Operation Red Book

"I'd rather not let you use that poisoned gun, Miss Ivy. First of all, I don't know your shooting ability, and secondly..."

Hilda let out a long breath, her voice sounding helpless and as if she was trying not to laugh.

"Mr. Walter used it before, but he finished a whole chicken sandwich before he remembered to wash his hands with the antidote. We almost lost a hybrid Dracula that day."

Looking at Hilda's shaking shoulders, Ivy pursed her lips and rolled her eyes slightly.

The entire SCO population seems abnormal. I don't know whether to say they are stupid or out of their minds.

For no reason, Ivy suddenly felt very tired. This tiredness was not physical fatigue, but the heavy tiredness caused by having too many thoughts in her mind.

Joshua and Hilda didn't notice the change in Ivy's expression. They fiddled with the last weapon. The more dangerous it was, the more eager they were to try it.

"Compared to the original world, Joshua seems to be more suitable here..."

An idea from the bottom of her heart suddenly broke into Ivy's mind, making her frown.

"An invitation from the royal organization, Moriarty's appreciation, companions who share the same heart, a recklessness that never feels troublesome, a tenacity that gets more excited the more dangerous it gets... Why, this nerd..."

Ivy's pupils sank and her expression became increasingly ugly.

She finally found the key to the heaviness that had been lingering in her heart for the past two months.

"Ivy-san, Ivy-san, try this!"

Joshua ran over with a long silver-black whip. Although his legs were long, they were too thin. If the wind blew, they would fall to the ground like a sapling.

"No, I'm so tired, I want to sleep."

Ivy raised her hands expressionlessly, turned her head and closed her eyes.

"Ai, classmate Ai Wei..."

There was clear disappointment in Joshua's voice, but he didn't say another word.

"Are you tired, Ms. Ivy? I'm sorry, I didn't notice your physical condition."

Hilda said from behind Joshua, and every word pierced Ivy's heart.

"I made this whip with lightning based on Joshua's idea. I have to say Joshua has a far-sighted vision."

The corners of Ivy's eyes twitched slightly.

"You have no shooting training, so I'm not sure if this weapon is suitable for you. After all, you are just an ordinary person."

Ivy snorted in dissatisfaction.

"It's okay if you don't know how to use a weapon that requires strength. I can make a self-defense weapon that is more suitable for little girls."

Ivy's eyebrows were raised so high that they were about to stand upright on her face, but she didn't notice it.

"Let me think about it. For example, how about a spike hidden in a feather fan, a poison spray in a sapphire necklace, a soft knife wrapped around the wrist, or... a sharpened chopstick or a hair comb?"

"give it to me!"

Ivy snatched the whip from Joshua's hand, and the sound was as creepy as the sharp sound of boiling kettle.

Joshua was so scared that he took a few steps back. In Joshua's eyes, Ivy was like a black cat whose tail was stepped on.

She tensed up, all the muscles trembling.

Especially that face that was usually as beautiful as a gardenia. Even the kindest Santa Claus would crawl back down the chimney when he saw her.

Not to mention Joshua, who was afraid of her anger, and Hilda, who was shouted at to stand at attention.

"Did I anger Miss Ivy?" Hilda whispered to Joshua.

"I, I don't know either. Ivy's mood has always been like this." Joshua whispered back, covering his mouth with his hand.

Little did they know that Ivy could see clearly what they did, which was like adding fuel to the fire for her.

The fire in her heart was completely ignited. Ivy snorted softly, rolled her eyes, and looked at the armored soldiers who were ready to go with her sharp eyes.

She spread her legs, flicked her right hand lightly to disperse the long whip, and her fingers as thin as crisp lotus roots tightly wrapped around the black metal carved with dragon patterns.

"Ms. Ivy, there is an inconspicuous switch on the top. You can press it with your hook finger." Hilda shouted from the side.

Ivy reached her hand upwards, and sure enough, there was a large bump at the connection between the handle and the whip rope. She pressed it and was able to move it easily.

"Zi la la-"

The moment Ivy pressed the small bump hard, silver-white lightning shot out from the handle and crawled to the top like a nimble water snake.

The current was too large, and the black whip rope was lifted up by the voltage, twisting restlessly in the air, making a "sizzling" sound.

The hemp-like whip rope was connected to a light handle, which was a little difficult for Ivy to grasp, and she almost let it slip out of her hand several times.