Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 780: Gambler’s liquor, where’s the money?

"Don't laugh, I'm serious." Macallan stared at the liquor.

Baijiu didn't dare meet his gaze again, unable to shake off the vision of "Maomao" for a moment. He pursed his lower lip, pressing his fingertips against the slightly twitching muscles at the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile.

McCarron spoke quickly: "You want me to believe that you are completely relaxed right now, right here and now——"

"Macallan." Baijiu tried to interrupt, his eyes still looking elsewhere.

McCarron was unmoved: "—in a dark alley, waiting to buy a black market plutonium core from a pervert."

"MacAllen." Baijiu finally turned his gaze back, his hand firmly placed on his tense upper arm, his voice filled with soothing warmth, but there was no trace of joking in his eyes: "I won't let anything happen to you."

McAllen's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and a smile almost as pure as a child's, filled with dependence, bloomed on his face.

This guy... is so strange and fragile, like a frightened young animal. Baijiu thought to himself that he would need to give him some reassurance when he faced danger in the future.

"Got it, McAllen? You're perfectly safe." Old Black's voice came through the headset at the right moment.

"That's easy for you to say!" McAllen retorted, "You were sitting comfortably in the armored car!"

Lao Hei chuckled twice and said jokingly, "You were the one who rushed to go on the field mission, tough guy."

"No, no, no!" McCarron waved his hands hastily, trying to save his image. "Tonight is different, Black! I... I just want to stay in the car now..."

"Shut up." Baijiu's smile disappeared instantly, and he quietly nudged Macallan's ribs with his elbow.

"he came."

Baijiu's voice suddenly dropped to a freezing point, and his deep eye sockets seemed to swallow up all light, leaving only an empty, cold abyss. An invisible chill spread from his entire body.

"Oh my God..." Macallan's Adam's apple rolled, and he subconsciously adjusted the collar of his windbreaker. Like a frightened bird, he huddled tightly behind the tall figure of Baijiu.

Deep in the tunnel, two beams of dazzling car lights were like sharp guillotines, fiercely splitting the thick darkness.

"Crunch!" The tires scraped against the ground with a short, sharp sound. The engine died, and a dead silence descended. The passenger and front doors opened, and two pairs of shiny black leather shoes landed firmly on the ground.

A typical Eastern European burly man assumed a fighting stance almost the moment he landed on the ground. The black muzzle of the assault rifle in his hand accurately locked onto the vital points of Baijiu and Macallan, and the air froze.

MacLaren took a deep breath and looked at Baijiu with helpless and panicked eyes. Baijiu didn't say anything, but just nodded, telling him through his eyes to stay calm, because he was there.

Baijiu opened his lips a little: "Get the money ready, Lao Hei."

"Got it." Lao Hei, who was in the truck, had already made all preparations.

He pushed the keyboard forward half a meter, then bent down. There was a black bag at his feet, which was filled with a bag of US dollar bills.

Lao Hei held the zipper with his thumb and tried to close the gap. The moment the gap closed, the cargo box suddenly became pitch black. As expected, an accident happened.

The experienced Lao Hei immediately realized that both the power supply inside the car and the backup power supply had been cut off. He spread his arms out and calmly asked the person on the other end of the headset, "Baijiu, can you read that?"

"Can you hear me?" Lao Hei asked again. After all, he was unwilling to accept the reality that his position had been exposed.

Lao Hei kicked open the car door without saying a word and prepared to evacuate. He also informed Baijiu that the plan had changed and the transaction was to be stopped. They had been fooled by this secret organization in Eastern Europe.

However, after kicking open the car door, what greeted Lao Hei was not freedom, but the cold muzzle of a gun, aimed at his temple: "Don't move."

On the other side, Baijiu did not hear Lao Hei's call for help, and did not know that Lao Hei was controlled by the enemy. He also did not realize that they had fallen into the enemy's trap.

After all, according to the current progress, from the perspective of liquor, everything is normal.

In the dim light of the tunnel, a man with deep features walked towards Baijiu with a leisurely pace.

On the left stands the bearded bodyguard, holding a rifle with his index finger always on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

"Are we still going to make a deal?" The man's low and hoarse voice concealed a deterrent force.

He sized up Baijiu's expression, then took a few steps forward, nodded, and leaned back slightly, staring at Baijiu with contempt: "I can survive in this business."

"It's all thanks to a voice in my head." The man was dressed in a neat suit, exuding a calm aura. He looked at the liquor with intimidation, his lips pressed into an arc that concealed his power.

The man tilted his head. "This voice is never wrong. When I meet you, it always says the same thing to me."

"What are you talking about?" Baijiu's voice was deep and heavy, as steady as the thousand-year-old rock formation deep in the tunnel.

"Nothing." The man said this with a playful smile on his lips.

Macallan was confused. What on earth was this guy talking about? He blinked his confused little eyes, his gaze jumping back and forth between the man and the liquor.

Finally, his eyes fixed on Baijiu's face, and he chose to trust the team leader and wait for Baijiu's next instructions. He only needed to play the role of a bystander.

But it was still a bit creepy to see the two bodyguards' guns pointed at him in the distance.

Baijiu was not intimidated by the man's bluffing and said solemnly: "I'm here to do business. Let your voice make the decision."

His voice was as steady as the solid walls of a tunnel, slowly spreading through the air, neither fast nor slow, without the slightest panic.

The man did not respond immediately. Instead, he continued to look at Baijiu for a few seconds, then half-turned his body, raised his right hand high, and waved to the bodyguard standing in the trunk.

Baijiu passed the man's test. He took half a step back. The bodyguard, carrying a metal box, approached Baijiu with the sound of "clacking" soles of his shoes.

The bodyguard stopped when his feet were parallel to the man's, turned his head to check the man's eyes, and waited for instructions. The man nodded slightly.

The bodyguard picked up the metal box and placed it flat in front of his chest. He used one hand as a support point and the other hand to unfasten the two locks on the side of the box. Two "click" sounds were heard when the box was unlocked.

The bodyguard held the upper edge of the metal box and opened it like a shell. Three round balls with a beautiful texture and glossy texture lay quietly in the container inside the box, forming a triangle.

It is the most important thing in this transaction, the plutonium core.

Baijiu tilted his head, two wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. Macallan received the signal and kept telling himself not to be nervous in his mind, wiping the sweat from the center of his palm with his thumb.

He took out a special long instrument as thin as an ear pick from his pocket and placed it on the center of the plutonium core, which is the dot of the sphere. Then he took out a device the size of a mobile phone from his arms. The upper left corner of the screen displayed radiation monitoring data in real time.

The numbers jumped rapidly, and the ripples rose. In the quiet atmosphere, it was like an alarm, disturbing the brains of everyone present.

The man expressed his confusion. He stared at the instrument in McAllen's hand, a hint of suspicion flashing across his eyes. He asked curiously, "What is that?"

"Don't you know?" McAllen shrugged and patiently explained, "This long, thin rod is a beryllium rod. It can react with the plutonium in the core."

Hearing this, the bodyguard behind the man subconsciously took half a step back.

This caused Baijiu to have some doubts in his heart.

After some operation, McAllen put the device back into his arms and said in a trembling voice: "It's okay."

He stood behind Baijiu again. For some reason, looking at Baijiu's back, a sense of security felt like a solid shield worn on Macallan.

The man asked, "Where's the money?"

Baijiu nodded: "Money."

Baijiu turned to look at Macallan and said, "Give me the money."

The same sentence was also said to Lao Hei in the headset.

Five seconds, ten seconds... time stretched out in suffocating silence.

Baijiu and Macallan stared at each other.

Even though the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point, Macallan's face, which was hallucinated as "Maomao", still made the muscles at the corners of Baijiu's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

The man's patience quickly ran out, and his eyes were like poisoned ice spikes, coldly piercing the two men.

Baijiu and Macallan looked back at the same time - there was only empty darkness.

An ominous premonition washed over his heart like a cold tide, but the gambling nature in Baijiu's bones was still burning. Communication failure... It must be a communication failure!

After all, no one wants bad things to happen.

Baijiu Gambling's communication equipment just malfunctioned, and he raised his voice slightly: "Lao Hei, bring the money over."

The bearded bodyguard received the man's cold gaze, raised the muzzle of his gun suddenly, and took a step forward. The sound of his heavy military boots stepping on the ground was infinitely amplified in the dead silence.

The only response to the liquor was the echo of his own voice deep in the tunnel, cold and desperate.

Reality was like a hammer, smashing the last bit of luck, and Baijiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

"We need that money! Lao Hei!" Baijiu shouted.

The man lost all his patience, and his voice sounded like a sentence from hell.

"Kill them."

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