Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 814 Tragic Sacrifice

Switching to electric shock mode, aiming at Mojito's jaw, "Zizizizi!" The powerful electric current caused his expression to twitch hideously.

Upon hearing this, Baijiu turned around and fired towards Mojito, ignoring the risk of flying bullets, to cover Lao Hei's retreat!

Mojito wanted to finish off Blackie, but was forced back by the firepower of the liquor. He flailed his arms in panic and quickly disappeared into the shadows deep in the tunnel.

"Mojito!" Baijiu's anger instantly turned to his remaining men, and bullets poured out.

McCarron woke up from his coma, and his hazy vision caught sight of the minister lying on the ground in front of him. He woke up instantly! He rolled and crawled over to him: "Minister!"

Outside the tunnel, a disheveled Mojito rushed into the alley where the car was parked, panting heavily and yelling into the phone: "Team One is wiped out! Send backup immediately!"

Inside the tunnel, McAllen straightened the dying minister and laid him against the cold iron fence.

In just half a second, blood seeped through the suit and dyed the fence red.

Drops of blood dripped onto the concrete floor.

McCarron held the minister's face in his hands, his voice trembling, "Sir!"

The minister remained silent, his eyes gradually becoming dull, and the last trace of color on his face faded.

McCarron panicked and screamed into the deep tunnel, "No... No! Someone's hurt! Seriously!"

The word "injured" pierced Baijiu's ears like a needle. He immediately guessed it was the Minister, and his heart trembled—he was the last person to be hurt! Mojito had no grudge against him, and the Minister's position should have been safe... What had happened?!

"Someone come and help!" McAllen's desperate cry tore through the air again.

Baijiu wanted to fly over immediately, but the three enemies opposite him, as if they had agreed, took turns shooting wildly at the pillar where he was hiding, pinning him to the spot.

Lao Hei, who escaped from danger, did not sit still and wait for death.

He quickly pulled a pistol from the black plastic bag in his briefcase, his arm firmly planted on the platform. "Bang, bang, bang!" Three shots rang out, each a precise headshot! Belmode, hiding in the shadows, also emerged like a ghost, clearing out the remaining soldiers.

The gunfire paused for a moment, and Baijiu rushed towards Macallan at the fastest speed in his life! He hoped it was just a superficial wound... But Macallan's despair made him dare not think too much -

Baijiu rushed to the minister, put his hands on the blood-stained fence, and leaned over: "Sir......"

Deep in the tunnel, sporadic gunshots still echoed.

Baijiu looked at Macallan, who pursed his lips and shook his head painfully.

Lao Hei rushed over and spoke quickly: "Baijiu, I put a tracker on Mojito when I electrocuted him, but he ran away! You have to catch him!"

Baijiu didn't respond, his eyes locked on the minister who was breathing weakly.

The minister used up his last bit of strength and said in a weak but clear voice: "Go..."

After he finished speaking, he closed his tired eyes forever.

"Sorry, sir," Baijiu whispered.

He stood up suddenly. Now was not the time to be sad! His left leg had just taken half a step when he was stopped by Lao Hei.

"Wait!" Lao Hei grabbed Baijiu's wrist, raised the syringe in his hand, and pointed it at his neck - "Zi!" The tracker was injected instantly.

"We must catch that bastard!" Lao Hei patted his shoulder and gritted his teeth.

Baijiu nodded heavily, swung his arms, and rushed into the narrow and dark passage like an arrow! The remaining enemies immediately turned their guns on the running Baijiu.

At the moment when the trigger was about to be pulled, Vermouth seized the opportunity and launched another sneak attack!

The last enemy in the tunnel was cleared. Vermouth stood still, her eyes, seemingly untouched by the world, flickering slightly as her tender red lips parted.

"Please be safe... Don't make me worry."

Baijiu rushed out of the passage and stood at the entrance of the alley looking around. On the right, three burly men were running towards him!

He didn't dare to pause for a moment, and his pace, which had just slowed down, accelerated again in an instant!

He rushed into the alley on the left. A light drizzle was falling from the sky, and the muddy water splashed by his shoes soaked his trouser legs.

"Oh my god............" Just after turning the corner, Baijiu took a breath of cold air -

In front of him, four men rushed towards him in strange and twisted postures like puppets! The strangeness of their running posture was so strange that it made his scalp tingle.

It's similar to the monster in Attack on Titan.

He didn't hesitate at all! The moment his sight caught their gaze, Baijiu suddenly turned around and ran at full speed in the opposite direction!

Inside the tunnel, Blackie, McAllen, and Vermouth quickly evacuated, each getting into their car. McAllen stared at the black screen of his tablet, his brow furrowed, his expression grim. He pounded his knee with his right fist, stamping his feet anxiously, "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry..."

"Great! Found it!" Macallan finally smiled. Two dots of light, one red and one green, appeared on the screen! The system automatically mapped out the optimal route.

Baijiu ran wildly in the rain and rushed to the door of a church. His speed was so fast that the guards outside the door did not react until he broke in.

"Wait...Sir! You can't go in!" The guard looked in vain.

Then, the pursuers swarmed in. The guards had no time to care about the intruders, so they could only open their arms to stop them: "Stop! Back off!"

The liquor rushed into the church, and the solemn atmosphere made him involuntarily slow down his steps. Looking around, the whole place was filled with mourners dressed in black.

A funeral was going on in complete silence. The appearance of baijiu instantly broke the solemnity and became the focus of the whole audience.

It felt like everyone was enjoying the tranquility of a nap, but he swaggered in with a deafening speaker and blaring DJ music, with an annoying expression that said, "I'm making noise, what can you do about it?"

Baijiu pressed his finger on the earphone and lowered his voice: "Macallan, tell me where Mojito is?"

McCarron spoke rapidly: "You turn right. He's about a quarter mile west."

"Turn right?" Baijiu looked towards the corridor on the right - three pursuers were blocking the way there, their eyes were sharp!

Baijiu slowly backed away: "I can't get through."

In the center of the church, the sacred and ethereal chorus sounded at the right time.

McCarron was puzzled: "Why?"

Baijiu chose to take a detour, blending into the crowd, trying to slip past them: "Because I'm being watched."

"What do you mean?" McCarron was even more confused. "Who is targeting you?"

"How should I know!" Baijiu also wanted to ask, "Maybe he's from the organization, or maybe he's an 'Apostle'."

In full view of everyone, Baijiu walked around the center of the church in a full circle.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this intruder with strange behavior.