The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

There is not much difference between the inside and outside of the secret door, except that the details are more refined, but it can't be too high-profile.

Xing Haiyin glanced around and walked slowly to sit down opposite the girl who was drinking alone at the table. The bartender inside was obviously more considerate and did not come over to interrupt their conversation that was about to begin.

"How was the meeting over there?" The blonde woman didn't beat around the bush. Her beautiful eyes were cold as she stared at the wine glass in her hand, as if she wanted to crush it.

"I thought you already knew that Gin has more important things to do, so you have to go and establish your authority." Xing Haiyin didn't touch anything on the table. It was his first time here. It was Vermouth who invited him here. Both of them knew the purpose.

Vermouth had not received any message to attend the meeting.

"More important things?" The blonde woman sneered, not dwelling on the matter too much. She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, "That's Lei from the organization, the ace agent of the FBI. He really thinks highly of me."

"After all, your home ground is over there, and you have a mission to perform." Xing Haiyin smiled, rarely showing the attitude of watching the fun and not minding the trouble. "Just do it while you can."

Vermouth turned away her gaze, her beautiful eyes sparkling with light, her beauty hiding all the ruthlessness that suddenly arose in her, disguising herself like a harmless rose.

Although she did not have much real power, she was always allowed to attend high-level meetings for the sake of that person's face. This exception obviously could not have been unintentional.

Even the outcome of the meeting was directly related to her. It was impossible that the meeting had nothing to do with her, so she was not notified to attend.

Even Ricard, who was far away abroad carrying out a mission in some unknown corner, was recalled just to attend such a meeting. You can imagine how important it is.

Was it someone's instruction?

Vermouth couldn't think of any mistake she had made recently that would suppress her momentum, and if that person really wanted to suppress her, then her next mission might not be easy.

So she put down the glass and shook it towards the man sitting leisurely opposite her, "You will help me, right?"

Vermouth doesn't hate Rikkar, and their relationship can even be considered good when their interests don't conflict.

She wouldn't mind owing the other person a favor if she could get a guarantee after this.

"I can't reach America," Xing Haiyin paused, raised his eyes and smiled, "But I've been very free recently, and I'm happy to give that old man some trouble."

Hearing the man say this, Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion. In addition, she noticed the person who was going to be in trouble, and she quickly locked onto the target in her mind.

The scope of people who can be called old guys by Ricard has been greatly narrowed, but without exception, they are all high-ranking officials who have been in the organization for a long time.

If those arrogant old guys wanted to make a move on her, the gentleman above would indeed give them some face. This is a method that he has always used to appease people and it never gets old.

Vermouth knew that this meeting was not only a suppression of her, but also a silent warning from that person, so it was done so lightly instead of directly taking away the power of her subordinates.

After the two reached a consensus, Vermouth picked up her phone and started typing, and with her other hand she took out a small black machine from her handbag. Her slender fingers pressed the switch a few times, and the red light on it turned into a gentle green.

Xing Haiyin took a glance and recognized that it was a jammer developed by the organization. Because it was still in the trial stage, he directly rejected the request when asked if he needed it.

He hated samples that might go wrong at any time.

Unexpectedly, Vermouth has already got it.

"Oh, are you interested in this?" Vermouth noticed Xinghaiyin's gaze, pretended to be mysterious, put her index finger in front of her lips, and winked at him ambiguously.

"I'm more interested in whether you can survive until the next time we meet."

Xing Haiyin knows too well the methods used by those old guys who cling to money and power. After all, Vermouth is a cancer that has been standing in the organization for many years. It will not be so easy for them to let go of Vermouth.

That person's favor made her the target of many jealous eyes. Xinghai Yin couldn't count on his fingers how many people in the organization disliked Vermouth.

"Then wish me good luck." After saying this, Vermouth sent the email to Ricardo, and she tilted her head back and drank the last sip of wine.

The excess wine overflowed from between the rim of the glass and the lips, slid down the fair skin to the chin, and hung there, about to fall.

In fact, this was also a test for Vermouth. Those old guys simply disliked her because a canary in captivity was able to sit in the so-called high-level position.

As long as Vermouth can survive this attack on her own, she can gain a firm foothold.

Xing Haiyin was not interested in this. He just wanted to seize the opportunity to cause some trouble to those idle old immortals so that they would not be thinking about how to kill him all day long.

There are only advantages and disadvantages to cooperating with Vermouth. You can fight back fiercely and then step on the opponent's face and mock him back. Xinghaiyin is happy to give a little insignificant help.

"Speaking of which, Gin has started to re-investigate the undercover agents, and the previous one will probably be dug up and brought up again." After wiping off the wine stains, Vermouth suppressed the myriad emotions in her heart and restored her perfect expression. Her momentary indulgence just now was lightly covered up by the two of them.

"That? Who." Xing Haiyin checked the task details sent by the other party. This email was not edited temporarily and the content was quite complete. He was thinking about the feasibility while reading it. When he came to his senses, he was still a little uncomfortable.

Ricardo never considers the consequences of his actions, but after working as Xinghai Ya for a long time, he actually starts to worry about the consequences.

Even if it fails, the worst that can happen is Vermouth's death.

"That betrayed Metropolitan Police Department undercover, that was your first mission to silence someone without cooperating with Gin, right?" Vermouth recalled the little wolf who had a fierce look on his face when he met everyone at that time, and then looked at the man in front of her who seemed to be as leisurely as in an afternoon cafe, and she felt a rare sense of emotion.

"Because there was no body at the time, the authorities are still holding on to this matter." The woman ordered a cocktail. The bright color reflected in her eyes, calming her originally complicated mood a little.

She took a sip and continued, "It's normal that there are no bodies after the explosion. It's really pedantic to insist on seeing them."

"Come to think of it, what was the traitor's name? It happened so long ago." She obviously knew that Ricardo didn't remember people. This habit was exactly the same as Gin's, so she had made fun of the two of them.

It's obvious that they are incompatible.

"But you probably don't remember."

"Ueno." The gray-haired man raised his head, leaned back in his chair with a relaxed posture, and repeated it in a flat tone.

"Kenichi Ueno."