Chapter 91 Vermouth (Part )

At the memorial service for Sakumaki Akira.

Director, actor, singer, reporter…

Gathered in the hall.

“Chris, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing Chris Wynyard holding a glass of red wine and standing there in a daze, a male actor who was traveling with her asked in English.

Chris shook her head and replied in English: “I’m fine, I just remembered some things from the past.”

“Really? Chris, don’t be too sad. Director Sakamaki Akira loved to laugh when he was alive. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to see you so sad.”

“I know.”

How could someone like her possibly remember Sakumaki Akira?

She just recalled what Xia He said after taking her signature at the door just now.

“Long time no see, Chris… Oh no, I remember the last time I saw you, your name was Sharon.”

My brain suddenly stopped working for about five or six seconds at that moment.

When she came to her senses again, the “scarf boy” who made her feel so familiar had disappeared from her sight.

Just like a year ago.

“You recognized me at first sight…”

This child is still as interesting as he was back then.

Muttering to herself, her thoughts suddenly drifted far away.

……

a year ago.

New York, USA.

It was raining heavily.

“Recently, the ‘silver-haired killer’ has been spotted near 170nd Street. According to eyewitnesses, he is a Japanese male with long hair and is about cm tall. Citizens are requested to stay at home at night and not go out. If you find any situation, please call the police immediately for help.”

The news is being broadcast on the radio.

Sharon… no, she should be called Vermouth.

With long silver hair and a brown coat, Vermouth has disguised herself as a silver-haired killer. Holding a P220, she is walking through the alleys of nd Street.

As it was close to midnight and it was raining heavily, there were hardly any pedestrians around.

Not long after.

The end of an alley.

“who are you?!”

Looking at the “man” in front of him who looked exactly like him, the real silver-haired killer leaned against the wall with intense fear in his eyes.

“Of course it’s someone who’s here to take your life.”

Vermouth smiled and moved closer to the other person.

The silver-haired killer, who was forced into a desperate situation, saw this and pounced on Vermouth.

“Go to hell!” he shouted angrily.

Her expression remained extremely calm. While dodging sideways, Vermouth hit the killer hard on the back of his neck with the butt of her gun.

The silver-haired killer felt dizzy instantly after being hit, and fell forward to the ground, then fell into a deep sleep.

To be on the safe side, Vermouth took out another anesthetic needle and injected it into the other person’s body. Then she dragged him to the garbage dump nearby with peace of mind and left.

The purpose of her trip was simple. She used the identity of the Silver-haired Killer to lure out the traitor who had been undercover in their organization, Shuichi Akai, and then successfully kill him.

As expected, after receiving a phone call from a passerby, several FBI agents led by Shuichi Akai arrived at 42nd Street where Vermouth was before the police.

“Divide into three groups and block all the exits of this alley.”

“Yesir!”…

“Hoo~Hoo~!”

Heavy breathing, mixed with the “tapping” sound of leather boots stepping on puddles.

Vermouth covered her gunshot-infected abdomen and ran in the dark street.

She still underestimated Shuichi Akai’s strength.

Even though he had hid in the enemy’s path and took priority in shooting, he still failed to take Akai Shuichi’s life.

“It was only a few centimeters away from blowing that guy’s head off…”

She muttered in annoyance to herself, then quickly dodged into an alley nearby. With her familiarity with the terrain, she quickly lost sight of Akai Shuichi who was pursuing her.

However, just as she was lying down in the corridor of a tall building, planning to rest for a while, she heard faint footsteps coming from the fire escape nearby.

His brows furrowed instantly at this moment.

Vermouth picked up the pistol and quickly moved to the stairs.

But I didn’t expect to run into Kudo Shinichi who came upstairs to help Xiaolan pick up the handkerchief.

“Why is this guy here?” A trace of doubt flashed through her mind.

“Silver-haired killer?!”

At the same time, when he saw Vermouth’s outfit, Kudo Shinichi also showed an extremely frightened expression.

……

Twenty minutes later.

Covering her wound, Vermouth returned to the end of the alley where she had knocked out the silver-haired killer.

“A person may need a motive to kill another person, but who would consider so much when saving someone in an emergency?”

This sentence still keeps echoing in my mind.

Shaking his head and no longer thinking about what had just happened, Vermouth dragged the killer out of the garbage dump, then took off his coat, put it on the killer, installed a silencer, and shot him once in the abdomen and temple.

She wiped off her fingerprints and put the gun into the killer’s hands. After doing all this, she tore off the disguise on her face and walked out into the street outside the alley.

Unexpectedly, I had just walked a short distance when I ran into a boy wearing a white scarf on the street.

The boy was wearing a brown jacket and holding an umbrella, approaching her quickly.

Vermouth subconsciously reached behind her waist and grasped the dagger hidden there.

However, the next second, the boy asked her with great concern: “Miss, you seem to be injured, do you need my help?”

As he spoke, he held the umbrella over Vermouth’s head, and he himself was instantly soaked by the rain.

“No need…” Belmode waved his hand weakly.

“Hey, I just realized you’re the famous movie star, Sharon Wynyard, right?”

“…”

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

“I don’t mean any harm. I’m a student of biology at Harvard University. This is my student ID.” As if to let the other party let down his guard, the boy immediately took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to Vermouth. “My home is nearby. If you don’t mind, you can go to my place to take shelter from the rain first.”

Upon hearing this, Vermouth looked down at the plastic card in the boy’s hand.

It is indeed a Harvard University student ID card.

She opened her mouth, still wanting to refuse, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly heard sirens nearby.

“It’s already this late… I think the police must have received some clues about the silver-haired killer, so they came here to search again.” The boy muttered nonchalantly.

“Then I’ll bother you.”

Vermouth immediately agreed.

(End of this chapter)