Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 846: Vermouth's Life and Death

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Vermouth just turned the gun around, trying to provide fire cover for Baijiu——

“Da da da da da——!!!”

A hot metal storm poured down like the Milky Way, instantly covering the area of ​​the wall where she had just hidden!

At the critical moment, she suddenly leaned over and rolled, narrowly avoiding hiding behind another broken wall!

Her original position had now been turned into black honeycomb coal!

If her reaction had been a few tenths of a second slower, she would have died by now.

She glared fiercely in the direction where the bullet came from, stood up quickly, and brushed off the dust on her clothes.

Those eyes that were originally lively and charming suddenly became cold and dark, filled with hellish murderous intent.

This transformation is extremely terrifying—

It's like a three-year-old child crying for his mother one second, and then patting your shoulder the next second and asking you in a tone that has seen through the vicissitudes of life: "Tell me, what is the meaning of life?"

Vermouth picked up the rifle leaning against the wall, put on her goggles neatly, and threw herself into this bloody hunt.

She boldly walked out from behind the shelter on the second floor and went straight to the open sandy area downstairs!

With the help of the natural curtain formed by the sandstorm, she was like the god of death in the desert, calmly raising her gun and shooting at the riders who were trying to encircle Baijiu from the left and right wings!

In just a few seconds, the quicksand had submerged her slender ankles.

But there was no fear in her eyes, only absolute calmness.

Her bullets fly accurately at every moving target - although this may also include liquor.

But she didn't hesitate.

This is an absolute trust that transcends language and is rooted in the bones.

She firmly believed in their tacit understanding and would never hurt anyone by mistake.

Vermouth's unexpected and almost suicidal counterattack undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the enemy!

This feeling is like when you are in the last ten meters of a 1,000-meter race, about to break the world record and enjoy everyone's attention, but the organizers suddenly declare the race invalid and all results void!

Uncontrollable rage, like boiling lava, instantly devoured the remaining riders' sanity! Only revenge could quench this rage!

They subconsciously turned their guns and fired wildly at the second-floor window where Vermouth had just been!

They simply couldn't imagine that someone would be so crazy as to stand in the open field with no cover and almost single-handedly break up most of their offensive!

Baijiu heard the sudden gunfire and subsequent counterattack fire not far away, and immediately got up from the sand pile and moved quietly behind a low wall.

"Thump! Thump!"

There were quick and light footsteps outside the door! Baijiu decisively leaned forward and fired in the direction of the sound, while quickly picking up a fallen spear on the ground!

However, this third-generation commander had clearly learned the lessons his two predecessors had learned at the cost of their lives! He was a massive figure, yet his movements were incredibly light and agile!

At the moment when the flames were spitting out of Baijiu's gun, he suddenly dodged sideways and flashed back behind the cover like a ghost!

Then, he used the raised dust as cover, hid the gun barrel in it and suddenly opened fire!

"Da da da!"

The hot bullets penetrated the sand curtain and headed straight for the liquor!

Baijiu dodged with a clumsy tactical roll, and the wall and inner wall behind him were instantly covered with dense bullet holes!

All of the attacks were precisely aimed at the body's vital organs! If Baijiu hadn't dodged in time, he would have been dead or crippled by now!

"Thump! Thump!" Baijiu didn't even look back. The muzzle of the gun swung towards the side door as if it had its own consciousness, without any pause in aiming!

boom! boom! boom!

Three bursts of fire, the bullets seemed to have eyes, accurately knocking over the skulls of three enemies who were trying to sneak in from the side door!

"Finally, a decent opponent has arrived..." Baijiu said coldly while moving quickly, "But I don't have time to play with you anymore."

He cast his gaze towards the second floor not far away: "There are more important people waiting for me."

Holding a rifle, Vermouth walked as fast and steadily as an experienced tomb robber, carefully searching every corner without missing any blind spots.

Before she knew it, she was back on the second floor again - the meeting point she and Baijiu had agreed to meet.

But as soon as she stepped in, an indescribable weird feeling gripped her.

The layout of the room remained largely unchanged, but there was an inexplicable strangeness in the air.

This feeling is as absurd and incongruous as seeing a fish walking on land and greeting you, even though you know that fish cannot talk or come ashore!

In this lightning-fast 0.06 seconds of stunned silence—

The mountain of supply boxes piled up on the side suddenly exploded!

A dark shadow suddenly leaped out like a long-lurking venomous snake! She held a submachine gun in her hand, her face a mixture of madness and hatred!

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" She let out a heart-wrenching roar!

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

The sudden burst of intensive gunfire from the second floor, completely different from the previous ones, pierced Baijiu's ears like ice cones!

His heart suddenly tightened!

He had always been monitoring that room out of the corner of his eye, so how could an enemy have sneaked in?!

Negligence? Impossible! Baijiu immediately rejected the idea.

Even though his vision was blurred, he was absolutely confident in his hearing, otherwise he would not have been able to move freely among the enemy's siege and find an opportunity to make contact.

The only explanation was that the enemy had been lurking on the second floor for a long time! She was just waiting!

Moreover, this crazy shooting style is definitely not Vermouth's way of fighting!

Baijiu instantly stopped all speculation and, regardless of the risk of being exposed, rushed to the stairs at top speed! He took a few steps to the second floor, suddenly exerted force with his calves, and leaped into the room!

In the air, his eyes swept across the entire venue like a radar!

The moment he landed, he felt a cold hand grabbing his ankle!

Without thinking, Baijiu pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist and, relying on his honed intuition, stabbed it hard at the source of the abnormal airflow!

"Pfft!"

There was the sound of a knife entering flesh.

But the expression on Baijiu's face was instantly replaced by shock!

"What?!" he gasped.

The person he stabbed was not the expected enemy... but his former colleague - Chianti!

Blood was oozing from her forehead like vines.

He looked like a living dead, controlling his body with his remaining consciousness.

A large amount of blood foam continued to flow out of her mouth, her eyes were dazed, and she muttered incoherently:

"Cohen... I... I've avenged you... I'm coming... to find you..."

Then, two lines of tears mixed with blood slid down from the corners of her eyes. She used up her last bit of strength and said in a barely audible voice:

"I'm sorry...sister...I still...can't find...and kill..."

Before she finished speaking, her pupils completely lost focus and her arms fell limply.

Baijiu quickly suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and his cold professional instincts took over again. He immediately realized that the crazy shooting just now was caused by her.

On the battlefield, past friendships are meaningless, and now there is only friend and foe.

He drew his dagger with one deft movement.

Out of a last bit of respect for his former colleague, he did not kneel down to trample on her body, but instead left her with the last bit of dignity.

In his impression, although Chianti was crazy and paranoid, she was quite nice to him. In essence... maybe she was just a proud and loveless girl who used her madness to cover up her inner feelings.

His eyes quickly glanced to the side and saw another woman lying face down on the ground.

He recognized the figure immediately—

It's Vermouth!

Her hands... were covered in blood.