Conan: Top succubus, crazy CP

Chapter 1010 Sister Bei secretly doing things

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, in London.

Compared to the neon lights that were already on at night and even magical girls were flying in the sky, it was only evening here, the rush hour after get off work, and the streets were crowded with cars.

The setting sun is like a salted egg yolk, hanging lazily in the sky.

The water of the Thames was dyed golden red, which contrasted with the uniquely shaped MI6 headquarters building on the opposite bank of the river, which looked like several cubes stacked together, creating an atmosphere full of British spy films.

The organization has had a troublesome issue recently.

They carefully planned a plan, preparing to arrange someone to disguise himself as a target and sneak into MI6 without being noticed, so as to find out the list of "rats" planted by MI6 inside the winery.

Moreover, they have a perfect candidate for disguise, with a suitable identity and a rare opportunity.

The plan was simple: just "get rid of" the target's wife, who would likely see through the disguise due to their familiarity, and then he could perfectly infiltrate MI6 using her identity. It was seamless... at least on paper.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

But something went wrong at the last moment.

After a "friendly" investigation, the organization discovered to their horror that the wife of the person being disguised had a serious identity problem...

It's not about how powerful or good at fighting she is, but about the network of relationships behind her, and there's a big shot who they absolutely can't afford to offend, and who they feel sick to their teeth even when his name is mentioned.

Although reliable intelligence indicates that neither the boss nor the disguised person's wife is aware of their distant relationship, but...

The organization doesn’t dare to gamble!

If the bet is wrong, the intelligence is incorrect, or there is a mistake in any link, then it will be a big joke.

That big guy won't reason with you or present evidence.

If he says he will destroy your headquarters, he will definitely destroy your headquarters and will not leave you even a brick. By the way, he can also turn the money you deposited in the Swiss bank into his pocket money.

Because of this critical situation, the plan that had originally invested a lot of resources had to be reluctantly abandoned. After all, life and headquarters were more important.

As a result, a "general of the organization" who had been hanging out in the organization base recently, watching shows, and occasionally commenting on Gin's incompetence accidentally noticed this shelved plan.

Then... this plan was taken over with a smile by this "general" who was eager to watch the fun, under the euphemism of "sharing the burden for the organization."

then……

London.

Vauxhall Bridge.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the bridge and the pedestrians very long.

A tall and agile blonde woman wearing a retro wide-brimmed hat, whose stunning figure could not be concealed even in a windbreaker, was leaning on the bridge railing, holding a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, with only the bottom of the cup left.

The brim of the hat cleverly covered most of her face, revealing only a unique strand of spiral curls that seemed to have their own stylist, and her beautifully contoured jaw.

Her eyes, blue as a lake, looked at the Thames River flowing slowly under the bridge. She seemed calm and leisurely, as if she was enjoying the beautiful sunset. But in fact, all the muscles in her body were in a subtle state of alert, ready to explode at any time, like a female leopard ready to pounce.

She is waiting for someone.

Waiting for a man who has disappeared for more than ten years and now suddenly appears.

An unknown amount of time passed, but as if he had calculated the time, a man who was also wearing a hat, with an upright figure and steady steps, walked slowly from the other end of the bridge and finally stopped beside her, keeping a perfect distance.

"you are late."

The blonde beauty, Akai Mari, spoke without turning her head, her voice cold and clear, with no emotion in her voice, just like the weather in London.

The man, or rather, the man disguised as "Akai Tsutomu," smiled and said in a deliberately imitated, slightly apologetic and tired tone, "Sorry, Mary, there was a traffic jam and I'm late. It's been so long since we last met that I couldn't remember where our old place was, so I took a detour nearby."

The reason sounds reasonable.

Hearing this, Akai Mari's heart sank slightly.

The corners of her mouth curled up in an extremely subtle, cold arc, and she continued in a calm tone, as if a wife was concerned about her husband's work: "Have you found the real murderer of Haneda Hiroshi?"

This is a case that only the real Akai Tsutomu would know and care about.

"Akai Tsutomu" sighed, his tone becoming heavy and helpless. "So far, we've only discovered that the mastermind behind Koji's murder is a massive transnational criminal organization with extensive connections and deep networks. They've targeted me, and now I can only flee. I don't dare contact you easily, for fear of bringing danger to you."

The answer was flawless.

It even has a bit of a tragic heroic tone.

"Why haven't you contacted me for more than 10 years?"

Akai Mary asked, this is the most crucial question.

A perfect amount of pain and bewilderment appeared on Akai Tsutomu's face. "When I was being hunted before, I suffered a severe head injury and lost my memory. I forgot many important things, including you and the children... Thanks to meeting you again this time, I was able to remember some things and return to MI6..."

He cleverly changed the subject and asked, "What about the sons? Are they okay?"

Mary lowered her head slightly, and the shadow of her hat brim better concealed the fierce look that flashed across her eyes.

"No, I came with my daughter."

"daughter?"

"Akai Mutake" looked surprised.

How could she not know she had a daughter? It wasn't in the script!

Is Akai Tsutomu going to be a father?

This information error is quite large!

The man's reaction completely shattered the last bit of hope in Mary Akai's heart, and she sank to the bottom of the cold Thames.

She raised her head, her eyes sharp as a hawk, but her voice was deliberately calm, as if guiding the other person's memory: "It seems that you still haven't fully remembered... You held her in your arms before, when she was just born."

"Akai Tsutomu" immediately echoed her words, acting as if he'd been enlightened, as if suddenly realizing something. His tone even carried a hint of "fatherly love" in his voice: "Oh! You mean that child? I remember now! A pink and tender little ball! Has he grown so big now? Time flies!"

His acting skills are at the level of an actor.

Well, that’s not right, she is already the best actress.

A former international film queen who just made a comeback can only be called a junior in front of her.

The moment he finished speaking——

"Clap!"

The coffee cup in Akai Mary's hand fell onto the bridge.

She raised her head suddenly, and a tear actually slid across the corner of her eye, but behind those tears was raging rage and cold murderous intent!

"Akai Tsutomu" pretended to be surprised: "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

"I'm asking you!" Akai Mari's voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable anger and trembling. "When we separated, our daughter was still in my belly! Where did you get her?! Was it a ghost?!"

She suddenly pulled out a pistol from inside her windbreaker, and pressed the black muzzle against the forehead of "Akai Wuwu"!

"Who are you?! Why are you pretending to be Wuwu?!"

"Akai Tsutomu", who was pointed at by a gun, did not panic. Instead, he "tsk his lips" in a relaxed manner, as if with a little regret.

At the same time, the deep male voice that he had deliberately imitated began to undergo wonderful changes. His voice became higher, more neutral and magnetic, with a unique, lazy rhythm.

Almost at the same time, another pistol equipped with a silencer quietly stretched out from behind Mary and pressed coldly against the back of her head.

The gunman was like a ghost, silent and invisible.

"Akai Mutake" reached out and gracefully took off his hat.

He placed his fingers on the edge of his jaw and gently tore it—

A human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing was removed, revealing a beautiful face underneath the mask that was captivating, charming, yet also a bit evil and cold.

His emerald eyes were like deep pools, and his lips were twitched in a playful, controlling smile.

Time seems to be particularly fond of her.

"Yes, I am indeed not Akai Tsutomu."

Her voice has completely changed into that of a mature woman, lazy and dangerous.

"Vermouth."

She opened her red lips slightly, "The one who came to take your life."

She stopped pretending and came clean.

She is Vermouth, the Thousand-Faced Witch, and a core member of the organization.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, giving her a layer of strange and dangerous golden edge, as if she was a messenger from hell covered with holy light.

The atmosphere on the bridge instantly changed from the warmth of a long-awaited reunion to a cold and murderous one.