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The Metropolitan Police Department's beauty subconsciously turned her head and saw the fake Takagi standing calmly in place, showing no intention of chasing after her at all.

Because at this moment, she was already holding a delicate women's pistol in her hand, and the muzzle was pointed directly at her—

Miwako Sato never imagined that one day she would see a look called "allure" on Takagi's face.

Moreover, even though she hadn't heard the other person's voice, the fake Takagi's words seemed to ring clearly in her ears:

"Farewell, Officer Sato."

The next moment, the fake Takagi had already pulled the trigger.

Sato Miwako felt a sharp pain in her chest and could no longer maintain her balance, falling straight down.

"what a pity."

Upon seeing this, the fake Takagi sighed with slight regret and slowly walked towards the edge of the balcony.

She actually admired the police officer quite a bit, and had no intention of killing him unless absolutely necessary.

But who could blame this police officer for being so reckless as to try and uncover the organization's secrets?

However, a look of surprise quickly appeared on the fake Takagi's face.

Because the scene she had envisioned—Sato Miwako lying downstairs covered in blood—did not occur.

At that moment, all she saw was the back of the Metropolitan Police Department's beauty queen, clutching her chest, as she quickly walked away.

Sato, having confirmed that the fake Takagi hadn't followed, hid in the shadows of a stairwell, clutching his chest and breathing heavily.

To be honest, when she saw that the other party still had a gun, she felt that she was really going to die this time.

That's outrageous! Such a skilled guy actually has a gun!

Sato simply couldn't imagine how outrageous the destructive power would be once this fake Takagi started committing evil deeds without restraint.

But how exactly did I survive?

The impact to her chest made it clear to Miwako Sato that she had indeed been shot.

Fortunately, she was not injured.

Huh, what's this?!

Soon, the police officer pulled a gold coin from his clothes with a look of astonishment. It was the "Emperor's Coin" that Yin Kong had given to her and Takagi not long ago.

A twisted and deformed bullet is now deeply embedded in the gold coin.

Clearly, it was this thing that saved him from that fatal shot.

Moreover, Sato clearly remembers that the original "Emperor's Coin" should have been warm to the touch and gave a sense of security when held in his hand.

At this moment, the tactile sensation seemed to have disappeared, and even the color of the gold coin seemed to have become dull and lackluster.

It wasn't until Sato Miwako's figure completely disappeared into the corridor that the fake Takagi finally came to his senses.

She was absolutely certain that her shot had hit the other person's heart.

She couldn't possibly make such a basic mistake over such a short distance.

But facts speak louder than words, and whatever the reason, it is clear that Miwako Sato successfully escaped.

More importantly, she also took away the organization's secrets.

The fake Takagi frowned slightly at first, but relaxed when he saw Sato's cell phone left on the table.

In this situation, isn't the answer to the question of where this Metropolitan Police Department's beauty queen would seek refuge obvious?

The fake Takagi quickly returned downstairs, got into the car, and soon tore off the disguise mask, revealing a young and alluring face.

Without a doubt, this uninvited guest impersonating Takagi is none other than Vermouth, a member of the Black Organization who operates around the world in the guise of international movie star Chris Vineyard.

Just as she was driving towards the Metropolitan Police Department, her phone suddenly rang.

"This number is—?!"

Vermouth, who had been somewhat nonchalant, suddenly focused her attention, because it was clearly the contact number from one of her safe houses in the United States.

Chapter 113 Another Me

Vermouth immediately pulled over to the side of the road and looked at her phone.

Because the safe house that number pointed to was one of the most concealed of her many safe houses.

Could it be that the organization's enemies have found her escape route and are trying to warn her in this way?

Vermouth frowned slightly and quickly dismissed the possibility.

Rather than giving her a lukewarm warning in this way, it's better to pretend nothing's wrong and lay a trap in the safe house.

If she were to unknowingly step into this safe house someday in the future, wouldn't she be walking right into a trap?

Vermouth hesitated for a few seconds before answering the phone.

Then, a very familiar voice rang out:

"What have you done, you woman?!"

My own voice?

Although Vermouth, given her current personality, probably wouldn't be so furious as to question others, as a master of disguise and voice changing, she immediately recognized that the person calling was using her voice.

Of course, this doesn't mean anything.

There are very few people like her who can imitate other people's voices anytime, anywhere without any props. However, if you use voice changers or other technological means, it is not difficult to replicate her voice.

"Why aren't you talking, Sharon Vineyard?! Don't think I don't know, you're definitely listening... Forget about your organization or Karasuma Renya's crappy mission, get back here right now, or I'll eat her—ouch! I was just saying, I didn't really mean to eat her..."

Vermouth was stunned.

She had considered that this phone call might bring intrigue and scheming, deals and threats, but she never expected the other party to be like this—

However, the other party not only revealed her true identity directly, but also knew the BOSS's real name.

Even within the organization, the number of people who know these things is extremely limited.

Another mole has appeared within the organization?

Images flashed through Vermouth's mind.

But clearly, none of them match the idiot on the other end of the phone:

"Who are you anyway?"

"You don't need to know who I am." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became somewhat frantic. "Anyway, whatever you just did, whoever you ran into, stay far away from me—wait! You're in Beika Town, aren't you? Come back right now, immediately! Right now!"

Is he warning himself to return to the United States?

Is this what they want?

Vermouth fell into thought, and a sense of bewilderment inevitably arose in her heart.

After all, even if she did return to the United States, what would the other party gain?

"Why should I listen to you?"

"If it weren't for the possibility of me being implicated, who would care if you died!"

The mysterious person on the other end of the phone was clearly very agitated, especially when he heard Vermouth's indifferent tone.

If I get into danger, will the other person be implicated?

Or is it just something that was made up?

After another long silence, the mysterious person on the other end of the phone seemed to have finally recovered from their frantic state and sighed:

"Forget it, with your personality, you won't believe me easily unless you produce some solid evidence. Let me see, are you still in the car? Thank goodness, if you were already in jail... By the way, you can't answer the phone no matter where you are."

Vermouth was naturally taken aback and cautiously observed her surroundings.

The mysterious person's tone made it seem as if they could see her in person.

And she is indeed sitting in the car right now.

Could it be that the number from the American safe house was just a disguise, and the other party was actually observing them from the surrounding rooftops, or even had already set up a sniper rifle?

"Don't worry, I'm not your enemy. Look up and check your rearview mirror."

Vermouth looked up in surprise and then froze.

Because she saw "Vermouth" in the mirror, looking at her with a mysterious smile:

"Hi, would you like to play rock-paper-scissors? There's a prize if you win!"

Vermouth didn't answer, but instinctively chopped the rearview mirror into pieces.

Then, to her utter shock, she discovered that it was indeed just an ordinary mirror, not some electronic screen that could transmit images.

"How irritable!" Vermouth in the mirror shards looked amused upon seeing this. "So, you can be scared too."

"Who exactly are you?"

The "Vermouth" in the lens grinned:

"What's wrong? The thing you've been pursuing is right in front of you, yet you're hesitant to accept it?"

What I've always been pursuing?

Vermouth's body stiffened, staring incredulously at her reflection in the glasses:

"Are you—a demon?"

"Demons? That's what Karasuma Renya does call us, but our real name is Shadow Apostles... Feel honored, you might be the first human to know that name."

After another Vermouth corrected him, she frowned and said:

"Hey, don't you have a bigger mirror?"

Vermouth was taken aback, and immediately took out her makeup mirror.

Sure enough, the demon who called himself the Shadow Apostle soon appeared in the makeup mirror.

This time, Vermouth could see not only the other person's face, but also the scenery around them.

The demon, who looked exactly like him, was now wearing a revealing bikini and lounging lazily on a folding chair in front of the villa's pool.

Surrounded by not only tender steaks grilled over charcoal and her carefully collected fine wines, there was also a large television playing "Tom and Jerry."

Sure enough, this was the villa she used as a safe house.

Without a doubt, the "Vermouth" appearing in the mirror at this moment is none other than the "Changing Witch" who recently gained Yin Kong's approval and successfully descended into the real world.

At first, she was naturally tormented by Zhongli's talismans, suffering unbearable pain and unable to move an inch.

But soon, she was pleasantly surprised to find that as long as she didn't think about harming humans, she could do whatever she wanted.

Originally, apart from "human beings" and "fallen souls," any food would taste like cardboard in her mouth.

But now, she finds herself able to taste the deliciousness of ordinary food, just like those humans.

The "Ever-Changing Witch" cut off a piece of steak and put it in her mouth, savoring its tender and juicy texture, and asked:

"You must be very happy using my power, right?"

Chapter 114 Codename

Upon discovering that the other party was living in her house, enjoying her collection, and possibly even using her credit card, Vermouth suddenly realized that the demon the organization had been relentlessly pursuing might be completely different from what she had imagined.

"You must be very happy using my power, right?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth was startled and immediately recalled the changes that had occurred in her recently.

Not only can the body become incredibly flexible, but even restraints like handcuffs can be easily broken, and physical fitness has also increased remarkably.

Otherwise, without relying on firearms, even though she was indeed stronger than Sato Miwako, she would never have been able to subdue her so easily.

However, she hasn't told anyone about this astonishing change, nor has she dared to tell anyone.

So, all these changes were because of this guy in front of me?

"Of course it's because of me." [The Ever-Changing Witch] narrowed her eyes slightly, seemingly already immersed in the enjoyment of the food again. "Although I'm not quite sure how Karasuma Renya did it, he did borrow a little bit of our power by giving you various code names."

The little bit she mentioned here was completely unembellished.

Within the Black Organization, members with codenames do indeed experience additional enhancements in their physical attributes and talents under the influence of the Shadow Force.