Chapter 228

If it were anyone else, they would definitely have been kicked away by this kick.

It's a pity that she was facing the FBI's number one mole, Amuro Tooru.

Even if she seized the initiative for a moment, the gap in strength between the two allowed Curaçao to be completely suppressed under Amuro Tooru's attack.

Realizing that if this continued, let alone delaying time, she was afraid she would really be caught.

Curaçao tightened her brow, stopped, and began to observe the surrounding environment.

Kazami Yuuya, who had just been shaken off by her, finally caught up; he held his gun and aimed at Curaçao, walking slowly toward her.

Suddenly, Curaçao curled her lips and revealed a cold smile.

Taking advantage of Kazami Yuuya's appearance distracting Amuro Tooru, she broke through the window in the corridor and jumped out.

What she didn't expect was that there was another man ambushed downstairs.

The man with blue cat eyes had a cold expression at this time, and a side kick kicked her to the ground.

It was actually Scotch Whiskey, who had once exposed his identity in the organization.

Knowing his power, Curaçao didn't entangle with him too much.

The moment her palm supported the ground, she feinted a move and rushed toward the road.

One hour later, Tokyo Bay Rainbow Bridge.

Curaçao drove while taking out her mobile phone from her pocket, her fingers jumping rapidly on the phone, and one codename after another was edited out by her.

German BND mole, Stout.

Canadian CSIS mole, Aquavit.

French DGSE mole, Riesling.

Interpol ICPO mole, Glenlivet.

American CIA mole, Kir.

And...

Japanese Public Security mole, Bourbon.

Message sending...

Hearing the sound of two cars drifting behind her, Curaçao put her phone back in her pocket and tilted her head to look behind.

It was Akai Akai Shuichi and Amuro Tooru, who were approaching rapidly.

Suddenly, a black shadow pressed over in front, and Curaçao hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

I saw a large box truck lying across the edge on the chaotic bridge, the back half sticking out of the bridge deck, and the driver didn't know where he had run to.

Curaçao's black car driving in the wrong direction lost control, spun and hit the truck, and finally fell off the bridge deck with the truck.

The warehouse under the bridge was hit, and the firelight caused by the violent explosion illuminated half the sky.

Splash!

In the gurgling seawater, the slender figure who jumped out of the car in advance was also affected by the explosion, and the whole person seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, briefly losing consciousness.

On the bridge deck covered in flames and thick smoke, Amuro Tooru drove to the scene, but only saw Akai Akai Shuichi with a sniper rifle.

Curaçao's black car just now lost control because Akai Akai Shuichi shot out the tires.

"Akai! You guy, look at the good thing you did!"

The sound of fire trucks and sirens came from around, Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth, couldn't care about Akai Akai Shuichi, and hurriedly drove away again.

Whether dead or alive, he must find that woman as soon as possible.

She has extraordinary memory and has seen the FBI's mole list; if she escapes like this, the consequences are simply unimaginable!

In the dark alley, a woman with long silver hair was walking staggeringly.

What makes people notice first is the woman's eyes.

Her left eye is blue like a gemstone, while her right eye seems to be transparent.

"It's your fault, Curaçao; your unique brain remembered things that are unfavorable to the organization."

"Your ability is indeed excellent, but if it is not used in the right place, it will become a big threat, so you should understand, right?"

In the gray-white world, Vermouth installed a silencer on her pistol and aimed at the bound silver-haired woman.

"In the end, this is your fate; farewell, Curaçao..."

"Wait." A voice rang out abruptly, "You step back, Vermouth."

"Rum?" Vermouth frowned, put away her gun, and left.

In the silver-haired woman's transparent right pupil, several intersecting colors began to be reflected.

"Curaçao, you only have pure black now; let me give you other colors. Your special ability can only be used for me in the future, becoming my capable assistant."

In the night sky, colorful lights suddenly flashed.

Looking at these lights, Curaçao, who was caught in memories, stopped.

She covered her head in pain and let out a shrill scream.

"Large-scale power outages occurred along the Metropolitan Expressway Wangan Route..."

"Last night, an accident occurred on the Metropolitan Expressway Route 11; the car driving on the road fell, causing an explosion in the warehouse street under the viaduct and was burned."

"Miraculously, this accident did not cause any casualties; the car driver seems to have left the scene, and the police are investigating their whereabouts."

Akaso Kaze was drinking tea while watching TV.

"This world is really chaotic, tsk tsk."

Ding-a-ling.

The phone rang, and Akaso Kaze picked it up.

"Moshi moshi, I am the Onmyoji Akaso Kaze."

"Hello, I am a staff member of the Toto Aquarium; there is a lady here who seems to have had an accident. We asked her relatives, and she said she only remembers you."

Listening to the voice on the phone, Akaso Kaze was confused.

Am I too famous?

Why do women always pretend to know me?

Akaso Kaze thought for a moment, but decided to go and see; what if it really is someone he knows?

Toto Aquarium, a tall foreign girl sat on a bench.

Her silver hair was messy, and she was wearing a tattered shirt and tight skirt, leaning on the bench and staring blankly at the sky.

Seeing Akaso Kaze, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stumbled into his arms.

"Akaso-san, I, I can't remember anything."

Huh?

Akaso Kaze looked down at the girl in his arms.

A pair of large eyes of different colors were pitiful, just like a puppy that had finally found its owner.

This look is really somewhat familiar.

"Your face is dirty."

Akaso Kaze reached out and helped her wipe the dust off her face.

The girl leaned obediently in his hands, her eyes full of dependence.

Akaso Kaze gently brushed aside her silver hair and found some small scars.

"It's not very serious, but it looks like a recent injury; it should be traumatic memory loss."

"There is a smell of gasoline on her body, and there are fragments of car windshield glass; it should be caused by a car accident."

Eh?

This scene, these lines seem a bit familiar.

Akaso Kaze sat on the bench, put the girl on his lap, and then began to grope for her personal belongings.

The phone was broken, and there was only a string of cards in her pocket.

It looked like a vocabulary book, but the cards were all translucent colors, white, orange, blue, green, red...

The girl blushed a little as Akaso Kaze touched her here and there.

But she was very obedient and didn't move.

In her heart, Akaso Kaze should be her closest person; otherwise, it would be impossible to remember nothing else, only this person's name.

He should be her husband, at least her boyfriend.

The girl secretly looked at Akaso Kaze, and her lips couldn't help but curl up.

My husband is so handsome.

Why do I feel so happy?

【Ding, Curaçao has developed a favorable impression of you; current favorability is 1.】

— Author's Notes —

Thanks to stallion harem god for the monthly ticket.