Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 857 What kind of talent face recognition system is this?

The white handbag was slowly sliding into the depths of the airport logistics system along the conveyor belt.

At the same time, in the crowded and cramped temporary command room, the computer screen in front of McAllen was suddenly covered with a glaring red alert, and a huge exclamation mark kept flashing!

"Wait... what is this?" McAllen leaned closer to the screen.

"What's going on?" Lao Hei immediately became alert, but suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his lungs, and couldn't help coughing violently: "Cough cough! Cough cough!"

He seemed to be choked, and struggled to move his rough hand that was covering his mouth away, and there was a shocking pool of blood on his palm!

"Are you okay? Lao Hei!" Baijiu and Macallan cast concerned glances at him at the same time. "Why are you coughing up blood?"

Baijiu immediately took out a few tissues and handed them over.

Old Black waved his hand, signaling McAllen to leave him alone. His voice was a little hoarse, "It's an old problem... I can still hold on, at least I can make it through today's mission. We'll talk after the mission. What's going on?"

His expression became extremely serious, as if he had encountered an unprecedented problem.

"What the hell... is going on?" McAllen gasped and read out the information on the screen, "Highest level security alert! A suspicious package is being shipped to Venice!"

"Huh?" He tilted his head, looking extremely confused. Then the alarm inexplicably disappeared again. "...disappeared again? Looks like a false alarm?"

On the other side, the organization’s temporary assembly point.

Kava and vodka went into a temporarily commandeered conference room.

The room was already filled with plainclothes members of the organization. Except for Vodka, everyone's eyes were like those of an experienced serial killer, cold, brutal, and with undisguised murderous intent.

A man of Middle Eastern appearance walked into the conference room and placed a heavy black metal box on the table.

He opened the box, and inside were two rows of Desert Eagle pistols gleaming with golden light, neatly arranged, like deadly soldiers waiting for inspection.

The team members stepped forward one by one in tacit understanding and silently took away their weapons.

The crisp and chilling sound of bullets being loaded suddenly rang out in the conference room.

In just a few seconds, the metal box was empty.

The Middle Eastern man looked at Kava and nodded, saying, "The Middle East branch always stands firmly on the side of the organization. Please rest assured."

Kava nodded in response, a polite yet cold smile on his face.

His fingers gently stroked the smooth, cold barrel of the Desert Eagle, and then he connected his headset: "Command, this is the operations team. I'm Kava Jiu, the operations team leader. Reporting Baijiu's location."

He neatly slid his pistol into the holster at his waist and turned to look at the Middle Eastern man. "The airport perimeter and exits are under control, right?"

"Don't worry, it's foolproof." The Middle Eastern man said with confidence.

Above the airport, several unmarked transport planes circled in the sky like ghosts, like dead satellites monitoring the ground.

Inside the command vehicle, the technician stared intently at the screen, feeling a surge of anxiety. Why couldn't this latest facial recognition system identify Baijiu? No matter who he disguised himself as, he should be able to detect him!

Just as she was about to report the anomaly, the screen finally captured and locked onto a face!

To everyone's surprise, Baijiu did not disguise himself at all and was walking calmly in the airport with his true face!

"Hello?! Command! I heard a reply! Where is the target?!" Kava urged impatiently in the headset.

"Roger! Roger!" The technician immediately put the microphone to his mouth. "Target detected! He's heading towards Terminal 2, Gate 15!"

"He's heading south! He hasn't disguised himself!" the command center reported quickly.

As soon as the words fell, all the members of the action team in the conference room turned around instantly as if they were hounds that received orders at the same time!

Kava kicked open the door of the conference room, rushed out with murderous steps, and then started running wildly!

He could hardly wait to meet this "never-before-met" enemy!

Inside the crowded command room.

"I can handle this." McAllen stared at the screen, trying to prove himself.

"I doubt it's possible." Lao Hei didn't even raise his head, his hands typing quickly on the keyboard, retorting mercilessly.

"I just can!" McCarron insisted.

"Can - no way!" Lao Hei stretched out the tone as if coaxing a child, but the speed of his hands did not slow down at all.

Seeing that it was hopeless to persuade Lao Hei, Macallan turned to Baijiu for help: "Baijiu, why don't you tell us about our old friend 'Net Hunter'..."

"Actually, my coding ability is comparable to his!" McCarron tried hard to prove himself, just like a primary school student who longed for the teacher's recognition and wanted to display all his awards.

"I remain neutral." Baijiu gave a faint smile.

He was strolling leisurely in the airport at the moment, like a traveler preparing for vacation, and there was no sign of the tension of being wanted worldwide.

The well-tailored blue suit stood out in the crowd.

"So you think this 'ghost hacker,'" MacAllen spread his hands and made a helpless expression, "can single-handedly find a way to get rid of that 'intelligence'?"

"And I can only sit here and help?" He scratched his chin. "So, if I play a game here, it won't actually affect the progress of the mission, right?"

Lao Hei wiped his mouth with his palm and smiled: "I didn't expect that I have so many fancy titles. I almost forgot about them myself."

"However, Macallan," Baijiu said with a calm smile on his face, "what you just said is not impossible."

"No doubt." Lao Hei smiled faintly, with a hint of confidence unique to technical experts in his eyes.

"Well," McCarron shrugged, "you win."

Airport lobby, death chase.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Kava ran madly in the crowded crowd, like a bullet, violently knocking away all the passengers who blocked his way.

He led the way like a cheetah, while Vodka clumsily tried to comfort the crowd behind him. He helped up a little girl who was knocked down and touched her head.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to do that." Vodka apologized innocently.

"Tell me his exact location!" Kava shouted irritably in the distance, "Where is he!?"

"Vodka! You fucking catch up!" Kava roared back.

"Yes!" Vodka immediately stood up straight and said to the little girl, "After we finish the task, I will find a way to coax you!"

"Command! Where is he?!" Kava growled into the headset.

"Right in front of you! The man in the blue suit!" The command center responded immediately.

"Follow me! Everyone, follow me!" Kava immediately lowered his voice. He finally realized that his loud voice might alert the enemy.

But fortunately, news came from the headquarters: the target maintained a constant speed and showed no signs of acceleration, and seemed to be completely unaware of the approach of the group of hunters.