Chapter 369 This is the first time I experience the feeling of being dumped.
On the boulevard, the black Cadillac XLR was driving slowly. The woman sitting in the driver's seat was Sharon Wynyard. She held the steering wheel with one hand and easily turned to a side street. The car in the distance appeared in the rearview mirror.
The white car caught her attention.
No, to be precise, she had already noticed it. It was about to rain, and a man in sunglasses suddenly appeared next to her asking for an autograph. Even though his acting skills were very good, his behavior of deliberately covering his face did not look like a
An avid fan would do it.
It is basic etiquette to take off the hat and sunglasses, so when signing the autograph, she looked at the man's hands and saw the gun cocoons left by pulling the trigger for a long time.
Although it is not uncommon in the United States, the sudden appearance of such a person beside her is enough to make her become sensitive.
Isn't that right? Just by looking around for a moment, I noticed the white car following me. Moreover, the tracking technology of this car was very high. If I hadn't been alert, I really wouldn't have been able to spot it.
Sharon Wynyard calmly stopped the car at a red light. She reached out to the bottles and cans placed on the passenger seat. These were all the tools she used when she disguised herself.
She reached out and took off the wig, and tore off the human skin mask from her face at an angle that could not be captured by the surveillance cameras, revealing a face that was younger than Sharon's.
If anyone could see her at this moment, they would definitely scream out her name - Chrissy Wynyard.
Who would have thought that mother and daughter could be the same person? Chrissy Wynyard flipped up her long hair, while she was making a human skin mask that fit her face, while waiting for the red light countdown to end.
When the light turned green, she quickly turned the steering wheel to the right and changed the road before the white car appeared.
But to her surprise... the white car that disappeared not long after reappeared in the rearview mirror's field of vision.
This made Chris Wynyard confused. How did this person guess it? She didn't believe in luck. After all, God had never given her anything. She couldn't believe what she didn't own.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the gas gauge, her lips smeared with purple lipstick pursed slightly, as if recalling something interesting, she gradually accelerated the speed of the car and drove on the roads of New York, and the night scene flew by.
I don’t know how long it took, but Chrissy Wynyard, who had been driving around New York City for a long time, finally lost interest. She picked up the mobile phone placed in the passenger seat, and instead of choosing to call, she sent an email.
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After the blond man with short hair, who was always on call in the hotel, saw the content of the email, he did not dare to show negative emotions, got up and walked out quickly.
The blond man with the code name Seagram Gin did not dare to neglect Belmode's arrangements. He picked up his windbreaker and hurried to the place mentioned in the email. Of course... he did not forget to prepare a few more boxes of nails.
Seagram, who arrived at his destination in less than fifteen minutes, took out his cell phone to reply to the email and hid in the alley. He waited in the alley for a full twenty minutes before he saw the familiar black Cadillac XLR.
After rolling down the window, he confirmed that the person sitting in the driver's seat was Belmode. He then spread three boxes of iron nails all over the turning corner, then escaped from another exit, climbed on the motorcycle and disappeared into the night.
——The white Chrysler sedan was driving on Central Avenue in New York. As the driver, Fujiwara Yuu turned the steering wheel slowly and hurriedly. As long as it was within a reasonable range, he could easily locate Sarah by using the power of the wind.
Ron Wynyard.
This cat-and-mouse game had been playing for an hour and a half. He glanced at the fuel gauge, which had only one third left, hoping that the fuel gauge would last until the end of the game.
The smart Fujiwara Yu naturally did not think that Sharon Wynyard was playing games with him. He realized that he had been discovered, but he still did not stop tracking.
The purpose is to delay as much time as possible. Sharon must have important activities tonight. The reason why she went to the theater may be because of Kudo Yukiko. The two have a very good relationship, so they help solve the speeding problem.
This also shows that Yukiko Kudo has a certain value. She knows Sharon. If she finds an opportunity to sit down and have a cup of tea in the future, she should be able to get a lot of information about Sharon.
Fujiwara Yu looked at the Cadillac that reappeared in the field of vision, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He had a lot of free time today, and he did not recommend taking a ride under her leadership.
This is a business that does not lose money, and it is good to take a little time. However, Fujiwara Yu still failed to calculate one thing, and that was the gift Sharon Wynyard prepared for him.
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Abnormal noises were heard one after another. It was obvious that the tire was punctured by nails. Fujiwara Yu slowly backed the car out of the alley and parked on Fifty-fourth Avenue. He carefully got out of the car and saw that the poor tire was punctured by nails.
Like a hedgehog - I really didn't expect that the organization would use such boring and substandard tactics.
He thought that the organization would arrange snipers, and he also thought about pretending to be an engineering team and forcibly stopping him, but the act of throwing iron nails and causing the car to burst... he really didn't think about it.
Fujiwara Yu helplessly put his hands on his waist, feeling that Sharon Wynyard had left the range that he could monitor.
He reached into his pocket and found that the cigarette case was empty. He looked up at the convenience store in front of him and twitched his lips.
He walked into the convenience store, put the headset in his ear and dialed Yinsen Hondo's phone directly. It was necessary to reveal this unpleasant incident to his colleagues and laugh together: "Herbert, guess what I just experienced.
?" Yinsen Bentang on the other end of the phone was cleaning in the bar. He held up the headset with great interest: "Oh? What have you experienced? It doesn't feel like a good thing."
"After living for twenty-six years, this is the first time I have experienced the feeling of being dumped. It's quite amazing." Fujiwara Yu shrugged his shoulders with relief. He leaned forward and put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, trying to
Choose the one that interests you from a bunch of drinks that you are not interested in.
Yinsen Hondo was stunned for a few seconds before he realized the hidden meaning of this sentence. He raised his eyebrows, with a faint smile in his tone, and even regretted not being able to witness the whole process of Fujiwara Yuu's defeat: "No.
It is indeed strange to think that you would be dumped by Claire."
"Yeah, a pretty cunning fox didn't hesitate to waste her precious time to take me around New York to enjoy the night view. Thinking about it this way, I didn't seem to be losing money... Oh yes, she kindly reminded me that it was about to rain.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t harvest the umbrella she handed me, so now I can only hide in the convenience store and wait for your rescue.”
"My rescue?" Yinsen Hondo thought for a while and asked with a smile: "The fox's teeth are so good that he chewed up the car I prepared for you?" Fujiwara Yu, who had been struggling in front of the freezer for a long time, finally chose the ordinary one.
Ordinary mineral water, he really didn't dare to try those colorful soda drinks, for fear that one sip would require a shot of insulin: "Well, I have a good appetite, and I actually like the taste of rubber. So, you don't plan to pick me up."
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"Then you have to give me your address. It seems like the bar won't be open tonight." After paying for the mineral water and cigarettes, Fujiwara Yuu walked out of the convenience store in a leisurely pace, preparing to be an enthusiastic person.
The good citizens helped dispose of the remaining nails.
Just the moment he raised his eyes, he noticed another unlucky guy getting off the car at the entrance of the alley. Oh, he was still an acquaintance.
"Herbert, I don't think you have to come to pick me up... I met an interesting person here, and I'm going to give him a ride."