"Don't forget tomorrow's mission......" Bourbon whispered, closing the window and stepping on the accelerator, and the pure white Mazda immediately sprang out, and all that was visible was the unique integrated taillight cluster. Vermouth pulled out a cigarette case from her bag, lowered her head and lit one before continuing to walk forward, the yellow supercar a few steps away was her car, and the remote control unlocked the car, and Vermouth got into the car. Somehow, her heart is always very unsteady, there is an inexplicable feeling of being watched, she didn't light a cigarette in Bourbon's car before for similar reasons, she feels that if she throws that cigarette butt out of the window, it will soon be picked up by someone who cares, and her DNA information will be mastered, and this risk of identity exposure Vermouth doesn't want to take it at all.

Sitting back in his car, he can have a natural sense of security when he controls the cab and steering wheel, at least his life is in his own hands, and as soon as he peels off the disguise on his face, Vermouth's beautiful face reappears in front of the world's eyes, untying his coiled hair, and shaking it lightly twice, even if the disc is not so tight, it is definitely not as comfortable as completely relaxed. Throwing the mask into the co-pilot's seat, Vermouth set the car on fire and sped out towards her temporary stronghold, since Gin's incident, she has become more concerned about her safety, and will change every mission to the residence, and will not tell anyone the location of the residence, not even the collaborators around her. Even if Kazama hadn't knocked on the window, Vermouth wouldn't have given Bourbon his address, and would have just made an excuse to get him to the car. Even Gin, who she trusted, would want to kill her with her own hands for some reason, and this is the case with them, the moment they believe in others is to declare their own death sentence, but now Vermouth is more vigilant.

Driving all the way back to his rented apartment, Vermouth deliberately made two more detours along the way, and also kept an eye on whether there was a stalker behind him, and after reaching a relatively safe conclusion, he drove the car into the apartment garage and took the elevator into the room. After returning to this temporary residence, Vermouth relaxed her guard a little, sat on the sofa and swiped her phone, she didn't pay attention to celebrity gossip or read boring little advertorials, she wanted to get noteworthy information from the news, or some unexpected events that she could take advantage of, of course, for the mission with Bourbon tomorrow. After reading a lot of news about the target, and the water in the bathroom was almost boiling, Vermouth closed the news page and prepared to go into the bathroom to relax.

In the middle of the gas station, Kazama filled his car with fuel, and he finally came to make such a trip to get the most perfect condition of the car, in case it would come in handy in the war in the territory of Kawanokuni in the future? Sitting on the hood in front of the car, Kazama's lips fluttered at a subtle frequency that was difficult for ordinary people to catch, and he kept communicating with the parasite, getting the news that the target, Vermouth, had stopped moving, and Kazama knew that she had returned to her place of residence and that it was time to surprise her. The mailbox was full, and Kazama stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards Vermouth's apartment as the parasite directed.

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Under Vermouth's apartment building, looking around at the surrounding environment, and the terrain is very suitable for climbing walls, Kazama climbed up the stairs along the drain pipe with ease, and came to the 6th floor, almost sure that this was Vermouth's room, Kazama climbed in from the balcony. The parasite had already flown into the room through the crack in the window before Kazama, and when Kazama also walked into the room, he saw the parasite flying in a circle around the top of the sofa, suggesting that Kazama's target was here, and when he got closer, he saw that it was not the dress Vermouth was wearing. "It can't be such a coincidence...... Kazama whispered, tiptoeing in the direction of the bedroom, and the sound of gurgling water came from the hidden door, and sure enough, it was such a coincidence.

Kazama sat down in Vermouth's seat, looked around at the similar environment and décor to the previous room, took out her cigarette and put it in her mouth, took out a pistol from the hub space, and placed it on the table in front of her. Kazama turned on the computer at the same time, taking this opportunity to find out what had happened in the world since he left. Searching the website for news about the Suzuki express train, many news were read one by one, most of which Kazama had already known about during his previous conversation with the mirror of the monster thief Kidd, and as for the more subtle information, I think the police and the relevant accident investigation team would not have told the media. Kazama, who didn't see anything new, wrote the words Maori Kogoro on the website again, and looked at the recent daily life of the confused uncle, but I didn't expect to get the information that made Kazama a little surprised, and the confused detective who lost the helper of the detective actually continued his title of detective Maori Kogoro, and several big cases were solved without sleeping, and sure enough, the previous Uncle Kogoro was pretending to be confused?

After looking at the computer for a long time, the sound of the bathroom doorknob opening the door came out, Kazama picked up the pistol on the table for a long time, turned around to look over there, but I didn't expect the voice of the woman to speak from the door, she was on the phone? Kazama must be too late to dodge at this time, even if everyone else hides, the smoke in the room and the computer that is turned on already speak for themselves, Kazama has no choice but to bet that the woman's psychological quality is relatively strong, and she won't scream at this time like ordinary women.

Vermouth pushed open the bathroom door, and a scent mixed with moisture came out of it, Kazama sniffed slightly, and the muzzle of the gun moved slightly up in the direction of the door, and the woman in Vermouth finally stepped out of it, and when they looked at each other, the air in the room seemed to be silent for a while, except for the other person on the other end of the phone. Kazama held the gun in one hand, and the other hand reached to his lips, making a silent gesture at Vermouth, and at the same time raising the gun in his hand, the meaning was also obvious, if he spoke more, he would shoot. Vermouth's heart instinctively skipped several beats when she first saw the person she had suspected appear in front of her, but she still controlled herself and didn't let the person on the other side of the phone notice what was going on, otherwise her life could be at risk at any time.

In this case, Vermouth stood still without moving, hastily ended the conversation with the guy on the other end of the computer, dropped the phone on the bed, and raised his hands above his head, "Sure enough, you have a problem......" Vermouth had already told Bourbon in the car at the time, this person didn't pick up when he walked to the window, why did he knock on their window? "I'm just curious, how did you find me here? What did you do when you put your hand in the window? ”