Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 790 Is this a fighting machine?

Baijiu's eyes swept around the sink like a hawk: "Where's the injection?"

Mojito looked down at the unconscious man at his feet with a calm expression: "No need."

Just as the two were about to take a breath, noisy laughter suddenly came from outside the door!

Baijiu's eyes flashed, and he took quick, small steps forward, holding up the man's legs with both arms: "Quick! Lift him up!"

Mojito placed the black briefcase on the man's chest, clamped his arms with his large, iron-like hands, and quickly carried him into the nearest compartment like a lamb to be slaughtered.

As they moved, the pistol hidden in the man's arms slipped out with a clang and rolled into the adjacent cubicle. The two men had no time to care and threw him roughly onto the toilet lid.

A group of drunken, French-speaking men rushed into the toilet, making a lot of noise.

Baijiu hooked his hind legs and locked the compartment door with a "click".

The men stood in front of the urinals, half drunk and half awake, undoing their belts. The cubicle where Baijiu and the other two were sitting was right behind this group of drunks—underneath it, the outlines of several pairs of leather shoes were clearly visible.

Inside the compartment, the two people had clear division of labor.

Mojito used his body to press down on the man on the toilet seat.

Baijiu quickly opened his briefcase and took out the electronic equipment he had prepared in advance.

But an ominous premonition lingered in his heart. He unfolded the device -

Sure enough, a cold metallic luster flashed in the upper left corner of the screen, spider-web-like cracks spread out, and scattered sparks were emitted!

The three-dimensional portrait model that should have been displayed in the center of the screen was now twitching and overlapping, becoming blurry.

Baijiu reached out and touched the screen, feeling a burning sensation at his fingertips.

He slowly stood up, spread out his palms and looked at Mojito - silence was louder than words, his eyes were full of "it's over".

At this moment, a man who was urinating, through his hazy eyes, caught sight of the unusually crowded leather shoes at the bottom of the cubicle. His eyes widened suddenly, and his drunkenness instantly sobered up!

He looked again and again in disbelief, and after making sure that he was not dazzled, he quickly turned sideways, eager to share this "wonder" with his friends.

He put his finger to his lips and made a faint "hush" sound in a low voice. His eyebrows raised excitedly, as if he had discovered a new world. He raised his finger and pointed at Baijiu's compartment:

"Look... look there!"

"What?" The friends also lowered their voices and came closer, confused.

The man couldn't help but raise his lips: "Come and take a look!"

"Oh my..." The companion shook his head and supported his chin strategically.

At this time, inside the compartment.

Baijiu has taken out the facial scanner and flipped the switch.

Two beams of red light swept across the man's face from top to bottom.

Outside the door, mocking voices could be heard clearly:

"Oh my goodness, there's more than one person in there, right?"

"No...it looks like there are three!"

"There are so many people here!" The man outside the door raised his voice deliberately, full of joking.

Liquor suppressed my anxiety, blocked out the noise, and kept my eyes fixed on the screen. On the screen, the three-dimensional model of the human face was like a broken stream of color, with blocks of color flickering and pulsing.

He tapped the screen rapidly with his fingers, making a final struggle, trying to get the system to piece together a complete picture.

However, ideals are full and reality is skinny.

The disguise mask being printed in real time at the bottom of the screen—which should have been composed of countless precise particles—had crashed due to computer damage. The printed face was full of pits and dents, like a topographic map corroded by acid, a horrible sight.

Before I knew it, the sound outside the door was getting closer.

"Will this disturb them?" As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door! Baijiu half-closed his eyes and pricked up his ears.

Judging from the sounds, there were at least four men surrounding outside.

They gathered at the door, their postures casual, their eyes full of curiosity and mischief.

The man at the far edge, wearing a dark red striped shirt, grinned. "What's going on inside? This is the first time I've seen such a scene."

The man in the gray leather jacket knocked on the door again with a strange tone: "Gugu! It's us!"

Seeing no response from inside, he clenched his fists and slammed the door: "Don't be shy! The more people there are, the more fun it is!"

The door panel shook slightly after being hit! Baijiu and Mojito immediately reached out, opened their palms and pressed firmly against the center of the door panel to prevent these drunks from breaking in - that would be big trouble!

"Come on..." The man with red stripes even leaned his head against the door handle, tilted his face up, his eyes flashing with "earnest" light, and said coquettishly in a pinched voice: "We have no ill intentions~"

He took a deep breath and asked with deep affection, "Can we join you?"

A friend nearby chimed in: "We won't eat you."

Baijiu closed his eyes helplessly, hoping this farce would end quickly. He had to finish the scan quickly! Theoretically, there was still a chance—scanning and completing the missing facial parts bit by bit. Although clumsy, it was the only way.

Outside the door, a man put his hands on his companion's shoulders, used the force to bounce, and tried to peek at the "grand occasion" in the compartment through the gap above the door.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, nor the "sound" they expected, they felt disappointed: "Let's go, let's go."

They put their arms around each other's shoulders, staggered but happily, humming a little tune as they walked away:

"When he held me in his arms and whispered to me, a rosy picture of life appeared before my eyes..."

The singing gradually faded away and disappeared completely with the creaking sound of the door closing.

Just when Baijiu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief——

A wave of unrest, a wave of up!

The man sitting on the toilet seat was awakened by the singing, his eyelids trembled slightly, and his consciousness was recovering at an astonishing speed!

The moment he regained consciousness, he leaned forward like a cheetah! His posture revealed a fierce struggle and resistance! The small space suddenly tightened due to this sudden tension!

His clenched fist, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, hit Baijiu's abdomen directly!

Baijiu was in a semi-relaxed state, his muscles not yet tensed! His abdomen felt like it was being hammered, and the pain was overwhelming! He groaned and forced himself to steady himself.

He and Mojito immediately rushed over and held the man's left and right shoulders respectively!

However, they didn't realize at all that in this compartment as narrow as a cage, the limited space actually became an advantage for this man!

Looking down from above, the cold white cubicle instantly turned into a chaotic arena!

The three men wrestled frantically in a small space! Their limbs entangled like vines, strangling each other! Within a few inches of elbow contact, the man accurately predicted Mojito's attack! A fierce elbow strike slammed into Mojito's chest!

"Ugh!" Mojito's heart ached and his back hit the partition heavily!

Then, the man raised his knees high, curled his legs like springs to gather strength, and then—

"boom!"

A powerful kick hit Baijiu's abdomen accurately where he had just been injured!

The space is cramped, with nowhere to hide! Less than 0.2 seconds of hesitation——

The man's toes were like a cannonball!

"Ugh!" A heart-wrenching pain came over Baijiu's body as if it was being pulled away by a huge force!

"Boom!" A loud noise!

The partitions shattered! Sawdust flew everywhere!

Baijiu's body twisted like a kite with a broken string, and his brain went blank for a moment.

"What fast legs!" He was shocked and frowned!

Time seemed to be stretched out. After 0.3 seconds of flying through the air, when consciousness was reunited—

He had already flown several meters away, lying in a mess on the shattered door panel! The broken wood panels were scattered on his chest.

This man... is simply a fighting machine!