The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

"How much free time do you have?"

Xinghai Yinwei raised his head and let Vermouth do what he wanted to his face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the other person's middle-aged face, which belonged to the big star Sharon Binyard.

"Ah, that was an appointment with them, and it didn't delay the completion of the mission, right?" Vermouth said with a smile, "And I also met two very interesting children."

Xing Haiyin did not comment on her words, and lowered his eyelids to resist putting the contact lenses into his eyes. Vermouth did not make any further requests, and put them down when she saw that he did not want to wear them.

It was enough to bring the Rikar people here. This task still had to be completed by her herself. Relying on external forces would only make this situation recurring. It would be better to cut the grass and eradicate it completely at once.

Besides, Ricard is just a safeguard and there is no need for him to pretend to be perfect.

It's not impossible for her to get away with it.

Vermouth tore off the disguise on her face, revealing the extremely beautiful face underneath, and took out the photo of the target of disguise and took a look at it.

This face belongs to the road demon who has been rampant recently. Of course, her target is not this man. Her purpose is to use this man as bait to lure out Ley who has returned to the FBI.

Although the United States is indeed her home ground, it is still the official organizations that hold the real power. Under normal circumstances, she could certainly use various other methods to find Lei, but now she is restricted in every way.

The pressure from above was on her all the time, and she was watched in every move with calculating eyes, which made people feel sick just thinking about it.

The bright and beautiful woman in the mirror disappeared, replaced by a somewhat sloppy and messy man with messy silver hair tied up casually.

He picked up the clothes prepared beside him, his eyes full of determination.

The two of them acted separately, and Ricard was only responsible for taking over the task when she made a mistake. Vermouth would not be arrogant enough to think that she could kill Lei independently, so she needed external help.

Lei didn't have to be killed. What he needed most was to scare his subordinates off and stop them from making any more moves and suppress their unnecessary thoughts.

If the main purpose was really to kill the defected Lei, this task would not have fallen on her at all.

When Xinghaiyin went out, he found it was raining outside. They were in Vermouth's safe house, and he didn't want to rummage through the drawers looking for an umbrella that he didn't know whether it existed or not.

At this time, he remembered the US dollars he had placed in Xinghaiya or on the bedside. At that time, he thought he would stay in Japan for a while, so he put all the money he had there, which also meant that he had no money on him.

All the expenses along the way were paid for by Vermouth. This woman seemed to be very thoughtful in this regard, so he just remembered now that he didn't even have the money to take a taxi to the mission location.

At this time, he remembered that when Vermouth came back, she was holding an umbrella in her hand. Of course, the other party could not take that umbrella away. After all, she was about to face more than just a chase.

Umbrellas are too much of a nuisance.

So he successfully found the umbrella at the door and finally got out before the agreed time.

For convenience, the location that Vermouth had initially planned was not far from here. Xinghaiyin could even smell a faint smell of gunpowder when he got closer.

The light rain did not dilute everything that should be wiped out, and even after the heavy rain washed away the dust, it amplified the disharmonious elements in the air.

When Vermouth's email came, he was standing in an alley. The deserted, abandoned building exuded a vague mystery. He stood at the door of the building with an umbrella, looking up at the iron curtain that had been opened.

Quite a coincidence.

After taking a look at the content of the email, Vermouth was shot in the abdomen. Measures have been taken to stop the bleeding, so her movements are not greatly hindered.

Xing Haiyin had no plan to go up and meet up. Vermouth was the only one in the building now. It didn't matter whether he went up or not, but the FBI who came to search would definitely be hiding downstairs.

After replying the email to Vermouth, Xinghaiyin waited quietly for his prey to come. In fact, he didn't have many weapons on him, but he looked inexplicably calm.

Most of the weapons that could be taken away were eliminated during the security check on the plane. The organization has not yet developed materials that can be blocked from detection, so he could only pick out a few handy ones from Vermouth.

It's not that he was particularly handy with the gun, after all, there weren't many of the types of guns he usually used. Most of the models were portable but had small magazine capacities. He only took one gun and brought two magazines.

Car lights came on in the distance, and Xing Haiyin took a few steps into the shadows. Firstly, he didn't want to be splashed with water, and secondly, although the FBI was stupid and unconventional, this kind of search would not require them to blatantly expose their location by driving a car.

Unless they don't want to catch anyone.

When the car approached, Xinghaiyin looked over with his peripheral vision. It was a taxi. As expected, it had nothing to do with this incident. It was just taking a shortcut.

This driver is quite talented. Even though there were news reports flying everywhere and anyone should have known that this was the time when road demons were most active, this car still drove at full speed towards a place with fewer people.

After walking a long distance and avoiding the splashing water, Xinghaiyin took a few steps outside after the car left. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that a few people were walking by at the intersection not far away.

The gray-haired man tilted his head with interest to look at the swaying figures over there, and guessed in his heart that those should be the FBI who were chasing Vermouth.

Although I don’t know whether Lei is inside, that man will definitely be attracted to Vermouth and will not be far away.

Xing Haiyin reached for the gun in his pocket, ready to fire a shot to attract the attention of those people, and preferably to lure Lei as well.

But before he took out the gun, a light pink color floated before his eyes. He felt that the color was somewhat familiar to him. It was the color of the handkerchief that Vermouth used to carry with her.

He frowned and was about to look up to see what the woman was doing when he heard the sound of brakes not far away, followed by the sound of a car door opening and footsteps.

Xing Haiyin raised his eyebrows. His recent complaints about the driver were still fresh in his mind, and he even wanted to laugh.

He didn't want to drag ordinary people into this. Although gunfights were common in the United States, it would be troublesome to drag ordinary people into this. Xing Haiyin was about to put away his umbrella and walk towards the FBI, but footsteps approached him first.

The gray-haired man subconsciously hid in a blind spot, walked along the bricks beside the wall, turned his back to the person who was coming, and used an umbrella to cover his back.

Just in case, it is better to avoid the possibility of testimony exposing the possibility that he was here. Otherwise, those old men would probably hold on to this matter and accuse him of interfering in Vermouth's mission.

"How strange, it clearly fell nearby." The girl's clear voice said in Japanese, her tone full of confusion. The sound spread in the empty alley, loud enough for the man who was about to leave to hear clearly.

Xing Haiyin paused and turned back without hesitation, much faster than when he left. His light gray-blue eyes were fixed on the girl who was looking for something not far behind him.

He recognized the other person instantly at a glance.

That's Maorilan.