Chapter 183: Sister Bei opened the door, the gift arrived
Chieda Riho looked at Calvados' incomprehensible expression, as if he was enduring something unspeakable.
She thought for a moment and realized, yes, that's right, this person had been tied up for a day, and he couldn't eat, drink, or defecate.
Chie Riho lowered her head and looked at him with contempt.
This is what happens if you come to attack Noriko.
He is weak and loves to play arrogant assassination methods, so he deserves the end.
Calvados, who felt inexplicably despised: "..."
It's okay to be stepped on by the woman who defeated me, it's quite... It's not unacceptable, but why do you, a bodyguard under a young lady, look at me like this?
Only then did Calvados pay more attention to this woman. She was the first female bodyguard who interrupted him before continuing to shoot. Her skills were pretty good, and her fighting movements were more military-style.
If she hadn't interrupted herself from shooting, she would have killed the eldest daughter of her family.
Calvados had a cold face, expressionless, but his eyes were a little sinister. Miss Amemiya might be difficult to kill, but wouldn't it be easy to lure out your bodyguard and kill her?
"Wait until I go back and recover from my injuries before I come back."
Regarding the Amamiya family's two consecutive defeats, Bermod would be too embarrassed if he knew about it.
Amamiya Noriko, who was about to go to the front door, glanced at him before leaving. She still didn't give up. It seemed that the more emotionally obsessed a person is, the more he holds a grudge.
Calvados, what a bottle of wine, cheers.
Outside the art museum, just as she thought, there were still people secretly observing the art museum.
Gin and Vodka went to work, so it was Chianti and Cohen who were being followed at the Rice Krispies Museum.
Miss Chianti is very irritable at the moment, because she has been looking at the art gallery all day, and there is no sign of Calvados at all.
"Maybe he has escaped. He is unable to escape somewhere. After all, he has not fallen into the hands of the police."
Cohen, who has white hair and a usually cold expression and wears a baseball cap, wiped his black goggles and breathed a sigh of relief.
Chianti gritted his teeth and said: "Calvados, this idiot, became so stupid after being obsessed with that woman in Belmode that I have to wait here for him."
Cohen was silent for a while and put on his goggles: "It's really stupid."
Because Calvados is essentially a sniper like them, but instead of killing people with a sniper, this idiot is planning to kill people with a pistol and then throw smoke bombs and run away?
It’s not that I can’t understand it, because waiting for the target to come out and kill it with a sniper rifle is too dull? I really can’t experience the pleasure of resolving hatred.
But now his whereabouts are unknown? This is stupid.
When Chianti saw a group of people coming out of the art gallery, he picked up his sniper rifle and looked at these people through the sniper scope. He was so amused that he moved the crosshairs over their heads one by one for his own amusement.
"No."
Cohen took a look through the binoculars, and then his eyes fell on the woman who came out of the art gallery later. She was smiling and saying goodbye to others. It seemed to be a business relationship.
Except that she looks a little too beautiful? There is nothing strange about it. When he was about to look away and glance at the back door of the art museum as usual, he was shaken by the reflection.
Every sniper will be very concerned about this kind of reflection.
He paused and watched the woman take out a small mirror for touch-up makeup. She opened her mouth slightly, and bright lipstick was outlined on her thin pink lips. Her movements were light and unhurried, elegant and indifferent.
After sketching, she pursed her red lips and smiled gently, as charming and attractive as a blooming red rose.
Chianti, who was also observing with a sniper rifle, also saw this scene and glanced at Cohen, who had not moved the telescope for a long time. "Does it look good?"
"..."
Cohen blushed and coughed slightly. He moved the telescope to the back of the art museum. Didn't he see anything strange? "Nothing unusual."
"whispering sound."
Chianti sneered? It seems that I spent a long time watching today in vain? He curled his lips indifferently: "It's so boring."
She also casually looked at the woman through the rejection mirror. She smiled and frowned, seeming to grasp everything with her indifferent temperament. Her beautiful face made other people's eyes always slide past her. There was something about her that made her
There was a feeling that this woman and Belmod would probably get along very well.
"She's so beautiful and amazing."
Chianti placed his crosshairs between the woman's eyebrows in a playful manner, feeling a sense of pleasure that no matter how powerful the prey was, she had locked it.
In front of the art museum.
Amamiya Noriko, who originally just came out to shake her face, did not change her expression, but her eyebrows unconsciously tightened, which was similar to the feedback of holding the pen refill an inch in front of her eyebrows.
"I was targeted."
Amamiya Noriko lowered her head, and her delicate hands seemed to gently pull up and slide down some of the stockings. When she raised her head, her eyes scanned through the hanging bangs at several places where she might aim at this place. Her eyesight was very easy thanks to her physical constitution.
's found.
"Chianti, Cohen."
Sure enough, someone was still following her, she thought. If a wine with a code name had lost contact and its whereabouts were unknown, the winery would not respond at all.
"Then I can only say that thank you for your hard work. Once you receive the news about Calvados from Sister Bei, you will no longer need to blow the northwest wind up there."
With a slight curl of the corner of her mouth, Amamiya Noriko walked down the steps in front of the art museum, got on her motorcycle, and rode straight away from the art museum to the Rice Flower Hotel where Belmode was staying.
Chianti was a little concerned about this somewhat inexplicable woman. Her sudden smile just now made her think she was the woman from Belmode.
It's just that she still has to watch here and can't leave.
But this did not prevent her from taking out her mobile phone and contacting Gin: "Is there any news about Calvados? The museum has gained nothing at all. It is a complete waste of time."
Gin was complained as soon as he answered the phone: "..."
"Keep watching. If Calvados is not found again, consider him dead."
Gin's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, and Chianti was a little curious: "What are you doing over there?"
"Fix the car."
Chianti was stunned by Gin's brief words: "Repair the car?"
"That's it, you continue to watch and contact me if you have any news."
But Gin hung up the phone immediately after saying that. Chianti felt unhappy for a while after being hung up on. Gin's classic car broke down?
"Although it happens very rarely, it doesn't seem strange if you think about it carefully. After all, you are so old."
Chianti muttered and could only continue to stare at the art gallery.
On the other side, Gin, who was in the car repair shop, hung up the phone and looked at the car mechanic in front of him expressionlessly: "Isn't it possible?"
"Yeah, it's not impossible. It's just that your car is quite old, boss. I don't know much about it. If you can improve the anti-theft protection, I'd definitely have to take it apart first..."
The person on the other side was in a dilemma. The request made by these two owners who seemed not to be trifled with was really rare. They wanted to strengthen the anti-theft. They just asked if it was possible. If not, they would not let him touch the car.
But for such an old model car, unless you find an equally experienced master, he will have to take it apart and take a look...
Vodka picked up his collar with one hand and threatened: "Can you just say a word?! Otherwise, you want to touch my brother's car?"
The guy was about to cry. This big guy didn't look easy to talk to. He could only cautiously say that it should be okay, but he was still muttering in his heart. A car is not a bicycle or a motorcycle. It's not easy to deal with if it's stolen. Who?
It's okay to steal a car.
I can only secretly say that I am unlucky. These days, I look like a gangster, so fierce, I am actually afraid that my car will be stolen.
Gin nodded and said calmly: "I'll do some maintenance by the way."
Vodka let go and put the man down. He was still very strong and could lift the man up with one hand. Although he was a little rude, he was also gentle at times.
For example, when closing the car door of my eldest brother.
Here Gin and Vodka worked all night to maintain the car in the repair shop. On the other side, Belmode was checking the information collected by Bourbon.
She had been on the line with Bourbon a few years ago, and their cooperative relationship was still intact.
At this moment, the information in her hand clearly belonged to Noriko Amamiya.
Her junior sister, just looking at the information collected by Bourbon, Amamiya Noriko seems to be the eldest lady of the Amamiya Foundation, but she is approachable and does not have the airs of a eldest lady outside of school. She has a soft personality, a kind heart, and is very considerate of her friends.
, occasionally there is some liveliness that does not suit the temperament of a young lady.
The last sentence was added by Bourbon himself. Since Amamiya Noriko came directly to him to ask for a photo, he added a slight comment to avoid being accused by someone in the organization of covering up his acquaintance with her.
It was this last sentence that made Belmod couldn't help but smile, and he recognized Bourbon's information gathering ability.
Because she is more familiar with Bourbon and Amamiya Noriko, and she also had good guidance on this junior sister's makeup in Hawaii. I know that she usually behaves softly and cutely, but in private, she is lively and can be said to be fake. Even
It can be said that there is a lot hidden.
"Although it's not very deep, Bomoto should have had contact with Noriko."
Bellmode guessed it right based on this comment.
In addition, there is also information about Amamiya Noriko's studies and physical aspects, and her studies are completely impeccable. From a brief investigation, she has achieved excellent results from childhood to adulthood.
As for the body's frequent fevers and colds, Belmode had already heard about it, but looking at the information in his hand at this time, he was still a little speechless. It was too frequent.
She didn't know whether this little junior sister's physical fitness was good or not. She was weak and had good physical fitness at the same time.
There is a karate competition that reached the semi-finals of the National League, which seems quite unexpected.
"Oh? Aren't these my angel and cool guy?"
From Amamiya Noriko's friends, Belmode naturally saw the names of Maori Ran and Kudo Shinichi, as well as the accompanying photos.
Bellmode raised her eyebrows slightly, but she had known for a long time that Noriko Amamiya, Shinichi Kudo and Xiaolan were close to each other in New York.
At this time, she briefly browsed through the information about Xiaolan and Shinichi. Because originally, she only asked for Noriko Amamiya from Bourbon, so there was not much information about Xiaolan and Shinichi, but she still saw Kudo Shinichi.
The conclusion of the column "Unaccounted for".
"Is your whereabouts unknown?"
Belmod frowned slightly, but before she could think any more, there was a knock on the door.
"who?"
Belmode did not let down his guard, walked over slowly and said calmly at the door.
The voice of a hotel waiter she remembered came from outside the door: "Miss Wynyard, someone at the front desk asked me to give you a gift. She said her name is Baileys, and the gift seems to be a greeting card."
Hearing Bailey's name, Bellmode opened his eyes slightly, and then smiled charmingly. Unexpectedly, in Japan, she came to her door not long after he arrived.
As for the greeting card, at least there is no possibility of giving him a bomb. Furthermore, the mysterious Baileys probably doesn't mean to be particularly hostile to him.
She reached out to open the door, ready to take the greeting card and check it out, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw a taller figure than the waiter in her impression approaching.
With a calm face, Belmod turned aside and reached out to touch the holster between her thighs. Suddenly she saw that the figure was Calvados who fell straight down. She let Calvados, who was tied up and unable to move, fall to the ground.
, turning his head to look at the slender figure at the door.
"Good evening, Belmode~"
With a smile on her face, Amamiya Noriko raised her hand and took off the newsboy cap on her head, looking quite polite. She still used the waiter's voice to say good night, and said her name in the charming voice of Baileys.
This waiter's voice was something she noted down after a brief chat below.
"Baileys."
Belmod's expression remained unchanged and she responded with a chuckle. She was slightly more concerned about Bailey's voice-changing technique. She didn't hear any obvious flaws just now.
In addition to her superb transformation skills, what's more important is that she now completely looks like Chris Wynyard. There is absolutely no appearance that she has shown in front of Baileys. How can she be so sure that it is herself?
The two people's eyes looked at each other, and they seemed to be smiling and happy, as if nothing unpleasant had happened.
Calvados fell straight down and let out a muffled groan, slightly interrupting their gaze.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? Japan is very particular about hospitality. Besides him, I also brought a gift to Belmode."
Noriko Amamiya smiled sweetly, blinked her eyes, and slightly lifted the gift box in her hand.
It was very delicately wrapped with ribbons and colored paper. It was a square gift box, which she picked up lightly with her slender little finger.
"Ah, after all, I have stayed in the United States for a long time. Come on, come in quickly. You are very welcome. You don't need to change your shoes. It doesn't matter. This hotel will provide a very complete cleaning service sooner or later."
Belmode patted his head gently, as if he was very sorry.
He welcomed Baileys in, ignored her move of stepping directly in Calvados, let the guest enter the house, slowly closed the door, and locked the door without making a sound.
Then I looked at Bailey's graceful back. This mysterious Bailey had brought Calvados here again whose whereabouts were unknown. What did it mean?