I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"About 70%." Serabelle didn't think too much about it. "At least according to the information we have so far, the only person who can perform the disguise to that extent besides Kaito Kid himself is Chris Wynyard."

"I'm not asking you the chances of Chrissie Wynyard being a member of the Black Organization, but -"

Having said this, Akai Mary paused slightly, pursed her lips, and seemed to be struggling.

"I'm sure you can come back safely."

"…If we are not discovered, then we will be able to return safely. But if we are discovered…"

Serabelle said nothing more, as everything was already said without words.

This is a very simple truth. Although he could easily wipe out an entire gang alone in the UK, that was under the premise of surprise.

Moreover, the gangs he wiped out were almost all local bosses. Although they had guns and maybe cannons, they were ultimately just a scattered civil organization with no discipline at all.

But if it is a large organization with a strict division of labor, it will not be that simple.

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

Serabelle was interrupted before she could finish her words.

A cold and slightly sweaty little hand covered his mouth to stop him from speaking any further.

Akai Mary was silent for a moment, then came over, stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly.

"Nothing can happen. You must come back safely. If you find anything wrong, evacuate immediately. It doesn't matter even if you find out everything... You must come back safely."

"Ah."

Chapter 87 Sister Bei, Sister Bei~

If you randomly ask anyone on the street where the capital of the United States is, about eight out of ten will think about it and then say it is in Washington.

As for why there are only eight, because the remaining two will be blurted out without hesitation and thought: New York.

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

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

Therefore, Wall Street in New York is even known as the "barometer of the American economy."

Apart from Wall Street, the most famous of New York's other famous blocks is Broadway.

The original English name of Broadway actually translates to "Broad Street", but its history can be traced back to the 1810th century, when Broadway had already become the center of American theatrical art activities. The Park Theater, established in , is the ancestor of all current Broadway theaters.

After more than two hundred years of development, this once glorious center of American theatrical arts, which almost came to an end in 1930 due to the economic crisis, has developed into a 25-kilometer-long street running north-south across the Manhattan Islands.

It was once glorious, and it also declined, but now it has become even more glorious.

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

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

They were now riding in a classic coupe, which looked somewhat similar in style to the Porsche 356A, except that it was silver.

Serabelle didn't know where Yukiko got the car from. Anyway, when they got off the plane, she said that she had already reserved the car for the next few days, so they just had to follow her.

Then the situation became like this -

"What bad luck! What bad luck! I'm going to miss the chance!"

The sharp wind whistled through the car windows and the hand-cranked doors of the coupe, and the reasonably spaced bridge street lights flew backwards one after another.

Yukiko sat in the driver's seat, looking at the watch on her left wrist from time to time, muttering to herself that it was too late.

Since someone was driving, Serabelle naturally sat in the passenger seat. On the seat next to her legs was a board of opened 2h pencils. In her hand, she was holding a pencil sharpener and sharpening the pencils one by one.

Hearing the complaints from a former female star and older girl next to her, Serabell raised her head and glanced sideways.

“Are we in a hurry now?”

He really didn't know what Yukiko was so anxious about.

Since the commission fee from the Fujieda family last time was paid to the latter, it was Yukiko who bought the direct flight ticket to New York this time.

So there was a small problem when buying the plane ticket.

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

So, the two of them arrived early the night before.

Actually, it’s nothing. It’s better to arrive early than late. What’s more, it’s only one night early, and you can just prepare in advance.

"Well, how should I put it..." Yukiko smiled awkwardly, "I actually made an appointment with a few friends to visit them when I come to New York. They just happen to have performances on Broadway these few days. I also asked them to help rent this car. After all, they helped me, and if I break the appointment, I might feel... embarrassed."

"Since there are performances these days, why don't we just go and watch them tomorrow?" Serabelle expressed her incomprehension.

"Well, I've already made an agreement..." Yukiko was a little embarrassed. "I didn't pay attention to the time when I was on the plane before, so I sent them a message to tell them that I would arrive in a few hours, and they replied to say that it would be just in time for tonight's rehearsal. They said that since it's already been agreed upon, I can't not go, right?"

Serabelle: “…”

Okay, that's okay.

"Hoohoo~ Then in order not to break our promise, let's do this——"

The sudden pause gave Serabelle a sense of foreboding.

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

"I'll say it again, time is going to speed up!"

The strictly tuned silver coupe immediately emitted a powerful roar. The push back brought by the rapid acceleration almost knocked the pencil sharpener in Serabelle's hand away, while the cheerful and unconventional singing of an older girl came from the side.

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

grass……

Serabelle held her forehead slightly in her heart.

However, what he didn't notice was that red and blue police lights flashed in the rearview mirror facing the rear of the car.

……

I have to say that Yukiko's driving skills are pretty good. She compressed the journey that was originally scheduled to take at least fifteen minutes into five minutes.

But it's also a bit bad.

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

He wasn't carsick and didn't want to vomit, but it felt like being tied to a large pendulum in a VAN-like position and tossed up and down for five minutes at a time... and face down.

So thrilling and exciting.

Wu——!

Six seconds after Yukiko stopped the car, accompanied by a siren that sounded long in the wind, a police car with English letters printed on it braked suddenly and stopped beside the silver coupe.

Huh?

Yukiko seemed to have just realized something, but then a knock on the window came from outside the car.

Rolling down the car window, there was a white policeman who seemed to be quite proficient in melting dark chocolate on one knee. The look he gave Yukiko was terrifying.

"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were driving just now?"

"Oh, I'm really sorry..."

With a slight twitch of her lips, Yukiko recalled her behavior as a five-star citizen of Los Santos just now, and silently switched to fluent English to apologize. At the same time, she began to think whether it would be better for her to take the initiative to express her willingness to pay the fine.

At the same time, another male voice that sounded deeper came from not far behind the car.

"It doesn't matter. She is one of our own. She is an undercover agent of the New York Police Department. The speed she drove just now must be because she is tracking a wanted criminal."

"Eh?"

Hearing this voice, the white policeman who was originally leaning over the car window immediately stood up straight, looked in the direction of the voice and said tremblingly.

"Sheriff?"

The person who spoke was a slightly fat middle-aged white man... bald.

Serabelle also glanced over, and to be honest, she had a strong sense of déjà vu at first sight.

Same outfit, same chubby figure, same mustache. If he wore a round hat and looked a little younger, he would probably become Inspector Megure's beautiful colleague.

Of course, Serabelle wouldn't believe the nonsense that Yukiko was an agent of the New York Police Department, she was just a little curious.

"Is that your fan, Sister Yukiko?"

"Well, that's not the case."

Her eyes fell on the American version of Inspector Megure who was still negotiating with his subordinates, and Yukiko lowered her voice slightly.

"That's Sergeant Radisseau of the New York Police Department. We worked together on a case before. His wife is Japanese, so she speaks fluent Japanese."

"Oh……"

This "Captain Radisseau" was clearly inferior in status in the New York Police Department. With just a few words, he sent the policeman, who had already taken out the ticket, back to the police car without any temper.

Ten seconds later, as the police car turned around and drove away, the American version of Inspector Megure also came to the silver coupe.

"Thank you for what you said just now, Chief Radishou." Yukiko smiled gratefully and switched to Japanese. "But why are you here at this time?"

"Sheriff Radishou...?"

Through the car window, the American version of Inspector Megure outside the door seemed to smile.

Without saying anything else, he took his hand out of his coat pocket, reached behind his head, and gently tore it.

The disguise mask broke instantly, and the almost enchantingly beautiful face was exposed to the air, with aqua green eyes and long wavy golden hair falling like a waterfall.

Yukiko was distracted for a moment.

"You are……"

Chapter 88 Testing each other

In just a dozen seconds, the originally fat and bald middle-aged white man turned into a stunning beauty with flowing blonde hair and a curvaceous figure.

Everything happened so suddenly. No one expected that the hottest female star in the world of film would appear on Broadway at night a day earlier than her announcement.

"You are... Miss Chris!"

It was just a trance, and Yukiko immediately came back to her senses.

Although for a moment she almost saw the shadow of her old friend in the other person, she could still tell which was illusion and which was reality.

There is no doubt that Sharon Wynyard has passed away. This was reported by almost all entertainment media around the world at the time. There was even a full video of the funeral on the Internet, so there was no need to confirm it again.

"Good evening, Ms. Fujimine." Chris smiled. "Come to think of it, although I've heard my mother mention you countless times before she passed away, this should be the first time we meet...ah, maybe it would be more appropriate to call you Ms. Kudo?"

"It's okay, it's just a name anyway, it doesn't matter what you call me."

After turning off the car and pulling the handbrake, Yukiko opened the door, got out and waved happily.

"But now that it's like this, I feel like it's a bit weird to still call her Ms. It makes me look old. If you don't mind, just call her 'Yukiko' like a normal friend without adding suffixes like Ms. or Miss. How about that?"

"Of course, Yukiko."

Faced with a female fellow student, Chrissie Wynyard very naturally accepted this title, which seemed somewhat disrespectful to those who had a strong sense of traditional seniority.

On the bustling streets of New York, two beautiful women who would attract 100% of the attention wherever they went smiled at each other. For a moment, even Serabel, who had gotten out of the car with Yukiko, seemed to have less presence.

However, Chris quickly noticed the young man brought by her "junior master". Her sexy long eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a little.

"Who is this……"

"Ah, hello, hello, my name is——"

Serabelle maintained his determined look as always, but as soon as he spoke, his whole body shook violently.

He was caught in the neck by Yukiko's decisive shot of the Thunder Plow Hot Knife, and she hugged him with a smile.

"His name is Serabelle. He is the child of a distant relative of mine in the United States. In terms of seniority, he is my cousin. I happened to bring him along when I came to the United States this time."

"Hello~"

Serabelle leaned over and waved her claws in cooperation.

Without giving the other party too much chance to dwell on this topic, Yukiko looked around.

"But I didn't expect Miss Chris to show up on Broadway today. I saw the update you posted on Twitter. It seems that she showed up a day earlier than expected."

"Yes."