While Okao was thinking, the silver-white scalpel in his hand was ready.

His mind is bound to Zuo Wei's soul. As long as he feels the crisis, the scalpel will be faster than his own reflex nerves.

This woman must have a gun. If she faces her with bare hands, she will be at risk of getting a bullet, so even if her strength is far superior to these ordinary people, she will not dare to be arrogant.

Standing outside the door of the security passage, Okabaya uses his keen perception ability to capture the place where the anger is emitted and the distance formed between himself.

His eyes flashed, and Okabaya gently pushed open the door in front of him.

After the door is opened, you can clearly see all the movements in the hotel corridor in the gap.

One of Okaga's eyes, approached the distance after the door was opened, and tried hard to capture the picture.

Um?

The location of the evil spirit should be nearby, but Okao saw no one except a cleaning waiter, let alone a woman dressed up so conspicuously.

Instead of rushing to open the door and walk out of the safety passage, he repeatedly checked his eyes around and thought seriously.

Because the anger is still there, but people are not seen.

This is an extremely strange thing in itself. This woman should have disguised herself through some means. However, she should not know that she could judge the existence of a certain type of person through invisible and intangible things like "resentment".

So there is only one possibility, that woman is proficient in disguise skills.

She either hides somewhere and doesn't appear, or pretends to be someone to reduce her vigilance.

Okata's eyes gradually locked in the waiter who was doing the cleaning work. Although his eyes were crowded, his eyes were the same as his sense of smell. They were several times more than ordinary people, almost bringing the other person's image closer.

The waiter was cleaning carefully, and he kept bent over and couldn't see his face very clearly. He seemed to be working hard to clean the blankets in the hotel corridor with a vacuum cleaner, but looking at his hair and dressing, he should be a man.

Ogata couldn't see any clues. If this waiter was really the woman disguising herself, she could only say that her skills were too clever. It took a lot of effort to transform from a woman to a male character.

He couldn't help but think of the boy whose nickname seemed to be "The Strange Thieves Kidd". Because when he committed a crime, he changed into various identities and appearances to cover up his true appearance and attack those target jewelry.

Okao grabbed the handrail of the door and he slowly pushed it open the next second!

If the waiter was really pretending to be a posing as a posing, she would not have been fooled or omitted the possibility of her attack.

And she tried hard to pretend to be a male waiter, and she should also want to numb herself in this way. Just do something unexpected! So now she is walking out in a panic, and she will not take action directly, but will stop and take a sneak attack at the moment when he exposes his back.

Of course, if the waiter was not pretending to be her, but Okao thought too much, then he could only determine that the woman was hiding in a certain room, and this room must be the closest to her residence.

So in an instant, many ideas flashed into Okabaya's mind.

He walked out of the safety passage, like a ok, walking on the soft carpet in the hotel corridor, with footsteps covered by the furry texture. He deliberately did not make a sound, but just walked normally.

When the waiter is in the position, he is getting closer and closer.

Respiration decreases frequency and heartbeats steadily.

He looked at the waiter's cleaning action, as if he was analyzing every detail of him.

The scalpel in Okaga's cuffs slowly fit between his palms. The cold texture suppressed the dullness in his heart. His fingertips gently twitched the sharp edge waiting for an opportunity, ensuring that it could be pulled out at the fastest speed at any time.

It was close, and the low sound of the vacuum cleaner was distracting.

While restless, I calmly held my breath.

Okara's eyes locked him, this anger... she is right! Such a powerful disguise technique can actually deceive him, from a woman to a man's image.

If it weren't for the anger coming out of her at close range, Okazu would probably think that she was an ordinary waiter. Because she pretended to be very similar, she never looked up and met her own eyes. When she walked over, she seemed to deliberately let go of the vacuum cleaner to clean the blanket out of her politeness and professional instinct.

Ogata stopped!

The waiter was still cleaning, but she didn't know that her identity had been exposed. Because the woman had already believed in her disguise and makeup skills, she thought that he could not tell her disguise in such a short time.

"Sir, do you need anything?" The waiter put down the work at hand and raised his head. He looked at Okata with a simple and honest face.

Okabaya looked at his face, couldn't help but smile, and said lightly: "What a great skill." As he said, his wrist trembled, and the silver-white scalpel turned into a ray of light and shot out quickly.

The bitter scenery was covered with dazzling silver-white aurora, pausing in front of the waiter!

What?

The waiter widened his eyes in shock. He just felt that a silver-white light was shining in front of him and subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he smelled a cold breath in his breath. What he saw in his sight was a sharp blade that looked like a scalpel. It was less than five centimeters away on his forehead, stagnating in the air, and buzzing metal naturally.

A small bead of sweat emerged from his forehead. The waiter's eyes looked at the scalpel incredibly, their eyes blinked, and they asked hesitantly: "...Sir, what is this?"

"If you know me, don't move around." Okata looked directly at him and said slowly.

The waiter's face looked very ugly, and he looked at the scalpel that could kill him at any time with stiff face.

He asked nervously: "Sir, I am just the hotel's cleaning service staff. If you have any offense, you can go and complain..."

"You are indeed an actor." Okabaya smiled slightly, looked at him and shook his head.

As the waiter tried to explain, a shiny flashed in Okata's eyes, and his lips opened: "Shock!" Just as the sound fell, the scalpel that was originally stuck in front of the waiter's face suddenly burst out with a hot air flow!

The waiter felt a trembling body, and then his head felt a force spreading out from his face.

The next second, the waiter's originally nervous and astonished face and the vivid skin slowly collapsed as the airflow blew.

Pieces of soft glue that resemble muscle tissue turned into fragments that fell into the air!

The eyes that were originally concentrated in the corners of the eyes turned into beautiful and charming eyes. The dark skin on the forehead became particularly fair, and the originally light lips returned to the enchanting and sexy red lips.

The waiter's clothes were still the same, but his face had changed drastically.

Sure enough, it is a superb disguise technique!

The one who appeared in front of Okata was exactly what he met in the restaurant in the morning. The woman who called herself an "actor" should actually be a member of the Black Organization who is good at disguising herself.

"It's indeed the person that Boss wants to catch. Yusuke Okabata!" Belmode's eyes stared at him coldly.

Okara opened his mouth and the first question he asked was: "Who is the waves in your mouth? Don't lie to me."

"Do you think I will tell you?" Under her red lips, there was a proud and sarcastic smile: "Even if you may let me go now, the end of betraying the organization will be dead. I will not take this risk, and I also bet that once the organization cannot contact me, they will use a lot of means to find you or the people around you, which will make you regret what you did today."

"I have no patience, your companions...Corn and Chianti were killed by me."

Okata's eyes turned into the same coldness. He stood in front of this woman, with a sense of solemnity all over his body. Now he doesn't look gentle, but is a fearful thing.

Belmode's heart thumped, his expression changed on his face. When he looked at Okata, he was surprised and suspicious: "Did you kill them?"

Cohen and Chianti are naturally very capable as assassinators in the organization who are good at sniping. They are not something that ordinary people can kill. But now, she saw this scalpel in front of her and his ability to accurately say their names, and she was a little convinced.

Ogata nodded and said to her: "This scalpel can pierce your head in an instant, so it's best to save time and tell the truth before I think you still have value."

Upon hearing this, Belmode seemed to adjust his emotions and smiled with an indescribable reason on his face: "My code name in the organization is 'Belmode', and my status is more important than Cohen and the others. So I can tell you a lot of information and information, which are helpful to you."

This woman would actually agree to be so happy, and she shouldn't be afraid of death. Thinking of this, Okabaya raised her eyebrows and paid attention to her actions, worried that she would play tricks at this time.

Belmode paused and continued, "But I really want to know about you."

"I have been in the organization for a long time. Poss never let me stay alive. You are the first and the most difficult one among my targets to hunt. I think your way of killing Cohen and Chianti should be the same as what threatens me now, right?"

Okabaya looked at her and said it was strange that he did not kill this woman called "Belmode" without any mercy, probably because she didn't look as annoying as the former.

"You don't need to know my affairs. As for your companion, you were indeed killed by this scalpel." Okabaya said coldly.

"Ok." Belmode nodded, and she suddenly reached one hand to her top pocket.

The scalpel, which was originally stagnant in the air and waiting for orders, narrowed the distance between her and the knife, which was originally five centimeters away, directly pressed on Belmode's forehead, and a drop of blood was pointed out.

But Belmode's reaction was very calm.

Okaba’s eyes froze and he said in a deep voice: “If you move around, it will end here.”

"I want to take something. Don't worry, it's definitely not a gun!" Belmode felt the sting on his forehead and his breathing accelerated. His eyes looked at Okata honestly.

Okata's eyes fell on her unbulged top pocket. She was silent for a moment and conveyed it to Sae with her thoughts.

Seeing the scalpel on his forehead and slowly moving back to the distance before, Belmode breathed a sigh of relief and continued to reach out to find out what was in his pocket.

After a long time, she took out a very small, one-inch photo!

"Can you tell me, do you know this girl?" Belmode's eyes flashed with a strange look, and she stared at Okata's face, waiting for the man to give an answer.

Okata looked at the photo that was sandwiched between Belmode's fingers and was slightly stunned.

Because the person in the photo was nothing but Xiaolan!

How could this photo be in her hands?

This should be the ID photo that Xiaolan used when checking in when she flew from Japan to the United States with her. Because Ogata was responsible for keeping her passport and visa, he took away Xiaolan's photo together.

Okabaya asked her directly: "Have you been to my room?"

"Yes, the photo was found in your luggage bag. Tell me who this girl is!" Belmode asked back.

This woman did get the photo of Xiaolan from herself! If it were other means, Xiaolan might be in danger.

Seeing that Ohba did not respond, Belmode was silent for a while and said with a soothing look: "She is a very important angel to me!"

"Angel?"

How could Xiaolan have ever met with such a member of the black-clad organization who kills without blinking?

Okata was suspicious, but he didn't point it out. He wanted to see what this woman said.

"That's right, she made me find the value of self-existence in New York two years ago." Belmode seemed to be recalling something, looking at Xiaolan's photo in his hand, and explaining.

Okata looked at the expression Belmode showed at the moment, not knowing whether she was acting or really expressing emotions. This woman's first-class acting skills made Okata almost unable to detect her reality.
To be continued...