"Mary, you really are in Japan. Why did you betray MI6?"
At this time, whether it was the Matsuba Society leader or the other MI6 agents in the room, they had all been dealt with by Toru.
Only one person had his arm pinned down by Mary and was held on the ground.
"Nomad, you shouldn't have come here."
Mary clearly knew this person. She called out his code name, her tone cold.
The MI6 agent code-named Nomad struggled a few times, but Mary held his joint, making it impossible for him to exert any strength no matter how hard he tried.
Seeing that he couldn't break free, Nomad gave up, gritting his teeth as he asked, "What exactly is in Japan that makes you stay here for so long? What are you looking for here?"
Mary shook her head and did not answer. She only said flatly, "As an MI6 agent, you should know your fate."
Nomad looked dejected. "Go ahead. I can accept dying by your hand, but dying by a colleague's hand makes me a little sad."
The other party seemed to have completely given up.
Toru handed over a dagger.
Mary slowly took it and raised the dagger in her hand.
Just then, the agent code-named Nomad suddenly turned, trying to snatch Mary's dagger.
As an operative strictly trained by MI6, how could he surrender so easily? He had been trying to find a way to make Mary lower her guard.
However, Mary was faster than him. Holding the dagger in a forward grip, she was like a flash of lightning, stabbing into his throat.
Nomad staggered back two steps, clutching the wound on his throat, spitting blood, and slowly collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide and lifeless.
After killing her former colleague, Mary searched his body and found a small device, which she crushed.
"Okay, now MI6 headquarters can't see us."
After doing all this, Mary finally spoke to Toru.
Toru's demeanor immediately changed drastically, from a professional Mexican killer back to his original self.
"You seem very melancholic."
Toru said this while taking a cigarette from his pocket and handing it over.
Mary took it, lit it, and stood among a pile of corpses, smoking.
"After all, he was a former colleague. We even completed missions assigned by MI6 together and cooperated well."
"Now I have to kill him, and I do feel sad inside."
Mary said this as she exhaled smoke.
"If your body hadn't shrunk, perhaps you wouldn't have had to betray MI6."
Toru's words made Mary shake her head. "The conflict between Wilson and me had already reached the point where we were facing each other on the battlefield."
"Even without this incident, he would definitely have found a way to act against me, and there was no way I would just surrender. The final outcome would inevitably have been like this."
The Wilson Mary mentioned was the current department head of MI6, and also the gentlemanly old man who had given Toru the mission to find Mary.
Mary was too famous in MI6. Too many agents admired and followed her.
Although Wilson became the head, most of the power was in Mary's hands. There was no way he could accept that, so he would definitely find a way to regain power.
Normally, Mary should have had the upper hand.
However, Mary had been poisoned by Vermouth and turned into a child, which forced her to choose to betray MI6.
And with this excuse, Wilson could quickly sweep away all of Mary's influence in MI6 while also pursuing her.
Wait a minute, could Vermouth wanting to kill Mary be related to Wilson? Could MI6, like the CIA, have cooperation with the Black Organization?
Toru fell into thought.
This was easy to verify. He just needed to ask Vermouth.
After finishing her cigarette, Mary stubbed it out. "Let's go. MI6 has now confirmed that I'm in Japan, and the matter of shrinking has been glossed over, so MI6 won't suspect anything anymore."
"However, between Wilson and me, one of us must die for this matter to end."
"And I don't want to be the one who dies."
Toru and Mary walked past the corpses scattered across the Matsuba Society headquarters, left the Japanese garden, and got into the Porsche.
Toru took out his phone and casually called the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to report it.
Not long after, Megure rushed over with his subordinates. Seeing that more than a hundred people had died here again, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.
What was happening to Japan? Had it started becoming like South America?
But in South American countries, the capital's public security was generally still acceptable, while Japan's capital, Tokyo, was already so chaotic that people could die anywhere?
"Want to go for a drink together?"
After killing people, the best thing to do was drink and then release some passion.
He just didn't know if Mary would be willing.
Probably, most likely not.
"Let's go. Since becoming a child, I haven't touched alcohol in a long time, and my mouth is craving it."
Mary replied.
The two drove to a bar.
Before getting out of the car, Toru said, "Change your makeup. I'd rather date the younger you."
"Heh, I really am an old woman."
Mary gave a self-deprecating smile.
She took out a makeup mirror and removed the elderly makeup she had deliberately applied to her face, revealing her handsome and exquisite beautiful face.
"Satisfied now?"
Mary picked up a hat and put it on. She still did not want people to see her younger appearance, in case she was discovered by MI6.
Toru was the same. He also wore a hat.
Now he was also a celebrity in Japan, and if someone accidentally saw him, it could easily cause a commotion or make the news.
The two arrived at the bar. It was a quiet bar, and they found a corner to sit down.
They ordered two cocktails and chatted idly.
"Your gaze is too intense, Fujiwara."
Mary was an experienced person, so how could she not see the desire in Toru's eyes?
"When I'm out drinking with a beautiful woman, if I don't feel anything at all, doesn't that mean the woman has no charm?"
"I'm just proving your charm, Mary."
Toru once again used the nickname Mary had after shrinking.
"By age, I'm more than old enough to be your mother. No, I could almost be your grandmother."
Mary wasn't shy. In fact, she was quite bold. Under the table, one beautiful leg clad in trousers lifted and lightly rested below Toru's abdomen, her eyes playful.
For a moment, Toru couldn't quite figure out what this woman was thinking.
If he acted completely captivated by her now, would this older woman get a hold over him?
If Mary was interested in him, and he was about to make a move, only for Mary to suddenly reject him, that would be very awkward.
As a top MI6 agent, Mary was skilled in psychology and the art of a woman seducing a man.
He had to be careful.
Every action of this woman might have a deeper meaning. Whether she was teasing him or rejecting him, perhaps it was all a form of testing.
So annoying!
Toru only felt it was troublesome.
Whether it was mature women like Yukiko or Eri, their thoughts were actually easy to read.
No matter how high their social status or how rich their life experience was, they had not received professional training. Their actions came from emotion.
And young girls' thoughts were even more directly written on their faces. With Toru's ability, he could see their intentions at a glance.
Only someone like Mary, who was both experienced and professionally trained, made it impossible for Toru to guess any of her thoughts, and he even had to be careful not to fall into her trap.
This was an opponent as difficult as Vermouth.
When facing Vermouth back then, it had taken Toru two years to enter her heart, and that was because Vermouth herself was lonely.
But Mary was different. She now had two sons and a daughter, and her family was relatively complete, not something he could easily break through.
Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and Toru replied perfunctorily, "Mary, go ask anyone now, and they'll definitely say you're only in your twenties. How could you be old enough to be a grandmother?"
Mary was about to say something when her expression suddenly changed. The smile on her lips vanished, and a look of pain appeared on her face.
(To be continued.)