Chapter 697 News About the Devil (50 Monthly Tickets Plus More!!!)

7:20pm.

There was the sound of rushing water upstairs, and raindrops tapped on the glass that had gradually aged with the passage of time.

Sakaki was sitting on the sofa with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him. The feeling of being wet all over made him feel uncomfortable.

The humidity in the room was very heavy. If you moved even a little, you could hear the groaning of the wooden boards. Not to mention the smell of rot and mildew, you could occasionally see a black mouse as long as a finger scurrying under the cabinet.

There was obviously a mouse in the house, but the pure black old cat lying on Sakaki Cheng's lap was so lazy that he didn't even raise his eyelids, not caring at all about the other party stealing oil or grinding his teeth.

They say pets follow their owners, Sakaki believes

The old cat's behavior has nothing to do with the old woman next to him who has a blanket covering her legs and wearing reading glasses while sewing clothes.

[The Meteorological Observatory has just issued an orange rainstorm warning. The rainfall has reached more than 50 mm, accompanied by level 6 winds, and is expected to last for more than 3 hours]

The black-and-white television set rustled and occasionally lost response, annoying the listener.

But the old woman didn't take it seriously, she had long been used to it.

A gust of wind blew and the doors and windows shook violently. Sakaki once wondered how old this apartment was.

Picking up the coffee, Sakaki was just about to warm up when he heard a loud noise from upstairs. It seemed like something hit the floor. The dust fell accurately into the coffee cup, and a cloud of dust floated on it. A dark gray oil film.

Tangled for a long time

Sakaki Cheng put down the coffee.

He didn't want to taste the dirt, maybe there was rat droppings in it.

not long after

After taking a shower, Belmod limped into the living room.

She wore a black T-shirt and held a white towel. While wiping her long silver hair, her red and swollen right toe did not dare to touch the ground. Her movements were quite joyful, but her expression remained indifferent.

When she came to the living room, she went straight to the refrigerator, took out a plate of ham sandwiches that had been there for an unknown period of time and even the lettuce was wilted from the fresh-keeping layer, then returned to the sofa and sat down.

Ignoring Sakaki's surprised gaze, she bit into her sandwich and glanced at the fluorescent TV.

The atmosphere in the living room was very strange.

The old woman suddenly put down her half-mended clothes, stood up, opened the cabinet, slapped the mouse away, and placed a white medical box on the table.

"Um."

Belmod gently agreed, and after finishing his sandwich, he opened the medical kit, took out a bottle of bruise spray, and sprayed it on his toes.

"call"

The feeling of fullness + the faint disappearing pain made her let out a long sigh of relief with a happy expression.

At this time, she noticed that Sakaki had been staring at her and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

Sakaki shook his head:

"What did you bring me here for?"

"Waiting for someone."

Belmode took out the makeup box from her bag and started applying lipstick in front of the small mirror.

"How long will it take?"

He didn't ask who he was waiting for, and Sakaki didn't care who came.

what he needs

It's time.

It's 7:30 now, and the plane will take off at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning. Forget about the time spent on the road.

Sakaki must complete the assassination before midnight and head to New York.

Otherwise, we can't go with Kidd and the others.

"Half an hour."

Belmode said without raising his head:

"Don't worry, they will come with information."

"Since I agree to act with you, I will clear the way for you and ensure that you return to Japan safely."

"but."

She glanced at Sakaki Makoto sideways:

"I have helped you so much regardless of past grudges. You should also understand my difficulties."

"Once things become impossible, we must retreat immediately. Do you agree?"

"agree."

Sakaki nodded:

"Of course I won't put myself in a desperate situation just for the sake of a prey."

"That's good."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Belmod put down the mirror with satisfaction, got up and walked towards the stairs:

"I'll change some clothes if you want to take a shower."

"There's hot water up there."

"Need not."

Sakaki declined politely:

"Where's my suitcase?"

"In my other apartment, didn't bring it."

"."

The evening news was playing on the TV, and the host was reporting in real time on the beach despite the strong wind. The howling wind was raging outside the apartment. The house was not quiet, but the old woman and the cat on her lap were in a peaceful mood, each busy with their own business.

"Can I smoke?"

Sakaki asked suddenly.

After pausing her palms, the old woman looked at him, bent down and took out an ashtray from under the table, and then continued to mend her clothes.

"Thank you."

Crack!

The flames rose faintly, and the cat stretched, jumped off the sofa lightly, and got into the arms of the old woman.

It doesn't like the smell of smoke.

With the tobacco burning, Sakaki leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and thought about a plan to deal with Lecter.

Lecter, the psychiatrist, is obviously a difficult enemy.

Just from the other person's eyes, Sakaki noticed the difference from ordinary people.

If he is compared to an assassin walking in the dark, then Lecter is a piranha waiting for his prey to come to him.

One moment of silence, one moment of movement.

Deal with this kind of person.

It is inappropriate to use forceful attack.

We must use roundabout tactics to create a situation where we are left alone.

8pm sharp.

In the heavy rain, a car stopped in front of the old apartment. Two men in black got out. One of them was smoking with an umbrella, and the other took out a silver box from the trunk in the rain.

Knock!

The door of the apartment was knocked again, and Sakaki Makoto slowly opened his eyes.

The old woman got up and opened the door. Vermouth sat on the sofa without moving, holding a cup of coffee, looking deeply ahead, wondering what she was thinking.

Soon

the old woman led two men in black with dripping boots in.

Upon seeing Vermouth, the two men in black shouted respectfully:

"Big sister, long time no see."

"Did you bring the things?"

"Yes."

A man in black stepped forward and put the silver box on the table. He glanced at Vermouth's slender and straight legs without leaving a trace and said:

"Two bulletproof vests, two flash stun grenades, one FN57 pistol, a FAMAS automatic rifle with an infrared sight, two FBI agent certificates, and a walkie-talkie."

"What do you want these things for?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't."

Vermouth checked the box and confirmed that it was correct.

She threw the FN57 and bulletproof vest to Makoto Sakaki and said:

"The Kevlar bulletproof vests used by the police cannot be penetrated by ordinary pistol bullets."

"Yeah."

Sakaki Cheng looked at the FN57 pistol in his hand, which had a plastic texture, and smiled:

"SS190 bullets are very close to rifle bullets. Within a distance of 50m, they can penetrate 48 layers of Kevlar bulletproof vests. It is a veritable bulletproof vest terminator."

"Where is the intelligence."

Vermouth asked:

"I asked you to investigate the FBI agents who arrived in Boston today. Did you get any results?"

"Yes."

The man in black took out a stack of documents from his arms:

"This afternoon, the FBI dispatched the BAU Analysis Section of the New York Branch, including the one who came to Boston"