Finally, Fox dragged Wesley to the aisle of the personal care section.
Just at the moment they passed by Alice.
Time was infinitely stretched in Alice's consciousness.
Fox was fully focused on the nightmarish sniper outside the door, while Wesley was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
In this chaotic domain filled with flying medicine powder, paper scraps, and wood chips, no one noticed Alice, the passerby.
Alice extended her right hand.
Between her index and middle fingers, she held a liquid tracker as tiny as a fingernail.
This was a positioning system based on fluid dynamics and micro-bio-batteries that Alice had handcrafted in the laboratory after loading the Ai Haibara character card.
During the 0.1-second time gap when Fox dragged Wesley past her, Alice pretended to be shoved by the crowd and flicked her finger against the groove of the sole of Wesley's worn-out leather shoe, which had become badly scuffed from his struggle.
Adhesion successful.
Alice withdrew her hand.
"Good luck, Wesley."
She said softly, her tone filled with the joy of a successful prank.
Then, a bottle of body wash she was holding accidentally slipped from her hand.
It then coincidentally crashed onto the fulcrum of a tall display rack of promotional lubricant that was stacked high.
Clatter—
A dozen opened bottles of lubricant rolled onto the ground, and the floor instantly turned into the World's slipperiest skating rink.
Cross, who was moving at high speed tactically in an attempt to pursue, slipped.
Even though he was a top-tier assassin, facing this kind of absolute physical slipperiness, his body balance was instantly lost, and he stumbled.
It was this momentary stagnation.
That bullet, which should have blocked Fox's retreat, missed by three centimeters and shattered the light tube above Alice's head.
Amidst the flying sparks, Fox turned her head abruptly, her muzzle instinctively pointing at the source of the chaos.
But in the dim light and flying sparks, she saw a face.
A face wearing a hoodie, with an innocent smile on it.
Fox's pupils constricted violently.
It's her again!
Alice squatted in the middle of the lubricant and broken glass, blinking at the murderous Fox and the confused Wesley, who was covered in snot and tears and had no idea what had happened.
She raised her hand, made an elegant gesture of invitation, moved her lips slightly, and shouted in a lip-reading language that only Fox could understand.
"Run, Forrest, Run."
Fox gritted her teeth and gave Alice a deep look.
But she didn't fire.
Because her intuition told her that shooting wouldn't kill this girl, and instead, the pause from that shot would cause her to be caught by the real God of Death behind her.
"Go!"
Fox kicked open the back door and dragged Wesley into the back alley.
A red Dodge Viper was parked there.
Alice stood up, brushed the glass shards off her body, and couldn't help but chuckle as she watched the famous Cross slip on the lubricant, clumsily scramble up, and continue his pursuit.
As the roar of the V10 engine quickly faded away, the pharmacy became quiet.
The damaged fluorescent light tube hissed with electrical noise, and the cashier hiding under the counter sobbed softly.
A few minutes later, in the deep and dark alley outside the pharmacy.
Alice's figure silently emerged from the air.
She leaned against the mottled red brick wall and took out the phone whose underlying logic she had modified from her pocket.
On the screen, a bright red dot was moving across the digital map at a crazy speed.
"160 km/h; Fox's driving is indeed as violent as ever."
Alice watched the light dot sweep across the Manhattan bridge, pass through the tunnel, and head east all the way to the Brooklyn industrial area.
Alice put away her phone, looked at the neon lights on the Manhattan skyline, and revealed a meaningful smile.
She walked back to the Suburban and started the engine.
Half an hour later.
Brooklyn, the intersection of 55th Street and 1st Avenue.
This was a famous old industrial area in New York, with huge red brick factory buildings stretching in rows, and steam pipes exposed like the entrails of a monster.
Alice sat in the car, watching the red dot on her phone finally stop moving.
The red dot stopped inside a textile factory that looked like it had been abandoned for half a century.
At that moment, the red dot disappeared.
Obviously, that place had some kind of signal jamming device, or it was deep underground.
But at the last moment before the signal disappeared, the coordinates had been deeply engraved in Alice's mind.
Alice looked at the textile factory, which appeared particularly eerie in the night.
A huge chimney towered into the clouds, withered ivy covered the outer walls, the main gate was tightly closed, and only a few people who looked like homeless wanderers were lingering nearby.
No one would have guessed that beneath this seemingly ordinary factory building, a killer organization that had been passed down for a thousand years was hidden.
They used a so-called Loom of Fate to interpret the texture codes on the fabric to decide who should die and who should live.
However, in reality, the oracle woven by the Loom of Fate was actually binary code that could be artificially tampered with."
Alice bit her straw, a glimmer of excitement flashing in her eyes.
Since the lair had been found, the next game would no longer be hide-and-seek. It would be hunting.
Alice took out her phone and sent an encrypted message to Lisbeth.
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