Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 880 Vodka is still a clown

"what!"

A short, sharp shout cut through the chaotic noise!

The cat-eyed woman suddenly moved like a ghost, raised her knee high and kicked out with a sharp sound of wind, accurately and fiercely!

Her movements were extremely light and swift, and her footsteps landed silently, so much so that the fully armed special police officer was unable to notice how she approached until he was hit in the vitals and completely lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground!

The whole process was clean and neat, leaving no time for the opponent to react.

"We were attacked! Repeat! We were attacked by unidentified people!" Another special police officer shouted at the top of his lungs into the walkie-talkie, his voice filled with astonishment and panic.

Suddenly, Baijiu's pupils constricted, as if he had caught a dangerous signal. He couldn't hesitate any longer, and he didn't care about distinguishing between friend and foe. He took a deep breath and roared with all his might, a deafening roar.

"Get down! Everyone! Get down now!"

Before he finished speaking, he took the lead and pushed Grace beside him under the nearest police car, using his body to build a fragile barrier for her.

Almost at the same moment he shouted——

"Da da da da! Da da da da--!"

Deafening, intensive gunfire erupted from the SWAT armored vehicle ahead like popcorn! Bullets poured out like a scorching storm of metal!

Kava didn't choose to retreat. He held the pistol steady with both hands, the muzzle of the gun piercing through the gaps between the chaotic crowd and the vehicles, aiming firmly at the cat-eyed woman who was the source of all this chaos.

His eyes were filled with incredible anger and a sense of betrayal, and he growled through his teeth: "Damn it... turns out the rumors are true... you actually defected to him?!" Every word he said showed that he would rather believe that this was the final shattering of a rumor.

Just as he was shocked, the cat-eyed woman in the distance seemed to have a telepathic connection with him. Her cold gaze suddenly penetrated the battlefield and collided with him in the air!

Without the slightest hesitation or delay, nor did she show any trace of friendship as an old acquaintance, she simply raised the muzzle of the submachine gun in her hand indifferently, pointed it in the direction of the kava, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

A series of hot bullets whizzed past Vodka's ears!

Although he was wearing thick sunglasses, the extreme panic that was almost overflowing, as well as the huge confusion and bewilderment, were still clearly written all over his face.

He didn't understand... He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried... She would actually... fire at them?!

"what--!"

A short scream rang out nearby! A member of the organization fell to the ground, instantly collapsing in a rapidly spreading pool of blood, his lifeless.

Vodka stared blankly at his companion who was alive and well just a moment ago and turned into a cold corpse in the blink of an eye, his mind going blank.

However, the cruel reality did not give him half a second to mourn——

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more gunshots were heard, and the other two companions who were still trying to find cover and seemed a little panicked also fell in a pool of blood one after another.

They died very "cleanly" and very quickly, losing all pain almost instantly - perhaps this was the last trace of "sympathy and mercy" from the cat-eyed woman... which was almost cruel?

"What the hell are you still standing there for! Kava! Get down!" Baijiu's roar was heard again. At this moment, he didn't care about the opposing camps. At least in front of this murderous woman in front of him, they were temporarily on the same side!

"Everyone else here, stop standing there like an idiot! Find cover! Hide! Are you standing there just to be a sitting duck for her to call out your names one by one?!"

Baijiu watched as his former companions, with whom he had some degree of friendship and even shared missions, fell one after another, and a surge of inexplicable anger and anxiety washed over him. Humans are, after all, emotional beings.

"Take cover! Everyone! Execute tactical evasion! Take cover!" Baijiu's roar startled Kava back to his senses. His obsession with Baijiu had nearly made him forget that his primary responsibility as team leader was to protect his teammates.

He quickly rolled behind a car and, using it as cover, yelled into the communicator, retorting to Baijiu in frustration, "Fuck... I don't need your orders! These are my fucking team members!"

Yes, this scene was ridiculous - it was clearly his Kava team, but the one giving orders and stabilizing the morale was a number one target who was wanted worldwide!

And the most ridiculous thing is that his team members... actually subconsciously and collectively followed Baijiu's orders!

It's like you have worked so hard to raise a dog, but no matter how you command or guide it, it ignores you. When you ask it to drink water, it insists on peeing. When you ask it to eat, it destroys the house.

The person you hate the most happens to pass by and just says something casually, and your rebellious son immediately wags his tail and does exactly what he says!

"Da da da da! Da da da da—!"

The bullet screen poured down like a violent storm, madly washing over everything on the street!

What an absurd scene: a group of special police forces that have undergone rigorous professional training and are well-equipped, plus an organized elite action team, were suppressed by a single woman holding a submachine gun, and were almost unable to move. They could only look for cover to hide in a panic!

"Holy shit..." Vodka huddled behind the hood of a wrecked car, trembling. Several pieces of glass shattered by bullets "crackled" on his head. He still couldn't believe what was happening.

He subconsciously used his smelly and greasy cuffs to vigorously wipe the lenses of his sunglasses, which were covered with dust and sweat. Then he roughly pulled down the shaky rearview mirror of the car next to him, as if he wanted to confirm that this was not an illusion by "opening his eyes".

"Is it really her...?" He murmured to himself, his voice tinged with tears. "How could she become like this? In my impression... she is not that kind of person at all!"

Vodka felt like she was about to cry: "Just half a year ago... I could talk to her about anything, and we could even drink and brag together..."

He painfully pulled back his hair, which was so greasy it could be used for cooking, and rubbed his eyes, which had become swollen due to years of not seeing the sun, through a layer of lenses. Until now, no one in the organization knew how big his eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses.

An absurd and brave (or stupid) idea struck his not-so-bright brain like lightning:

"It seems... no one can do anything to her..."

"Now, the only one who can break this impasse and wake her up... is me!"

'I believe... love conquers all!'

"Love is great! Only I... only I can do it! ! "

After several intense and brief mental struggles (mainly thinking about which posture was more handsome), Vodka took a deep breath!

At the moment when everyone was desperately trying to avoid the deadly bullets that were pouring like water, he suddenly stood up and fearlessly faced the figure that was constantly spewing flames behind the police car in the distance!

He even struck a pose that he thought looked very handsome, but was actually so greasy that a fly could slip on it, and forced a smile on his face that he thought was affectionate and could charm everyone.

"Hey! Listen to me—"

He tried to call out in the softest (what he thought) voice possible.

However, what responded to him was not the tears or sudden realization he had imagined.

"Da da da da da! Da da da da da--!!!"

It was a storm of bullets ten times more powerful and a hundred times more violent than before! A torrent of scorching metal erupted towards him like an angry volcano!

"What the hell?!"

The greasy smile on Vodka's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme fear. He hurriedly rushed towards the shelter again, wailing in despair:

"You weren't this violent when you hit someone else just now! Why are you so violent when you come at me?!!"