Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 815 Treating Liquor as Japanese

"What's the difference?" McAllen complained.

"Okay... okay, then let's get out of there and turn right." Macallan provides a way out for white wine.

He turned to the right, and before he could stand firm for half a second, he found three burly men coming towards him with gradually faster pace.

Baijiu had no choice but to turn around again, looking for a loophole in the four directions of east, south, west and north, but found that the group responsible for the pursuit was getting closer and closer to him.

The scene became extremely awkward. The World War II veterans sitting in the front row looked at Baijiu's calm and confident steps with confused eyes.

I wondered if he was a descendant of a general.

Baijiu stretched out his hands and placed them parallel to his ribs. He used himself as the center and slowly turned his body, looking at the people in black suits.

"I'm so sorry everyone...for disturbing you."

Before he could finish the word "excuse me", Baijiu swung his arms quickly and took the fastest steps in his life to break through the encirclement.

On the other side, Mojito was strolling leisurely in the alley, holding a glass of iced American coffee in his hand. Although he appeared very calm, he looked back from time to time.

I am still a little worried, after all, the upper limit of liquor is really too high.

At this time, Baijiu raised his knees high, kicked open the rusty iron door, and ran up the propeller stairs, with the enemy following closely behind.

The Macallan tablet displayed a floor plan. He looked at the red dot indicating the location of the liquor, which kept circling within the circular pattern. His brow furrowed in confusion. "What's going on?"

Baijiu didn't have time to catch his breath. He supported himself on the wall and continued running without stopping, following the narrow passage full of historical atmosphere in front of him.

He opened his palm and grasped the black iron fence, "Bang!" He blocked the enemy who was chasing him from behind, "Hey! Don't run!" The enemy watched the white wine disappear from his sight.

His face was pressed against the black iron bars, his hands gripping the gaps between the bars, his eyes wide open, like a monkey that had been locked up in a zoo all its life.

Liquor runs across the top of the church, which is also made up of a huge circular device.

Baijiu didn't know how long he ran before finally reaching the exit. He simply wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, then pushed open the iron gate. He didn't dare to waste a moment of time.

Mojito was still holding the iced Americano, but the seal had not been opened yet, as if he was going to wait until he got on the plane to drink it. He walked in the dark corridor.

In front of him was the corridor of a company, and the light gradually shone on his face.

Mojito stretched out his arms, closed his eyes, and bathed in the warm sunshine.

The route on the tablet in McCarron's hand also changed. "Okay, now you need to cross the street on the left as quickly as possible."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of the word "as soon as possible" because the distance between them was becoming increasingly distant.

Baijiu came to the rooftop, climbed to the top of the roof, and slid down the slope from the other side of the roof. The fabric of his pants was scratched by the brick surface, and some needlework was exposed.

"Baijiu, did you hear that?" Seeing that Baijiu did not respond, MacLaren thought there was a problem with the communication system and hurriedly asked Baijiu for confirmation.

"Turn left! Turn left quickly!" McAllen urged.

"I'm already trying my best." Baijiu ran at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

On the left was the rooftop of another building. There was no connecting passage and they were not even at the same height. Baijiu took a quick look without any hesitation.

The calf muscles tensed in an instant, and the huge tendon muscles were all concentrated in the legs. Baijiu pressed his toes against the ground in front of him, and suddenly exerted force with the forefoot.

His body was suspended in the air for a moment, and he swung his arms to control and adjust his body balance.

He rolled on the ground to reduce his body inertia. Now every minute and every second was crucial.

Baijiu stood up and used the ventilator below as a foothold. The familiar voice came from the headset, but Macallan still didn't realize that the Z-axis could be turned on.

"Now cross the street in front of you," McAllen said seriously.

Baijiu couldn't even spare the energy to refute or correct himself, because there was another building in front of him, and there was still no connecting passage.

Moreover, this time the distance between the two buildings was even greater than before, and the height difference was even greater. Baijiu stepped on the glass dome under his feet, making a "cracking" sound.

He was gathering strength with every step, and when he reached the end, he used his legs to exert force again.

Two slender legs were spread out in the air in the shape of a "human".

At the other end, Mojito was walking against the crowd, with a train parked beside him, and he was strolling in the subway station.

His expression became increasingly resolute, as if the expression "sure of victory" was written all over his face.

McCarron watched the distance between them grow wider and wider, pounding his thighs with his fists in frustration. "Baijiu, he's getting further and further away from you. You need to hurry up."

Baijiu: I’m already the fastest.

At this time, Baijiu was running wildly on the top of the building. In his peripheral vision, the buildings on both sides were flashing and moving quickly, just like looking at the scenery outside from inside a car.

There was a gap between Baijiu's lips as he took a simple breath to ensure that his function and speed were maximized. The cold wind blew into the gaps between Baijiu's teeth.

The wind in London is so cold, it feels like your teeth have been soaked in a pool of ice water in the Arctic.

There is another building ahead. As expected, there is still no connecting passage. However, this is normal, after all, the height difference between the two is too big.

Baijiu swung his arms and leaped into the air for the third time. Just as Baijiu was waiting for Macallan's instructions, a severe pain paralyzed his calves.

The long-term tension and high-intensity exercise caused a brief paralysis in his calves, and coincidentally, all this happened within the brief second of flying in the air.

With his vast experience, Baijiu immediately filtered out the fear in his mind. After all, this crisis was nothing compared to other crises he had encountered in his life.

It is equivalent to the difficulty of getting a full score in elementary school mathematics. Compared with the difficulty of getting a full score in college advanced mathematics, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Baijiu was like a rubber band man, stretching his arms as hard as he could, with his five fingers spread out. At the moment his body was falling rapidly, three of his fingers were stuck on the edge of the platform.

He escaped from the clutches of death once again, but he didn't have time to retract his ankle, causing it to collide violently with the wall.

Baijiu climbed up with difficulty, limping along. He clenched his fists like flint and struck at his ankle with a strong gust of air.

After two or three taps, the ankle regained its former vitality.

"We still have to use violence to solve it. At critical moments, we still have to use the most primitive method." Baijiu muttered softly.

The trajectory of the tablet in MacLaren's hand changed again, and this time the distance between the two became unusually close. There was a glint of hope in MacLaren's eyes.

"You're going to catch up with him! Go straight!" Saliva sprayed all over the tablet screen.