Conan's villains

Broadway Avenue is an important north-south road in New York City. Because there are many theaters on both sides of this road, it is an important place for the development of American drama and musicals. Therefore, Broadway is also known as the synonym of musicals.

At this time, Lu Ming was walking alone in a quiet, narrow and long alley with no pedestrians. He was wearing a simple jacket and jeans. On his childish face, he wore a pair of round-framed glasses.

He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, which was the most energetic stage of his student days.

Of course, he was able to return to his youth, thanks to Belmode's superb disguise skills.

Perhaps it was because of the remote location, or perhaps it was because he heard that the silver-haired killer was used to haunting deserted alleys. After wandering in this alley for nearly ten minutes, Lu Ming did not see anyone else except himself. He was at a fork in the road. Fifty meters ahead was the exit, and on the right was another alley that led to nowhere.!!

Just as Lu Ming was wondering whether he should end today's patrol, a chill suddenly came from behind him, like the feeling of being stared at by a hungry wolf, quickly spreading from his heart.

"Mission Trigger: Kill the Silver-haired Serial Killer, Mission Points: 100."

Lu Ming's mouth corners slightly raised, it was really a piece of cake, but it was easy to find.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and turned into another alley.

A few seconds later, a figure slowly walked out from the darkness, with messy silver hair and a pimpled face that was extremely disgusting. The eyes, like those of a hungry beast, were emitting a BT desire. He licked his dry lips and followed Lu Ming slowly into the alley. Lu Ming

's figure could no longer be seen in the alley. The silver-haired man frowned in confusion. Before he could figure out where the prey he had followed for a long time had gone, a voice sounded out of nowhere behind him.

"Hey, ugly man, following a man is not what a man should do."

Instinctively, the silver-haired man reached for his pocket.

However, the coldness that quickly came from his head forced him to give up the next action. He slowly turned around and saw a boy who looked like a student, holding a gun against his head and looking at him with a smile.

"When did you find me?" The silver-haired man said hoarsely

"You are looking for prey, but you don't know that I am looking for you too."

The silver-haired man's face turned strange:"Are you from the FBI?"

"No." Lu Ming shook his head:"On the contrary, the FBI is our target. We found you in order to borrow something from you to deal with the FBI."

"What?"

"Your life."

Bang!

As Lu Ming pulled the trigger, a slight gunshot rang out, and the silver-haired man fell down.

"Don't blame me." Looking at the corpses at his feet, Lu Ming said to himself:"Your hands are stained with the blood of so many innocent people. I think it's better for you to reincarnate as soon as possible. The road to Huangquan is long. After drinking Mengpo soup, I hope you will be a good person in your next life."

"Congratulations to the host for completing the mission: Kill the Silver-haired Serial Killer. Bonus points: 100."

A light rain began to fall from the sky, hitting my face. It didn't hurt, but it was very cold.

The rain washed away the blood on the ground and covered up the blood in the air, as if nothing had ever happened in this alley.

……

Back to Vermouth's villa.

Vermouth sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, looking down as if in deep thought. Her face was no longer the enchanting face that had charmed thousands of men. Although this face still had an unparalleled temperament, the traces of time were already indelible on her face.

Sharon Wynyard, another identity of Vermouth.

Hearing the footsteps, she finally raised her head, looked at Lu Ming who was drenched by the rain, and smiled:"Have you got the prey?"

"Well, I just threw it in the garage."

"Thanks a lot"

"Have you been out?"

"Yes." Vermouth put down the red wine glass and stood up from the sofa:"I went to see Yukiko, her son, and a little girl."

Lu Ming nodded without asking any more questions.

"Fenjiu, do you think there is a God in this world?"

Lu Ming looked at Belmode in surprise, and it was hard to understand why Belmode suddenly asked such a ridiculous question. Even if God existed, what did it have to do with them? With their current identities, they could only be regarded as minions of Satan at most.

"If there really is... then shouldn't everyone in the world who works hard to live suffer misfortune? At least the angel has never smiled at me, not even once."

Lu Ming stared at Vermouth in a daze. The sad smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be a hint.

Yes, although this woman in front of him is often cruel and cold-blooded, who can find out the sadness hidden in the deepest part of her heart?

Vermouth is a mystery. Lu Ming did not ask about her identity or even her position in the organization. He knew that even if he asked, he would not get the answer.

Vermouth may have fought, but she must have failed and became a killing tool of Satan, but who can understand how much she longs for the angel to smile at her, even just once.

After all, her strength is still too weak. Lu Ming sighed in his heart.

"Senior."

Lu Ming looked at Vermouth, thought for a moment, smiled funny, and said,"Who said angels won't smile at you? Look, isn't this angel smiling at you?"

""Puff."

Vermouth's sad smile gradually faded, and she looked at Lu Ming with amusement, saying,"Well, let's just go and coax the little girl with these words. I'll go check on the serial killer who is so frightening that everyone hears of him. Leave the rest to me."

Looking at Vermouth's back as she left, Lu Ming pursed his lips.

Although it was coaxing, didn't you also smile? Sometimes, angels are actually right beside you.