdained such an everyday conversation, but the fierce competition within the port mafia was beyond Gin's expectations.

Gin thought that as long as he returned to the boss's side, he would naturally take the position of right-hand man and no one would be able to surpass him. However, the reality was not as good as he imagined.

The port mafia is too crowded. It seems that everyone wants to be closer to the boss. With Mori Ogai in front and Masaki Yuto in the back, Dazai Osamu who always behaves in an ambiguous manner is also a headache for Gin.

As soon as they met, Gin was very sure that the world-weary Dazai Osamu was as annoying as his teacher and was not easy to deal with. Not to mention the popular king, Nakahara Chuuya, who was on a business trip to Europe and had not yet returned. Although he was not in Yokohama or even in Japan, his name was always active in everyone's mouth and his presence was very strong.

This famous gravity user is probably as difficult to deal with as his partner, Dazai Osamu. No, he may be even more difficult to deal with. Compared to Dazai Osamu, who shows his malice on the surface, a guy like Nakahara Chuuya, who is praised by everyone, must have a deeper mind.

As for the fact that Nakahara Chuuya is really the last conscience of the port mafia, Gin has never thought about this possibility. After all, a mafia that sincerely helps an old lady cross the road? Impossible, non-existent.

Nakahara Chuuya: ...What's wrong with helping an old lady cross the street? Pollution warning.jpg//

Gin, who had never dealt with Nakahara Chuuya personally, began to become increasingly eager to fight, and rushed in the direction of his wrong guesses. It was unknown to what extent Dazai Osamu had contributed to this.

Douma was sitting alone in the back row. Because he had the habit of not activating the ability of the demon king to read minds, he had no idea what Gin was thinking at the moment. He was unaware of this huge misunderstanding, so he just answered Gin's question on the surface: "Yes, something good is going to happen soon, so I am in a very good mood."

"?" A hint of doubt flashed across Gin's eyes, and he quickly recalled the auction process and the list of participants that he had carefully written down before, but did not find any part that might make the boss happy.

Be a close subordinate who can communicate with the boss's mind. Failure in the big battle.

As a mature killer, Gin quickly adjusted his mood, suppressed the frustration rising in his heart, and asked calmly: "Good news? Boss, can you share this good news with your subordinates?"

"Of course." Douma answered readily. He had no intention of hiding the matter of the Golden House from Gin, but he was bound to be bored on the journey, so it would be nice to keep it a secret and kill time.

Douma paused for a moment, then gave a rather obvious hint: "There is a treasure worth a fortune in the upcoming auction. Guess what it is."

"A treasure of inestimable value..." Gin murmured, and the word "treasure" was immediately connected to something else. A flash of inspiration made him blurt out: "Dusk Villa."

"Legend has it that there is a treasure hidden in the Twilight Villa that is rich enough to rival an entire country, but it has never been found in all these years." Gin, who is determined to communicate with his boss, does not need Douma to give him any more hints. He directly adds what Douma did not say: "Others do not know, but you, the boss, know what the secret is. You found the treasure."

"You got it right. As a reward, you will be responsible for taking pictures of the Mansion of Dusk later." Douma snapped his fingers, with the temperament of a capitalist who hangs a street lamp on his head, and immediately assigned the work. He only had to wait for the fruits of victory.

The exploited working man Gin doesn't care about this at all. Instead, he is ready to make a big move: he wants to get the Dusk Villa that the boss wants at the lowest price, and anyone who stands in his way will be his enemy.

At the same time, Dashang Zhushan, who had already arrived at the venue, suddenly shuddered, but it could not extinguish the enthusiasm in his heart.

Because not long ago, Okami Shuzen accidentally heard from Senken Kyoudai that there was indeed a treasure hidden in Karasuma Renya's Huangtun Villa, and her father was silenced because of this.

In this way, even if it means putting everything on the line, he will take a picture of the Sunset Villa!