Unfortunately, the name of this resort is Hoshino Hotel Chain...

That’s right, it’s Alia’s hotel, the exclusive resurrection point for the protagonists in the Sakura Empire.

For others, it means recuperating in a hotel and receiving protection from the Metropolitan Police Department.

After all, who knows if there are still any remnants of that group of people, or even if they are planning a second revenge?

So before the case was confirmed closed, everyone separated, but not completely.

This means that Miyano Ai and Alia can even sit together and drink coffee.

"Miss Ai, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Miyano Ai looks like a little adult, but she is actually only eighteen years old.

"About your sister—"

As soon as Alia opened her mouth, the coffee cup in Miyano Ai's hand fell onto the table.

The scalding coffee spilled all over the floor, but she seemed completely unaware.

"W-what did you do to my sister?!"

"…I'll put the floor cleaning on your account."

Alia picked up the coffee and said, "Also, those of you who have sisters, can you please stop being so shocked?"

You said that the Aragaki sisters were already difficult to deal with, and now with the Miyano sisters added to the mix, it's even more difficult.

I just want you to work for me!

I'm not a palace worker in the harem - I'm a worker - can you regard me as a qualified capitalist?

The kind that wants to exploit you ruthlessly, squeeze your surplus value, watch you work overtime and then count the money with a grin.

I'm not a pervert and I'm not always greedy for your bodies!

"...Miss Ai, I don't know through which channel you heard the news, but I would like to give you a piece of advice."

Miyano Ai took a deep breath and said, "The cruelty of the organization is beyond your imagination. Today I can pretend that I have never seen you. I have value as a scientific researcher in the organization, but this is not enough for you to recruit a dying person like me at the cost of your life."

Miyano Ai is quite depressed, the kind of person who feels like she's going to die at any time.

Maybe coming out to play games this time is the limit of her rebelliousness.

She may not have any loyalty to her former boss, but she is full of genuine fear.

Sometimes this fear is even more useful than loyalty.

Because people only want her skills, not her heart.

"Ms. Miyano Ai, I wonder if you have heard of an old saying, that a man who knows the times will act accordingly—"

Before Alia could finish her words, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Ai, your snacks."

"Come in," Alia said, and started taking things out.

The room lady came in, holding a tray, wearing a kimono, and pacing slowly, looking very Owa Nadeshiko.

The other party placed a plate of Japanese confectionery on the table, raised his head and smiled softly: "Please enjoy your meal -"

Miyano Ai was already frozen because her Black Organization radar was sounding the alarm frantically.

There is something wrong with this person! Absolutely! Very wrong!!!

Alia on the opposite side seemed to have not noticed anything and was just dragging something out of a suitcase.

"Miss Ai, do you need my help?"

A long bamboo stick slipped from Yamato Nadeshiko's sleeve. In the hands of a professional, even a blade of grass or a tree can be a tool for killing.

It is said that someone once saw a master who could kill three assassins with a pencil.

The cause of the incident was simply that the young leader of a local gang robbed his car and killed his dog.

"I'm actually quite curious about how many people you have available."

Alia pulled out a shotgun, loaded it with a click, and calmly showed the other party the muzzle.

The assassination was not standard, and the eldest brother lowered his head and turned.

Open means open? You opened it first!

"...Miss Ai, what are you doing?!"

Yamato Nadeshiko was surprised and covered her mouth with a look of shock: "Is this a gun?!"

"First, the hotel staff all call me Miss, not Miss Ai."

"..."

"Second, I can smell you from three miles away. My nose is most sensitive to traitors."

"..."

"Third, and most importantly, I'm cheating."

"..."

"How dare you rush right into my face? Are you a member with a code name? With such a sophisticated disguise, let me guess, you are not..."

Alia grinned and pulled the trigger directly -

"Bang------"

"Aunt Vermouth?"

376-The fake villain and the real villain are just for fun.

Aunt Vermouth—or maybe not—was startled.

After all, anyone who tries to assassinate someone else would be shocked if he were hit in the face with a shotgun.

Guns are banned in Sakura Empire!

Well, even though this thing is useless.

But isn't Alia a serious businessman? !

The other person rolled over, narrowly avoiding the gunshot, and then looked back.

What popped out from the muzzle of the gun was a small rubber fist...

Speaking of which, the idea of ​​the retractable arm came from Nintendo. Who still remembers Nintendo’s early days of selling toys?

Alia threw the gun away. "Hey, you said you were a waiter? You're so good at fighting?"

The waitress was silent for a few seconds, then pulled off the silicone mask on her face and asked, "Are you trying to trick me, or did you really find something?"

"Guess." Alia stood up: "If you surrender now, I can make you a witness."

"Your Excellency is very alert, but there is one thing that is a pity."

The other party threw down the bamboo stick in his hand, then untied his belt, revealing the tights underneath.

Alia was puzzled for a few seconds and looked down: "I'm not that kind of person. Honey traps are useless... Tsk! Why are you still wearing safety pants!"

Even when other people are making a game, the tights would be made of shiny black stockings, which would expose half of your hips in the cold winter.

You came in here to assassinate someone, and it would be fine if it wasn't seduction, but why are you wearing clothes under your clothes?

Arya looked down on the other person a little - did he not treat his brother as a brother anymore?

The other party threw away his belt, and the belt turned out to be like a soft sword, easily cutting a flower arrangement next to it.

"Ms. Ai, you shouldn't be so confident. If your gun was real, I might be dead, but now..."

But you use a toy to scare me, then what?

too naive!

How could I just surrender?

Even if someone came to arrest her, wouldn't Alia be dead?

"Hand over the disc, Miss Ai, you know what I'm talking about."

As she spoke, she looked at Miyano Ai with a somewhat inquiring look: "And you - someone will take you back later."

Miyano Ai has been offline. This is what happened to Ai. In the early stage, when facing the coercion from the Black Organization, she was directly offline.

Alia looked left and right, then picked up a branch that had rolled in front of her.

"I'm going to use this to beat you later, please know."

"...Miss Ai is really good at joking."

"That's amazing. The last person who was so brave was the one before him. Do you really not know that I'm a good fighter?"

Very good at fighting?

As an eighteen-year-old entrepreneur, it is a blessing for you to follow in your father's footsteps and inherit the group.

What? Do you have a side job?

The waitress snorted, "I don't know where you got Vermouth's code name, but I'm sorry, let's stop chatting here!"

Miyano Ai came back to her senses a little, and subconsciously shouted to Alia, "Run!"

Then she saw the waiter assassin who rushed forward was thrown back...

"???"

……

……

"As for artificial intelligence technology, I mean--"

"boom------"

Huaizi scratched his ears in confusion: "Xiaojie? Are you listening?"

"Ah, yes."

"Why is it so noisy? Are you decorating?"

"No, it seems... um, something happened, no, it's nothing."

Xiao Jie held the microphone, looked at the ghostly Alia, and then looked at the guy she lifted up with one hand.

How should I put it? Lifting someone up with one hand is a normal action in anime, but is it a bit...

"Miss?"

"Oh, you're busy, it's okay, just catch someone."

The rooms in this area of ​​the Hoshino Hotel are all traditional Japanese-style tea rooms, which are used for meeting guests rather than living.

So the walls are made of solid wood and paper, and are very fragile.

It made sense that Alia held down the opponent and punched through several walls in a row.

The waiter assassin had no other skills, but he was really thick-skinned. He could even struggle after being punched by Alia.

Who is this guy?

Are there such strong guys in the Black Organization?

Alia lifted her up and threw her to the ground, punching her in the ear.

"boom------"

The whole room shook again, and it seemed plausible that someone was hitting the room with a pneumatic hammer.

"be honest!"

The assassin turned his head to see Alia's fist punching through the tatami and the floor below, and his throat rolled.

The information is wrong!

This is an entrepreneur?!

Is this guy really a figure in the financial world, rather than a supernova in the fighting world? ! !

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