Ke Xue: I Have A Duplicate Life Of My Wives

Riverside.

Late at night.

The evening breeze brings a hint of coolness.

The back door of the car was open, and Hanyu Shirasawa touched his neck vigorously, and said helplessly to the woman next to him:

"What do you mean by that? Although I don't have a mirror, I know there must be a lot of imprints. 11

"Hmph~"

Bell Moder didn't answer at all, just snorted coldly so softly.

At this time, she was holding a leather band, tied her silky blonde hair, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was still some sweat on her forehead.

"Alas: ...

Hanyu Shirasawa saw that she didn't speak, so he simply ignored the matter and asked the matter: "Now let's talk about the situation here."

Bell Moder sat down after tidying up, and said lightly: "Recently, there were undercover agents in the organization, stealing a list of our undercover New York, so that many important undercover agents were exposed and arrested."

"This way."

Hanyu Shirasawa nodded.

But I still feel quite normal in my heart.

After all, twenty years ago, in the Dusk Annex, even Takami Tatsu and Heihachiro Shiota were able to blend in, and it was not unacceptable for undercover agents who were invaded by others to steal the list.

Bell Moder continued: 020 "It is also because of the exposure of undercover agents, which has caused many of our peripheral forces to be hit. It can be said that the organizational power of New York can be said to be the weakest compared with the organizational power of other branches in the world. But we have important things here, and we can't give up.

Hanyu Shirasawa narrowed.

There are important things that cannot be given up yet.

He was thinking frantically in his mind, thinking about many things in the original book, but it seemed that nothing was right here.

But also, after all, this is twenty years before the plot begins, and it's normal to be right.

"My mission this time is simple, find other FBI undercover agents in our organization, and at the same time create as much chaos as possible here. It would be better to be able to kill the FBI director if he could.

"Who?" Hanyu Shirasawa asked.

"Alan Mackenzie is a master of guns. Of course, even if you don't kill him, kill the two current FBI aces, John Starling and James Bu Laike will also do

"John S. Starling? James Laike?"

Hanyu Shirasawa found the name familiar.

The first one (daca) does not say.

The second is probably the old boss who is often with Akai Shuichi after the plot begins.

Unexpectedly, twenty years ago, the other party was called the trump card of the FBI, although it was only one of them, but it was certainly not something that ordinary people could deal with.

As for the second John Starling。

This reminds him of the later Jodie · Starling。

In this case, this guy may be Jodie's father.

In the original book, she also died twenty years ago, or was killed by Bell Mode, and combined with her words just now, everything seems to be right.

"I probably know. It's been this time late, doing everything to stop the FBI, not to crack down on and track down organizations, right?"

"It's the same to say that."

"Okay."

Hanyu Shirasawa nodded, as for the undercover matter, he didn't need to worry, it was none of his business.

And this time period.

Yukiko that woman has retreated, indicating that Bell Modal and the other party have now changed their faces, so finding an undercover agent should be very simple for her.

"That: ............” Hanyu Shirasawa thought of what had just happened again, and couldn't help but say, "Didn't you say that you took the previous things as a shame? Why also..."

"Have you forgotten?"

Bell Molder stretched out his slender jade hand, gently hooked it on his chin, and said faintly:

"Don't forget that you have been my servant since the beginning. No matter how many years have passed, you can only be this identity. As a servant, solving problems for your master is what you should have done. ”

Hanyu Shirasawa said helplessly, "So, I'm now a tool for you to vent?"

"Of course."

Bell Molder got out of the car, went to the main driver's position, started the car and left.

Glancing at Hanyu Shirasawa, who was sitting back, he hesitated, bit his red lip, and still said:

"I only have you as a tool, from the very beginning to now.

Although she didn't say what it was, Hanyu Shirasawa was able to understand what she meant.

It left him wondering whether to cry or laugh.

He didn't really want to ask this, and it was true, after all, he was a participant, and he knew best what the situation was.

But this also shows.

This woman is not as ruthless as she says, and I probably don't know what the reason is, so she chose to say this.

"Ahem." Hanyu Shirasawa asked, "Where to go next?"

"My resting place." Bell Maud replied in a rather unpleasant tone.

She was annoyed by what she had just said.

After all, the meaning of that sentence is that she cares about Hanyu Shirasawa, otherwise she would not say so, which makes her a little unable to get off the stage.

But said it all.

It's too late to regret.

So the face re-installed an indifferent expression and said indifferent words:

"If you don't want to go, you can just pick a place to get off."

"Let's go to you. I don't have a penny on me except weapons. ”

The next time.

Quiet inside the car.

I drove for more than forty minutes, detoured an unknown number of corners, and finally stopped in front of a villa.

Bell Modal walked in with Hanyu Shirasawa, turned on the light, brushed it, and the whole villa lit up.

It can only be said that it is a rich person.

The decoration is not much different from the post-modern one.

"Tell me what you need, or I'll go to sleep." Bell Mord stood at the top of the stairs and looked back at him.

"Where do I sleep?"

"Sofa. The upstairs room can only be slept by the master, please find out, servant. ”

"I'm a little hungry."

"The kitchen and bathroom on the ground floor are all there, so you can do whatever you want. And?"

After Bell Mord asked, he seemed to have sensed that the question was over, and without waiting for him to answer, he turned upstairs, leaving a moving back.

Alas............

Hanyu Shirasawa sighed and drove around the building.

It was exactly what she said, except for the bed without sleeping, everything else.

Glancing at the empty staircase.

Think about what happened in the car before.

The more you think about it, the more angry you get, the more angry you get.

"It's just excessive, huh!"

Hanyu Shirasawa burst out and strode upstairs to get an explanation with her.