Chapter 81 New York Incident
Chapter 81 New York Incident (High Heat Quick Cooking) (Monthly Ticket Plus -1)
"Sha…Sharon?!"
Yukiko Kudo looked at the familiar face and exclaimed in surprise, "How did you disguise yourself as Officer Radishu?"
Vermouth looked in the direction where the young policeman left and smiled, "That policeman is my fan. When we were chatting, I heard that there was a car coming here, and I thought it might be you..."
As she spoke, she took off her coat. "This coat cost me a lot of money..."
Kudo Shinichi was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, Mom, how do you know this big star?"
Sharon Wynyard, a former Oscar winner, is quite famous.
"This one~"
Yukiko Kudo smiled and whispered to her son about her experience in learning disguise.
At this time, Mao Lilan in the back seat realized belatedly that the person in front of her was a big star. She excitedly leaned forward to the seat and said, "But I really have to thank God! I can actually see a big star like you on the street..."
God……
Hearing this, Vermouth frowned slightly.
There is no God in this world...
If that were true, how could all those bad things have happened before?
Vermouth looked at Xiaolan in silence.
Under normal circumstances, anyone who said in front of her that God is good and wonderful, or who tried to trick her into believing in heaven, gods, and God would have been shot to death by her.
But...it's just a disguise after all, and the person was brought by a friend.
——She endured it.
……
About twenty minutes after Kudo Yukiko and her two children entered the theater, a brown sedan arrived.
"Mr. Dongman, we're here... Oh! Isn't this the sports car?"
The driver immediately saw Kudo Yukiko's sports car parked on the side of the road.
In the back seat, Tokyo Tenman's eyes instantly brightened when he saw the silver sports car.
The target is right here! He didn't lose it!
The year-end bonus is secured!
"Okay, just wait for me outside and don't run around."
Tokyo Tenma gave a quick instruction, picked up his small bag and headed towards the Golden Apple Theater...the path next to it.
Just kidding, they have to check tickets at the door.
Who would go through the front door if they were a decent person?
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In the old neighborhood, in the abandoned building.
Inside the beer room, a blond man in a black windbreaker positioned the body of a silver man and placed a black pistol in the man's hand, which was not yet completely stiff.
There was an obvious bullet hole on the corpse's temple.
Blood flowed down his forehead and had not yet completely coagulated.
However, the blond man was very careful not to remove any blood... He was wearing gloves on his hands, and after arranging the body, he checked it carefully to make sure that there was no trace of his own hair left.
"That's it..."
Blonde and dark skin… Bourbon, of course.
Bourbon looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.
The body looked like it was a suicide, and he had cleaned up all external traces. He was also very particular about the body's clothes and the position where it fell. Even if a skilled detective came, he wouldn't be able to find anything suspicious.
After doing all this, Bourbon left the abandoned building and walked along the street, where he made a series of calls in a telephone booth.
The phone rang twice and then was hung up.
But Bourbon didn't react in particular. After putting the phone down, he picked it up again and dialed.
"The next step is to lure the fish into the trap..."
Bourbon gave a sinister smile.
When the phone prompt sounded, he immediately took out the mini recorder in his arms and got ready.
The moment the call was connected, he quickly pressed the play button:
"Help, help me! In the old street! The murderer appeared and he is chasing me..."
An anxious young woman's cry came from the recorder.
After playing this recording, Bourbon left the phone booth without even hearing the anxious voice on the other end of the line, leaving the phone hanging there. "You're indeed an actor..."
Bourbon smacked his lips.
After listening to the recording, he thought someone was really chasing him...
After picking up a guitar bag at the door of a store, Bourbon slowly left the old street.
……
Golden Apple Theatre.
Vermouth turned off the vibrating phone in her pocket and looked at the actresses who were frightened because their armor had fallen off, feeling full of disdain.
The woman who was almost hit was yelling about who was trying to harm her, then thanking God... and she just ignored Mao Lilan who saved her.
Vermouth looked at the actress named Rose and narrowed her eyes: "I say, you should thank this girl instead of God or heaven, right?"
"Oh! Yes, that's right!"
The actress named Rose then looked at Xiaolan with gratitude, "Thank you so much, little sister!"
Mao Lilan smiled and waved her hands: "It's okay, it's no big deal..."
Belmode: "..."
Why is this silly girl being so modest? Can't you see that this woman is acting with you?
Mao Lilan shook her hand and found a bloody mark on the back of her hand when she saved someone just now...
When Kudo Shinichi saw that she was injured, he hurriedly looked for a Band-Aid in his pocket.
Belmode: "..."
Forget it, forget it. Just be a good person and send the Buddha to the west.
"Come, wipe it off." Vermouth handed Xiaolan a handkerchief, "I told you there's no such thing as God, right? If there was, you wouldn't be hurt..."
Then she looked at Yukiko again, "Then I'll be leaving first..."
"Eh?" Kudo Yukiko was stunned, "Aren't you going to stay and watch their performance?"
"Ah...I suddenly remembered something."
Vermouth smiled, "Well, just enjoy it... I think there will be a good show."
She saw the murderous intent in that woman's eyes clearly.
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Old street.
Unpretentious vehicles stopped at every intersection.
West Side Street.
A man wearing a knitted hat, long black hair and a black windbreaker got out of a car.
Judging from his appearance, he should be an Asian.
The yellow-green eyes were a little cold and sharp...
He, Shuichi Akai, is a man that makes the Black Organization grit their teeth and is also the man that countless members yearn for.
"Mr. Akai, the report we received was in this area, but the woman only said it was in the old street and didn't say where specifically..." Another man got off the car, but he looked to be of European and American descent.
Akai Shuichi glanced at the dim alleys of the old street and narrowed his eyes. "It's okay. I'll clear them one by one."
The coldness from him made his companions behind him feel a little uncomfortable.
Maybe it's the aftereffect of staying in a certain organization...
"...Would it be too dangerous for you to be alone?"
"He is the dangerous one, the highway killer." There was an imperceptible excitement in Akai Shuichi's eyes.
Of course he had to act alone...
The reason why he took the initiative to intervene in this matter was because he smelled... the scent of those people!
Those guys were definitely behind this highway killer - Shuichi Akai firmly believed this.
Provincial Assistant: Vermouth VS Akai Shuichi ahead
(End of this chapter)