Sharon glanced at Yuan Huaiyu steadily, took the book he handed over, took out a pen from her pocket, and signed her name smoothly.
Returning "One Hundred Years of Solitude" to the other party, Sharon watched the young man take the book, bowed to her and thanked her, then left happily with the book.
"Are you a movie fan? It's a pity that Sharon will no longer exist in this world soon."
She sighed softly, turned and walked into the garage.
Not long after, she drove the car out of the bustling Broadway and into the night.
Tonight, she has other things to do as "Belmode".
In recent times, the New York murderer has made the entire city panic. Several young girls were brutally murdered in the middle of the night, causing the police to invest a lot of manpower and material resources in a blanket manhunt.
It seems that it will soon be after twelve o'clock, the time when the murderer is active. It can be said that the entire New York police force has been mobilized to prevent the murderer from committing another crime.
In view of the importance of the city of New York to the United States, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, also known as the FBI, was even dispatched.
Among them is Shuichi Akai, the ace sniper who plays an important role in the FBI.
Four years ago, this man named Shuichi Akai, alias Morohoshi, joined the organization through contact with the sister of Sherry Miyano Shiho, an important figure in the organization.
After that, he showed extremely outstanding personal abilities and became one of the members of the organization with a wine name, code-named "Rye (rye whiskey)".
A year ago, during the test of Shuichi Akai that Rum participated in, the man exposed his identity as an FBI undercover agent, escaped from the organization, and returned to the United States.
Because Shuichi Akai's ability and understanding of the organization are so frightening, he is considered a "silver bullet" that may threaten the organization's survival.
What she wants to do today is to try to lure Akai Shuichi out of his home court and kill him.
As the silver-haired murderer of New York.
While the mood was ups and downs, the car had already driven to a remote neighborhood, which was an abandoned apartment with no one living in it.
This is the hiding place of the murderer. She learned about this location through intelligence agents lurking in New York.
She disguised herself in the car, changing her image into that of an ordinary American man.
After checking the bullets in the pistol, she quickly walked upstairs and came to a door.
Hiding in the shadow of the corridor, she took out the body of a bird from her pocket and threw it hard towards the door.
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound.
"Who?!" A panicked voice came from the door.
Then, there was a slight sound from behind the door, and at the same time, the door shook slightly.
Bellmore knew that this was the murderer who was sticking to the door, listening to what was going on outside.
For a long time, I heard no movement outside the door, and the door slowly opened a crack.
The murderer revealed a vigilant eye from the crack in the door, observing for anything unusual.
In this way, even if someone suddenly gets angry, he can still react and close the door.
The crack in the door gradually widened, and the murderer finally saw the body of the little bird at the door.
"What...it turns out that the bird that flew in because of the rain hit the door and died." Seeing that the police were not coming to arrest him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He opened all the doors and walked to the corridor to pick up the bird's body.
At this moment, Belmore, who was hiding in the blind corner of his field of vision, jumped out, holding a pistol equipped with a silencer, and shot the murderer directly into the head and pulled the trigger.
Her hands are very steady and her shots are accurate.
Without even being able to react, his head was penetrated by a bullet and he fell into a pool of blood.
After Belmore saw that the murderer was dead, he searched the room where he was hiding and then began to clean up any traces he might have left, such as fingerprints and hair.
"Okay, in this case, all I have to do is pretend to be this guy and lure Akai out..."
She muttered to herself, and quickly changed her clothes according to the appearance of the murderer lying on the ground, dying.
Fifteen minutes later, the silver-haired murderer Belmore came to the aisle and looked at the real silver-haired murderer lying on the ground.
If someone saw this scene, they would definitely think that these two people were twin brothers.
Belmore took the pistol he found from the silver-haired murderer's residence and walked downstairs toward an area with more people.
Pretending to be cautious, she walked through several blocks and was "accidentally" seen by two witnesses.
Long hair, Japanese, and behaving strangely.
These characteristics instantly reminded the two witnesses of the silver-haired murderer in New York who caused a lot of commotion recently.
After confirming that the silver-haired murderer had not noticed them, the two men immediately began to run as fast as they could, ran to the nearest police patrol car, and reported to the police what they had just seen.
"What? The silver-haired murderer has appeared?" An FBI agent received the communication and looked solemnly at the tall man next to him wearing a black knitted hat and long hair.
"Chief Akai, what should we do now?"
Several agents looked at Akai Shuichi at the same time. Even in the FBI, Chief Akai is considered the elite of the elite, and he is also the idol and backbone of these young agents.
"Get in the car! We rush over immediately, we can't let him hurt innocent people! Contact the police and surround the neighborhood where the murderer appears."
"yes!"
…
Listening to the dense sound of police sirens approaching outside the block, a sneer appeared on Belmore's stubbled face.
She was hiding on a high floor of a building. Since most of the buildings here were connected and intricately constructed, she had no worries about being caught by the police or FBI.
Belmode's location gave her an unobstructed view of the entire neighborhood, and the broad and clear view gave her even more confidence.
Now, just wait for Akai to show up and kill him with this gun in your hand!
…
On the other side, Broadway, in the cabaret theater.
As the equipment on the stage was started, a handsome blond angel hung on a rope and rose slowly in the misty smoke, causing the audience to exclaim with admiration.
Shinichi saw, on the high platform of the audience box nearby, infrared rays pointed at the chest of the actor playing the angel, and at the same time there was the faint sound of gunfire with a silencer installed.
The actresses who were closer to the angel on the stage looked at the angel with different postures, and their eyes widened in horror.
The angel was hung in mid-air, his chest was stained red, and he looked like he had been shot through the heart by a bullet and was already dead.