Qin Zhibo had just finished bandaging Bermod and put his clothes back on when a white car stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Mary, who was sitting in the car, honked the horn twice, and Qin Zhibo quickly picked up Belmod and ran towards the car.

He first put Belmode in the back seat, and then sat in himself.

The moment the car door closed, Mary stepped on the accelerator and the car accelerated into the distance.

At this point, Qin Zhibo, who was sitting in the back seat, dared to take a deep breath and slumped on the car seat.

Although Belmod is not heavy, carrying it all the way and worrying about the people in the organization still consumes a lot of energy and energy.

Mary, who was sitting in the driver's seat in front, was controlling the steering wheel and looking at the rearview mirror diagonally above the car.

That face that I hadn't seen for seventeen years and should have felt strange was still very familiar.

This was indeed the face of the man who had spent time with him day and night.

"Qin..."

"Is it really not him?"

Qin Zhibo knew that the "him" Mary was talking about was Akai Muwu.

Although just watching what happened on Vauxhall Bridge in her room had already made her understand that the man in front of her was not the man she wanted.

Maybe not even a man...

But under this situation, she still wanted to make more confirmations.

"Well, it's not Akai Muwu..."

In order to dispel the last bit of unrealistic fantasy in Mary's mind, Qin Zhibo raised his hand and grabbed the edge of the human skin mask under his chin.

With a strong tug, "Akai Muwu"'s face was torn off like a delicate skin.

The completely distorted face was thrown onto the car seat, and a woman's face was revealed.

She has long, light golden wavy hair and an impeccably delicate face, as if she is a charm created by God himself. She is peacefully closing her eyes at this moment.

Looking at the suddenly changing face, Mary's hands clenched the steering wheel, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed through her pupils.

But the next second, she restrained her negative emotions and asked sternly.

"Is this woman Belmode?"

"Yes."

Qin Zhibo nodded affirmatively, looking at this delicate face without any trace of age, and said lightly: "Maybe you have some impression of this face. Her public identity in the United States is the female star Chris Wynyard..."

"Really?" Mary's tone was unmoved, "I don't pay much attention to today's TV stars..."

Qin Zhibo straightened Belmod's body, "Then she has another identity, that is, Chris Wynyard's mother, called Sharon Wynyard."

"Sharon Wynyard?"

Mary had obviously heard of this name, and turned her head in surprise, "Isn't that a big star who has won an Oscar?"

"Yes, that's her." Qin Zhibo replied.

"In other words, her current face is actually disguised?"

"No..." Qin Zhibo pulled Belmod's face in a demonstrative manner. The skin felt so delicate that it could be broken by blowing a bomb.

"This is not a disguise, this is her true face."

"In other words, that Sharon Wynyard is her disguise..."

Hearing this, Mary, who was driving, was shocked, with surprise in her eyes.

Although the birthday of superstar Sharon Wynyard has always been a secret, it was speculated that she was close to 50 years old until her death.

At the age of 50, how can it be possible to maintain the appearance of a woman in her most perfect period?

But then, her shocked eyes calmed down again, and she murmured: "It's probably because of plastic surgery..."

This is the most rational guess.

But Qin Zhibo knew that this was not the power of surgical procedures such as plastic surgery, but a more "magical" power.

When she still had this exquisite appearance, Belmode took the medicine made by Elena Miyano.

This drug is based on the "Silver Bullet" drug developed by Baijiu Company to treat deep diving syndrome, and is an improved new drug.

It is also the predecessor drug of APTX-4869 currently developed by Haiyuan Ai.

On the surface, this medicine has the effect of restoring beauty and stopping the aging of the body.

But now that we know that the purpose of the organization's boss is related to Cthulhu, it is hard to imagine that the organization will spend a lot of energy to develop this kind of drug.

Moreover, according to the content of the tape left by Elena Miyano, it seems that Belmode was not a beneficiary of the drug, but more like an experimenter.

Therefore, this made Qin Zhibo even more determined that the purpose of researching drugs in black tissue has a profound meaning.

It is definitely not as simple as poison simply for killing people or making people look good.

As for the purpose of this, now I finally have the opportunity to question Belmod in detail.

As long as we can figure out the true meaning of these drugs, we can predict the next actions of the organization to a certain extent.

A white car speeds through an intersection with a green light.

Just as the car reached the middle of the road, a black Hummer SUV suddenly accelerated out of the road.

The two cars collided violently.

Almost instantly, the white family sedan was lifted off the roof of the four-wheel-drive Hummer off-road vehicle.

The white car spun twice in the middle of the road, and the vehicle almost tipped over in the middle of the road under the action of centrifugal force.

But fortunately, the car stayed at a 45° angle for a second and then fell back to the ground.

But even so, the front of the car was severely deformed by the impact.

The screams of passers-by, the honking of cars, and the sound of sudden braking resounded throughout the intersection.

…

In the back seat of the white car, Qin Zhibo just felt like the world was spinning suddenly, as if an earthquake had occurred.

His mind was in chaos now, and he could only use willpower to forcefully open his eyes.

Through the slits of his slightly squinted eyes, he could see a piece of pure white light.

Suddenly, the white light seemed to be obscured by huge hazy black shadows.

The dark figure pried open the car door with extremely skillful techniques and took something from inside the car.

The next second, several gunshots were heard.

Piu, Piu, Piu...

At the same time, Mary, who was in the driver's seat, was lying on the airbag, with almost her entire face sinking into the soft airbag.

She also forced herself to regain consciousness and slowly raised her head.

A line of blood flowing down his forehead somewhat obscured his vision.

But she still saw a black Hummer parked outside the shattered front window.

The back door of the off-road vehicle was open, and a woman in a windbreaker was standing by the door, seeming to be directing something.

After a while, two men in black held a familiar body and stuffed it into the back seat of the car.

"quick!"

"boarding!"

The woman in the trench coat waved her hand, and the man in black quickly got into the off-road vehicle.

The woman was the last one to get on the bus.

Before getting into the car, the woman turned her eyes to the driver's seat of the white car and raised the corners of her mouth slightly towards Mary who was lying on the air bag.

It was a smile that seemed to have been seen somewhere.

Immediately afterwards, she also got into the off-road vehicle and drove away.

Mary lay on the airbag and wanted to get up and chase, but the strength in her body and the consciousness in her mind were quickly passing away.

Before she completely fell into coma, the only thing left in her mind was the face smiling at her.

Elena?

…

Wimbledon, London, Center Court.

Let...wipe the net.

"Oh~!"

The audience was in an uproar, and the sounds they made were both regretful and more surprising.

Because the game had just begun, the Queen of Turf, who was regarded as the favorite to win the championship, conceded three goals in a row.
To be continued...