Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 902 I like this woman, Vermouth

The body search of Grace by the White Widow's brother was more of a pretext for violent abuse than an inspection.

His actions were rough and brutal, and Grace's body was completely left to the strange man to grope at will. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "humiliation".

He treated Grace like a lifeless scarecrow, even roughly pulling at her long hair.

The White Widow saw all of this, but remained silent, just watching coldly.

At this moment, her true self, capable of standing firm in the dark world, is revealed - without this ruthlessness and determination, how can she establish a power?

The man tilted his head, an unhappy look on his face, and stated, "The key is not with her."

The White Widow wore a smile that was more uncomfortable than anger, but her voice remained surprisingly calm as she asked calmly, "Where is the key?"

"Guess what," Grace replied firmly. She was a woman who refused to admit defeat. "In a place you would never imagine in your lifetime."

Baijiu seemed to understand her hint and his eyes unconsciously looked towards the pocket of the man's crimson windbreaker - that was the most likely place to hide the key.

"Is that so..." The White Widow smiled again, her tone becoming more relaxed. "In that case, why don't we go upstairs and have a drink together? It's not a good idea to just stand here and do nothing."

Baijiu remained silent, but his eyes were silently intertwined with the unfathomable eyes of the White Widow, engaging in a silent contest.

At the same time, the lobby entrance

At the main entrance of the hall, kava and vodka were rushing along the red carpet.

Just as they were about to enter the inner hall, two burly men blocked their way and asked in broken English, "Wait... where are you going?"

"This is a private party, you can't go in." The bodyguard said firmly, blocking Kava's way.

Kava turned to look at Vodka, who just shrugged, as if to say, "You decide."

"Thank you both for your cooperation. If there's nothing else, please..." Before the bodyguard finished speaking, Kava quickly pulled out a stun gun from his waist and stabbed the other person's neck with precision.

Vodka turned around and looked behind him to make sure he didn't attract any attention. Kava was agile and easily dealt with the two bodyguards.

Vodka looked at the two people lying on the ground, silently adjusted his sunglasses, shrugged his shoulders and complained: "Really... We clearly have a secret passage to take... Do we have to act so violently?"

“What if we get exposed…” He said as he quickened his pace to catch up with Kava.

Baijiu and Vermouth followed the White Widow to the second floor.

"Beautiful lady, please take a seat." The White Widow politely gestured for Vermouth to sit in the middle of the sofa, then turned her gaze towards Baijiu who was standing. "I'm just a middleman."

Baijiu and Rum stood side by side, being searched by two fully armed bodyguards. Baijiu's eyes were always fixed on Rum who was so close.

To be honest, Baijiu had already rehearsed countless scenes in his mind. At any moment of opportunity, he wanted to pull out his dagger and kill Rum.

"I'm only responsible for contacting buyers and sellers," White Widow explained her role in a gentle tone. "Sometimes it's for money, sometimes it's for information."

Baijiu placed two injections of powerful knockout drugs on the table, his movements light but heavy.

The White Widow's eyes swept across the table and continued, "But more often than not, I do it for friendship."

After the search, Baijiu and Rum sat down in the corners of the sofa. Kil, holding a half-sheathed blade, looked alert, watching Baijiu's every move.

"I hope everyone can get along well," the White Widow said, opening her arms in a welcoming gesture, then giving a meaningful smile, "especially with me."

"However," her tone suddenly took a sharp turn, becoming as cold as ice, "the world is changing, and the truth is becoming increasingly blurred."

As she spoke, the huge screen behind her began to flicker. Countless blue particles of light converged, gradually forming a huge, constantly rotating blue vortex. It was like the eye of the abyss, violently contracting and then violently expanding, emitting an oppressive feeling that could not be ignored.

"A war is about to break out," the White Widow stated calmly, "and the thing that can open the door to this new world is actually a key."

She paused, then emphasized, "A key that can control the 'intelligent body'."

As they spoke, Grace's eyes once again casually glanced at the man's pocket. Baijiu keenly caught this insignificant detail, and he turned his head slightly and gave Grace an imperceptible look.

Hinting to her that it was time to take action.

The White Widow continued, "A key that every country would spend a fortune to buy, and a group of my...good friends?"

"Of course, the good friends I'm referring to here aren't you," White Widow explained to avoid misunderstandings. "I'm talking about the nuclear powers and a few smaller nations."

"Yes, including that little fat boy." The White Widow chuckled.