Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 826 Vermouth is attacked

Ryan looked at Vermouth rushing towards him, his face without any panic, but rather chillingly calm.

The posture was as if the hunter had already set a trap and was just waiting for the prey to fall into it.

Vermouth had no time to dwell on this unnatural calmness, because there was simply no time.

The ticking of the countdown sounded like a death knell in my head.

She swung her arms and her body turned into an arrow, running towards the lonely little house.

The soles of his shoes kicked up dry dust, forming a brief golden smoke screen in the glaring sunlight.

Arriving below the hut, fighting instincts instantly took over.

She bent over like a cheetah, swiftly drew the pistol from her waist, and stepped onto the stairs with simple and deadly movements. Each step was as light as a cat's, yet carried a thunderous momentum.

On the other side, McCarron was still struggling with the damn metal lock.

In his view, finding Ryan does not mean finding a nuclear bomb.

If that thing was really hidden in a box and he missed it... he would be the sinner who destroyed the world.

Just hold on a little longer. What if? What if the nuclear bomb is hidden in these boxes?

"No... this won't do..." He tightened his facial features in pain, his entire face wrinkled into a mask of pain.

For two minutes he went on like a dog circling its first bone, making no progress.

"This is the only way..." A trace of desperate ruthlessness flashed in McAllen's eyes, as if he was suddenly replaced by another personality.

He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, and pointed the cold muzzle at the stubborn and damn lock.

Just as his index finger was about to pull the trigger, the conservative voice inside him screamed again: "No! This is a fucking nuclear bomb! Not a water bomb!"

"You idiot, stop making things worse, okay?"

Shooting in a confined space.

The flying shrapnel and the two unidentified gas tanks the size of oil drums next to them... the consequences are unimaginable.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his fear, a glint of madness flashed in his eyes: "In that case, the only way is to use force!"

He growled, bent down and picked up a heavy device half a man's height next to him. It looked like a crude battering ram.

"Bang!!!" A dull loud noise exploded in the small storage room, making people's eardrums hurt.

"Bang!!!" Another blow. It seems that primitive power is often the most effective.

The metal lock shattered under the violent impact.

McAllen threw away the "battering ram" and impatiently opened the lid of the box, his heart pounding - anticipation and fear were fighting fiercely in his chest.

"What... the... fuck...?" McAllen froze for a moment, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Inside the box, the biological warning sign and the label with black letters on a yellow background, "Warning! X-ray Radiation!", pierced his eyes like two ice picks.

He seemed to be petrified in an instant!

"Damn it!" Reason prompted him to come back to his senses suddenly, and he slammed the lid of the box shut as if he was scalded, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"I made a wrong bet..." He swallowed hard and whispered bitterly, "Baijiu... Sometimes I really admire you... You make me believe in fate..."

Vermouth had sneaked to the outside of the hut like a ghost.

Her footsteps were as light as falling leaves, and only the most sophisticated instruments could capture them.

But the tight time forced her to give up her perfect stealth and her pace suddenly increased.

She stopped in front of the closed wooden door and held her breath.

After half a second of absolute stillness—

"boom!!!"

That seemingly slender figure erupted with astonishing strength! She leaned sideways, her shoulders drooping like a mad bull, instantly transforming into hard, unbreakable armor as she slammed into the door!

The fragile wooden door exploded with a loud bang, and sawdust flew everywhere!

It is hard to imagine that this was done by a woman who looks so delicate and pretty.

The shock level is no less than that of finding out that your roommate who you have lived with for three years is actually a woman just before graduation?

The moment Vermouth broke into the door, she naturally switched into a fighting stance.

With both arms raised high, the muzzle of the gun steady as a rock, and the head tilted slightly forward, those eyes that resembled those of a top predator in the dim light instantly swept across the entire space—

Sharp, cold, and not letting go of any shadow, just like a cobra.

Her steps were light but swift, performing standard indoor close-range combat search movements, clean and neat, combining speed and precision.

If placed in the e-sports arena, he would definitely be a top-notch shooter that would terrify opponents.

Because her pre-aiming and searching were so clean and careful!

The room in front of me has no inner door and is open to the view.

The advantage is the wide field of vision, but the disadvantage is the blind spots on the left and right sides of the door slot leading to the inner room - that is the perfect ambush point.

You can't have it both ways, and it's impossible to take care of both sides at the same time.

As far as she could see, there were several rows of tall wooden cabinets, more than two meters high.

The cabinet is filled with various pottery jars and clay pots, painted with colorful and exotic totems, and the years have left mottled marks on them.

The patterns seem to be related to local myths.

This seems to be a handicraft presented by local residents to thank the medical team - this is often the simplest way for poor people to express their gratitude.

From the perspective of a tourist or a child, it looks more like a kitchen or handicraft collection room full of folk customs.

Vermouth stepped cautiously into the depths of the room, the muzzle of her gun pointed steadily at the unknown darkness.

Fortunately, Ryan did not seem to choose to hide in some dark corner to launch a despicable sneak attack.

Well, after all, he doesn't need it.

There was no need for him to take this risk.

His purpose was only to delay time and wait for the bell that would destroy everything to ring.

Waiting for the new world to open!

Ryan was hiding in the shadow of a supporting wall at the back of the room.

His body pressed against the cold masonry, his breathing almost stagnated, and he merged with the shadows.

The interior structure of this cabin is interconnected.

Vermouth did not act rashly.

She retreated decisively, returned to the relatively safe entrance area, and began exploring in the other direction of the cabin.

In a dark corner, a square object the size of a container was tightly wrapped in thick gray cotton cloth.

It was so abrupt, so huge, and exuded an unsettling aura.

Vermouth's heart sank. She stretched out her left hand and grabbed a corner of the cotton cloth.

"Shh!"

The fabric was suddenly lifted up!

"McAllen," Vermouth's voice came through the headset. There was no joy in finding the target, only a heavy solemnity. "I found the nuclear bomb. Come here."

"Roger that!" McCarron gasped, stopping his pounding. "Where are you?"

"I'm in a connecting—"

The words have not yet been spoken!

"Crack!!!"

The wooden wall beside Vermouth exploded without warning.

A massive, sinewy, scarred hand pierced the wooden planks like a battering ram.

His five fingers opened, and with pure malice and violent strength, he grabbed the soft bun at the back of her head.

The power was so terrifying, like lifting a helpless lamb.

And this lamb was born less than a few minutes ago!

"boom!!!"

Before Vermouth could even scream, she was violently pulled down by this brutal force.

His body lost control and smashed through the already fragile wooden wall, falling heavily onto the cold, hard ground!