Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 959 The Suicide of Baijiu

"With your talent and abilities, you should be able to pinpoint the submarine's location accurately, right?" Rum said in a low voice.

"Do you think I'll hand over the source code to you just because I retrieved it?" Baijiu retorted.

“I don’t need to assume, I’m sure,” Rum said. “I plan to let you go, and then you will find the source code of the intelligent entity and hand it over to me.”

“In exchange for someone you cherish.” Rum’s gaze turned toward Vermouth.

“Then I will take control of the intelligent entity.” Rum crossed his arms: “And you will be the culprit who unleashed this demon.”

“Rabbit feet… anti-God.” Rum whispered in Baijiu’s ear, “What you took from Shanghai was not a biological weapon.”

“The bottle you used to exchange for Vermouth contained malicious code.” Rum looked up at the liquor: “That initial digital slurry.”

"It has evolved into a weapon that Eastern countries are not yet good at using, and Western countries will never be able to create it."

In an instant, Baijiu's thoughts returned to their conversation in the underground tunnel that day.

McClane said sternly, "You have no idea what you've stolen."

"We have no idea..."

"I know why I stole it," Baijiu answered with certainty: "Because they kidnapped the person I love most in this world."

"Stealing the rabbit's foot is the only way I can save Vermouth."

“If it weren’t for you, Baijiu,” Rum interrupted his thoughts, “the intelligent body wouldn’t even exist.”

“But what I stole wasn’t the original body…” Baijiu said.

“But it was because you stole the clone that the original body, which was submerged at the bottom of the sea, was activated and regained its consciousness,” Rum said with a smile. “Don’t run away from it.”

"If you can't find the submarine in the next few days..."

“Then I’m sorry,” Rum said, spreading his arms. “The end of the world is just around the corner.”

“You’ll make a huge mistake then.” Rum leaned closer to the liquor. “Actually, you know very well what’s going on. Look at me.”

"Don't keep your head down." Rum tilted his head slightly. "Was there anything I said wrong about your head?"

His face was fully exposed to the dim light.

There were fresh abrasions and bruises on his forehead, and glaring bloodstains remained at the corner of his mouth. Half of his cheek was slightly red and swollen from the heavy blow he had just received.

But what's most unsettling is those eyes.

There was no humiliation, no fear, not even obvious anger.

There was only a bottomless, unyielding gaze, as resolute as polar ice. Deep within his pupils, a dark flame seemed to burn, cold yet scorching.

His lips moved, aggravating his wound and contorting his expression for a moment, but soon, a strangely curved smile, a mixture of pain and extreme irony, slowly bloomed on his bloodied lips.

What's even more striking is that in his slightly open mouth, there's something between his teeth—a tooth stained with blood!

He clenched his still-intact teeth tightly around the dislodged molar, the white porcelain contrasting starkly with the blood in the dim light.

With this disheveled appearance, blood trickling from his mouth, and even a broken tooth clenched between his teeth, he raised his eyes, which burned with a cold flame, and stared straight at Rum in the shadows without flinching.

That smile contained no pleading, no weakness, only an almost defiant, all-knowing calm, and a... intriguing playfulness.

"There's a cyanide capsule inside the dentures," Baijiu said through gritted teeth. "If I bite through it, I'll die in sixty seconds."

"You'll never find the source code."

Unable to bear it any longer, the bodyguard on the side was about to raise his hand to slap the liquor when...

Rum stretched out his arm to block him: "Don't touch him."

“Spit it out.” Rum said without any sign of tension.

"Release Vermouth first," Baijiu said.

“You won’t commit suicide,” Rum said with absolute certainty.

"Sorry, but I'm willing to risk anything for anything," Baijiu retorted.

"What about Vermouth?" Rum countered.

"If you die, who will be able to save her?" Rum chuckled. "Would it be McClane, or the terminally ill old black man?"

"Just spit it out already, you can't threaten me." Rum was quite certain.

"Baijiu (Chinese liquor)," Vermouth suggested from the side.

Baijiu didn't meet her gaze, but as if making some kind of decision, said: "Remember, Vermouth, pain is nothing."

The baijiu's actions were faster than anyone could react.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he made a seemingly painful swallowing motion, but the corners of his blood-stained mouth curled into an almost ferocious, gleeful arc.

He suddenly exerted force with his jaw muscles—not biting his tongue, but precisely crushing the bloodied molar that he had been holding between his teeth!

"Crack!" A very faint, yet clearly audible sound in the dead silence.

Those are not ordinary teeth.

The moment the crown shattered, a strange, extremely subtle odor, a mixture of bitter almond and pungent chemicals, briefly wafted through the air—

Although faint, it was enough for someone close enough to detect, especially Rum, who was extremely sensitive to certain "specialized areas"!

The figure in the suit in the shadows trembled violently!

That long-standing indifference and controlling demeanor collapsed instantly, and a distorted, obviously angry scream from a voice changer exploded:

"Cyanide capsule! Stop him!! Medical personnel!!!"

The voice was sharp and piercing, filled with unplanned shock and outrage at the loss of control.

"Liquor--!!!"

Almost simultaneously, Vermouth's scream tore through the air, a sound filled with unbelievable panic and some deeper, tearing pain.

She had no idea that what Baijiu had been biting down on was actually a poison sac containing deadly poison, meant for suicide at the last moment!

He chose the most decisive and uncompromising approach!

At that moment, the baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) caused a violent reaction in the body the instant it crushed the poison sac.

His eyes widened suddenly, his pupils dilated rapidly, and he convulsed wildly and uncontrollably in the chair that held him captive, as if struck by a high-voltage current!

The convulsions were so intense and powerful that they even caused the heavy chair and the shackles fixed to the concrete pillar to clang loudly!

The veins in his neck bulged, his head snapped back, slamming against the hard back of a chair or pillar with a dull thud, before he fell forward again.

Large gushes of white foam, streaked with blood, gushed uncontrollably from his mouth and nose, flowing down his chin and staining his shirt.