I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

"If you're prepared, of course."

Sera Belle reassured her with her eyes.

"On the one hand, the other party probably doesn't know my existence at all. On the other hand, I have already hired someone in advance who can cover for me."

"Who?" Akai Marie asked closely.

"Kudo Yukiko, currently lives in 21-chome [-], Yoneka Town."

Serabel directly reported her contact address.

He did not say how Yukiko would cover for herself, but Akai Mari did not ask further.

Because it doesn't make sense.

Just like those who go to venture capital, they will try their best to change their business proposals to sound attractive and reliable. People are all subjective. No matter how much they say now, it is just to make Akai Marie a little more. Psychological comfort.

If something unexpected happens then, the only thing that will be useful is the contact address.

"Kudou Yukiko... I think I've heard of her before. She seemed to be called Fujimine Yukiko before, and she and Sharon Wynyard are very good friends."

Sera Masumi swallowed the last mouthful of food, thought seriously for a while and said firmly.

She didn't mean anything else, she just wanted to provide the information she could think of at the moment.

However, Akai Marie didn't reply.

Serabel didn't reply.

The eyes wandered between the two silent people for a while, and the tiger-toothed girl carefully picked up the bowl and stood up.

"That...I've eaten."

Akai Marie nodded without looking away: "Masumi, please go back to your room and do your homework first. I have something to explain to Bell."

"Oh oh..."

Although he was very curious about what his mother would say to Onii-chan, considering the heavy atmosphere at the scene, after some consideration, the big cat Shiliang quickly took the bowl into the kitchen, and then went back to the bedroom to do his homework.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind her, Akai Mari jumped out of the dining chair and walked to Serabel step by step.

Their eyes met, and the British girl's red lips parted slightly.

"This time... how sure are you?"

"About [-]%." Serabel didn't think too much. "At least according to the information obtained so far, apart from Kaitou Kidd himself, the only one who can achieve that level of disguise is Chris. Wynyard."

"I'm not asking you about the odds that Chris Wynyard is a member of the Black Organization, but -"

At this point, Akai Marie paused slightly, pursed her lips, and seemed to be struggling.

"The certainty that you will come back safely."

"...If you are not discovered, then you will be able to come back safely [-]% of the time, but if you are discovered..."

Serabel didn't say any more, everything was said.

This is a very simple reason. Although he could easily annihilate an entire gang by himself in the UK, that was only if he was caught by surprise.

Moreover, almost all the gangs he annihilated were local gangsters. Although they had guns and maybe cannons, in the end they were just scattered civil organizations with no discipline at all.

But if it's a large organization with strict division of labor, it's not that simple.

"If everything goes well this time, I'll be back in about five days. Even if it takes a little longer, it should be about a week. But if I haven't come back for more than two weeks and there's no contact, then I should..."

Serabel was interrupted before she finished speaking.

A cold and slightly sweaty hand covered his mouth to prevent him from continuing.

Akai Marie was silent for a moment, then came up and stretched out her arms to hug him very hard.

"Don't let anything happen. You must come back safely. If you find anything wrong, evacuate immediately. It doesn't matter even if you don't find anything... You must come back safely."

"Um."?

Chapter 87 Sister Bei Bei Sister Bei~

If you randomly ask someone on the street where the capital of the United States is, probably eight out of ten will think about it and say it’s Washington.

As for why there are only eight, because the remaining two will blurt out New York without hesitation and without thinking.

Even though this answer is undoubtedly wrong, it is enough to illustrate the popularity and world status of the city of New York.

New York, formerly known as New York, belongs to the state of New York in the United States. It is the largest city in the United States. It is also the economic, financial, commercial, trade, cultural and media center of the United States and even the world. It is also one of the three major financial centers in the world.

Therefore, Wall Street in New York even has the title of "American Economic Barometer".

In addition to Wall Street, the most famous of the other famous neighborhoods in New York is Broadway.

The original English name of Broadway actually translates to "Broadway", but its history can be traced back to the 1810th century. At that time, Broadway had already become the center of American dramatic arts. The Park Theater was established in [-] AD. It is the ancestor of all Broadway theaters today.

After more than 200 years of development, this American theater arts activity center, which was once glorious but almost came to an end due to the economic crisis in 1930, has developed into a 25-kilometer long street running through the Manhattan Islands from north to south.

It has been brilliant and has declined, but now it has become even more brilliant.

Whenever night falls, the theaters on both sides of Broadway will light up with golden neon lights, accompanied by the slowly blending opera music, making people inside feel as if they have ascended to the ideal holy country in an instant.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Serabel and Yukiko, who were driving along the Lincoln Bridge more than ten kilometers away.

What they are riding in now is a classic coupe. The style is somewhat similar to the Porsche 356A, but it is silver.

Serabel didn’t know where Yukiko got this car. Anyway, when they got off the plane, the latter said that he had already reserved the car that he would use for the next few days, and he could just go with her. .

Then the situation became like this——

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky, I won't be able to catch up!"

The sharp wind whistled outside the car windows or the coupe doors that were lifted and lowered by hand, and the street lights on the bridge at reasonable intervals swept back quickly one after another.

Yukiko sat in the driver's seat, checking the time on the watch on her left wrist from time to time, and kept complaining about being too late.

Because someone was driving, Serabel was naturally sitting in the passenger seat. There was a board of opened 2h pencils on the seat beside his legs. He was holding a pencil sharpener in his hand and was consecrating the pencils one by one.

Hearing the complaints of a certain outdated female star and older girl next to her, Serabel raised her head and glanced sideways.

"Are we in a hurry now?"

He really didn't know what Yukiko was worried about.

Since the commission fee for the Fujieda family last time was paid to the latter, Yukiko also bought the direct flight to New York this time.

So there was a little problem in this process of buying air tickets.

She forgot that there is a time difference between Japan and the United States. Japan is about 13 to 14 hours ahead of the United States.

As a result, the two of them arrived all night early.

In fact, it doesn't matter. It's better to arrive early than to arrive late, not to mention arriving one night early and being prepared in advance.

"Well, how should I put it..." Yukiko smiled awkwardly, "I actually made an appointment with a few friends to come to New York to see them. They happen to have performances on Broadway these days, including this car. I asked them to help rent it. After all, I asked them to help me. If I missed the appointment, it might be more... embarrassing."

"Since there are performances in the past few days, can't we just go to see them tomorrow?" Serabel said she couldn't understand.

"Then I've already agreed..." Yukiko was a little embarrassed, "I didn't pay attention to the time when I was on the plane, so I sent them a message to tell them that I would arrive in a few hours, and they replied and said It just happens to be in time for tonight’s rehearsal, we’ve agreed that we can’t not go, right?”

Serabel: "..."

OK, that's fine.

"Huhu~ So in order not to break the promise, this is the end of it——"

The sudden pause gave Serabel an ominous premonition.

However, before he could react, Yukiko suddenly grasped the steering wheel with both hands, and then stepped on the accelerator hard.

"Say it again, time is speeding up!"

The rigorously adjusted silver coupe immediately roared with full power. The pushing sensation caused by the rapid acceleration almost knocked the pencil sharpener from Serabel's hand away, but a certain older man came from beside him. The girl’s cheerful and off-kilter singing.

"Water ballet, Indian hunk, Indian rice, kick it out~"

fuck...

Serabel raised her forehead slightly in her heart.

But what he didn't notice was the red and blue police lights flashing in the rearview mirror facing the rear of the car.

……

I have to say that Yukiko's driving skills are quite good, and the ride that was originally scheduled to take at least 15 minutes was suddenly reduced to less than 5 minutes.

But at the same time it’s a bit bad.

Especially when the silver coupe stopped at an empty parking space along the north side of Broadway Avenue, Serabel was a little confused.

He didn't feel motion sick and didn't want to vomit, but the feeling was as if he was tied to a big pendulum in an amusement park in the same VAN position and rotated up and down on the landing strip at high intensity for 5 minutes... and he was still facing forward. Down.

It's so thrilling and exciting.

Wu--!

At the sixth second when Yukiko stopped the car, accompanied by a siren that was stretched in the wind, a police car with English letters on it came to a sudden stop next to the silver coupe.

Huh?

Yukiko seemed to have just realized something, but then the sound of knocking on the window came from outside the car.

Rolling down the car window, it was a white policeman who seemed to be quite proficient in melting dark chocolate on one knee. He looked at Yukiko with a look of horror.

"Madam, do you know how fast you were driving just now?"

"Ah... I'm really sorry..."

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, recalling her five-star good citizen behavior in Los Santos. Yukiko silently switched to fluent English and began to apologize. At the same time, she began to think about whether it would be better for her to actively express her willingness to pay the fine at this time.

At the same time, another male voice with a richer sound sounded from not far behind the car.

"It doesn't matter, she is one of our own, a secret agent of our New York Police Department. The speed she drove just now must have been tracking a certain important criminal."

"Eh?"

Hearing this voice, the white policeman who was leaning against the car window immediately stood up straight and followed the voice and said tremblingly.

"Police, Sheriff?"

The person who came out was a slightly obese, middle-aged white man... bald.

Serabel also glanced at it, and to be honest, she felt a strong sense of déjà vu at first sight.

The same similar outfit, the same chubby figure, and the same two beards. If he wore a round hat and was a little younger, he would probably become a member of the Memu Police Department.

Naturally, Serabel would not believe the nonsense that Yukiko was a spy from the New York Police Department, but she was just a little curious.

"Is that your fan, Yukiko-sama?"

"Well, that's not it."

Yukiko lowered her voice slightly as her eyes fell on the American version of the Megure Police Department who was still negotiating with her subordinates.

"That's Chief Radishiu of the New York Police Department. We've cooperated with him on a case before, and his wife is Japanese, so she speaks Japanese fluently."

"Oh……"

The position of "Chief Radishew" in the New York Police Department was obviously inferior. In just a few words, the policeman who had already taken out the receipt was sent back to the police car without any temper.

Ten seconds later, as the police car turned around and drove away, the U.S. version of the Mu Mu Police Department also came to the side of the silver coupe.

"Thank you just now, Chief Radish." Yukiko smiled gratefully and said in Japanese, "But why are you here at this time?"

"Chief Radish...?"

Through the car window, the American version of the police officer outside the car door seemed to be smiling.

Without saying anything else, he took his hand out of his coat pocket, touched the back of his head, and tore it gently.

The cross-dressing mask broke instantly, and the almost coquettishly beautiful face was exposed to the air, with aqua eyes and long wavy golden hair falling like a waterfall.

Yukiko was slightly distracted for a moment.