Marcy didn't open her eyes immediately when she woke up. She did this very right, and her years of experience in law enforcement and policing have allowed her to develop many, many good habits, many, many habits that can save lives.

She felt as if she was lying on a glove box, she felt like someone else was next to her body, and the whole space she was in was shaking slightly. She immediately realized that she was supposed to be on some moving vehicle. Finally, she heard the voice of someone talking, and after listening for a while, she judged that there were three people on the other side.

She quickly thought back to what had happened, and then she had a rough idea of what was going on. She failed, she and Carré failed. Although I don't know why, it is clear that the person she is calculating has already known her plan, knows her plan, that transaction is simply a trap, a trap that will be disposed of by her and her little friend Carré together, and the person lying next to her now should be Carré. And thanks to the fact that she wanted to take the credit for the operation that no one told but Carré, even if the truth of the matter could finally come to the surface, she and Carré would have already turned into coral sand under the water.

If you make a wrong move, you will lose the whole game. It seems that there is some truth in the old people saying that you should not underestimate your opponent at any time.

Marcy sighed inwardly. She didn't worry about her life and Carré's life now, and now that she had come to her senses in advance, she naturally had a way to control the situation. But the way things turned out, even putting Carré in danger with her, still made her feel very unhappy. But she wondered how she could think about it, and she couldn't understand how the hell that damn black marketeer knew about her plan in advance.

There are priorities. Marcy wisely put the issue aside and get out of the current predicament first.

The wagon's compartment has a built-in light source that gives it plenty of light. Two of Basel's three men sat on cardboard boxes, and one sat in an upside-down sofa chair stacked with other furniture, with two arms on the two legs of the armchair. They joked with each other lightly, unaware of what was about to happen. It wasn't until the man sitting in the upside-down armchair saw his two companions sit up behind him, and a woman with a blank face like a resurrected corpse slowly sat up.

He opened his mouth wide and held out his fingers, but before he could make a sound, Marcy quickly moved his hand. The two of Basel's men on the cardboard box who noticed that something was wrong with their companion were about to turn back, and as soon as their necks were halfway turned, Marcy pressed the back of their heads and bumped them together. The two of them touched their foreheads with a dull thudding sound, and each flipped backwards to the ground.

At this point, the third subordinate finally reacted. He closed his mouth wide open, simply interrupted the screams that had not yet been uttered, and pulled out his pistol from behind his waist and aimed it at Marcy. Before he could pull the trigger, Marcy took a step forward and pounced on him like a leopard, and the two rolled into the pile of goods, and the mountain of cardboard boxes collapsed.

Bassher, who was driving in the cab in front, heard the noise in the back compartment, frowned and knocked on the partition twice. "What the hell?"

Marcy snatched the pistol from the third man's hand and expertly knocked the man unconscious. And when she turned around, she found that the first two people she had just put down had not fainted directly - she had just woken up and was not very good at controlling her strength - at this time they got up again, and also took out their pistols and aimed them at her.

"Don't move," they shouted, "and if you move again, you'll shoot!" ”

“……”

As Marcy's eyes were fixed on the black holes of the two pistols aimed at her, the situation suddenly changed again. Her gaze shifted slightly, looking behind the two. Another resurrected corpse slowly sat up from behind Bather's two men.

"You ......" Marcy opened her mouth in surprise as she looked at the unfamiliar face.

Seeing Marcy's reaction, the two armed with guns subconsciously turned back again, but as soon as their necks were turned halfway, the back of their heads was pressed by warm palms, and then their heads were pushed and "banged" together. The two of them touched their foreheads and fell to the ground with a dull thud. This time they were completely unconscious.

Ed felt like he was in a dream. In the dream, he is a gray-white rose, holding an orchid like a deep mountain valley in his arms, sitting on the back of a whale with a turtle shell, roaming in the endless sea of poppies. He was then pricked by his own thorn when he bent down to kiss the orchid, bleeding like magma. Then he woke up.

Now, having dealt with two gunners, he is faced with another muzzle. The short-haired woman who seemed to have woken up first was pointing a gun at him coldly at this time, and her sharp gaze was like a black eagle aiming at a short-tailed rabbit on the grassland in mid-air.

Ed didn't like that. His eyes squinted, and he reached out to pick up a man from his side, his fingers clasping his neck. That's Carré.

"You dare!" Marcy gritted her teeth all of a sudden, "Put him down!" ”

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Marcy could see very clearly that the strange man in front of him was holding Carré's way of holding it was very dangerous, it was not a random button, his thumb had already been half cut under Carré's throat, and as long as his hand was strong enough, he could staggered Carré's fragile throat bone in half a second.

Marcy's reaction gave Ed a reassurance in his heart. He was right, the red-haired man who was in a coma with the short-haired woman was indeed her companion. And this time he also noticed something else, although the short-haired woman was well-trained, she didn't seem to be the kind of person who would kill people at will. Her control of the gun was very dead.

"Take it easy." He said calmly, eyes meeting Marcy's, "Don't get excited. ”

"Excited?!" Marcy glared at Ed excitedly, "Am I excited?" ”

“……”

"Who are you?" Marcy asked again.

"Who are you?" Ed fights for the initiative.

"You want to bargain with me?" Marcy moved the muzzle of the gun forward by half a centimeter.

Ed grabbed Carré's limp body in front of him, revealing half of his face and one eye from behind. "You can choose to shoot me in the head, or you can choose to answer questions."

“……”

Marcy hesitated, and Ed got it right again. His judgment was right, although this woman seemed to be well-trained, she would never shoot at anyone at will.

“…… I'll tell you what you want to know," Marcy lowered her voice, aiming at Ed's revealing eye, "You have to tell me what I want to know, too." And if you want to say a word, I will say a word. ”

"Deal." Ed's gaze remained motionless.

……

The Domme is an important lifeline for the city of Stuttgar, passing through six huge reservoirs, which are replenished by artificial precipitation at regular intervals.

Bather stopped as he drove past a small dam on one of the tributaries of the river, intending to throw the three Marcys in the back car into the river to feed the fish, as originally planned. However, when he opened the car door, he found that someone had been waiting for him for a long time.

Marcy stood behind the carriage door, condescendingly pointing a gun at the shiny bald head, and as he looked up at her blankly, the foot of his little leather boot kicked him the door of the head.

Ed and Carré stood behind Marcy, watching as Bassh lay on the ground. Ed clapped dryly, and Carré closed his lips palely.