Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 745: Vermouth is an enemy?

"These funds would allow the syndicate to operate undetected for decades. Here are the instructions for obtaining them."

Baijiu immediately pulled out the USB flash drive and picked up the electric drill next to him to destroy it. Since it was technically impossible to destroy it, he could only use the wisdom of a primitive man.

Destroy by physical destruction.

Baijiu was walking quickly along the shore against the crowd. The breeze from the shore blew his hair, and an open-air cafe appeared in front of him.

That was the place where Ryan had agreed to meet him. Across the crowd, Baijiu recognized at a glance the seated Vermouth and the weak and helpless figure of Macallan.

Baijiu looked around again and saw the two bodyguards under Ryan, blending in with the crowd, watching Baijiu's every move, holding devices similar to walkie-talkies in their hands.

It could be a communication device, or it could be a detonating device. Baijiu couldn't make a 100% conclusion. Suddenly, he felt a cool breeze coming from behind.

Baijiu turned half way around, and the tall bald man looked at Baijiu with disdain. He flexed his wrists, looking eager to try.

Vermouth signaled him with her eyes, and Baijiu received the message from her and walked towards their seats. He slowly stood beside McAllen.

McCullen turned his head carefully. There seemed to be something hanging on his neck. His eyes were bloodshot and had already turned red. He was sobbing.

He choked up and said, "It's all over... Team Leader Baijiu."

Baijiu quickly observed his whole body and saw a needle inserted into McAllen's left ear and pupil, where a micro camera hole was also attached by Ryan.

Just as Baijiu was about to put his hand on Macallan's shoulder, Vermouth quickly said, "Be careful!"

The experienced Baijiu immediately understood what it meant. He opened Macallan's chest and was surprised to see a bomb inside. Time was passing quickly.

The countdown time displayed is 3:50.

"Two pounds of Semtex," said McCullen, shaking.

Ryan put his hands behind his back and strolled leisurely in the room, looking at Baijiu and his group in the distance through the glass, "Five hundred, 30-caliber ball bearings."

"Your friend is sitting on a very sensitive.......stress trigger."

Macallan told Baijiu everything according to what Ryan said.

"So... no sudden movements." McAllen said, his whole body already soaked, with beads of sweat visible all over his face.

Vermouth shook her head. She was also forced to do so. She reluctantly raised the silenced pistol in her hand.

"Your final test." Baijiu asked sideways.

Vermouth said hypocritically: "After Ryan gets what he wants..."

She paused for half a second deliberately: "I will kill you and McCarron."

"If I don't kill you, everyone will die." There were traces of tears in her eyes, and she half-blinked her eyes and gestured to Baijiu.

Macallan saw Baijiu's embarrassment and reminded him, "There's no time to think about it, Baijiu!"

Ryan sat in his chair, watching the live broadcast that was being relayed in real time in McAllen's pupils.

"Please sit down and have some white wine," Ryan said.

Two tears fell on the table. McAllen pursed his lips tightly, just one step away from collapse in pain. On the one hand, he was out of fear of death.

On the other hand, it was out of guilt towards liquor and Vermouth.

They didn't have to come, but they came to save him...

Just as Macallan was lost in thought, Baijiu placed his gentle hand on his shoulder and said in a low voice: "I will resolve this crisis, and everyone will be fine."

"I promise." said Baijiu.

Macallan nodded and stopped crying. What he needed to do now was to do his best to help Baijiu and resolve this crisis together.

The three of them sat at the dining table. Macallan and Vermouth looked at Baijiu in unison, waiting for Baijiu's solution.

McCarron relayed Ryan's words: "My weapon of choice is humanity."

He took a sip of his coffee. "When I killed that young lady in the record store, I knew you would do whatever it took to catch me."

"I also know Ilsa... No." Ryan smiled: "It should be this lady, or... I should call her——"

Baijiu changed the subject immediately: "Don't talk about irrelevant things."

"Okay." Ryan continued, "I also know that this lady had no choice. The night you met her, she either conquered you or let you go."

"Whether you let her go in Morocco or not, whether she went to Aintree or not—"

Baijiu interrupted Macallan and said calmly: "You knew the situation would turn out like this, the current situation."

Ryan didn't say anything, Baijiu said calmly: "But then again, I feel the same way."

Hearing Baijiu's remarks, Ryan frowned subconsciously. He was a little confused.

Baijiu explained: "Because I know you, Ryan."

"Although we have known each other for a short time, no one can compare to me in judging people."

Baijiu deadpanned, “At some point, you have a crisis of faith, and human life becomes insignificant. Maybe it has always been this way.”

"No matter what, you are even worse than us. You have killed too many innocent people, whether they are members of the organization or high-ranking officials of various countries."

"Put all kinds of dirty water on us, and..."

"You have already crossed the bottom line of the organization. You even... "

"In short, you became like this without questioning who gave you the order or caring about the reasons behind it."

“You only blame the government, you only blame the previous organizations.”

"But you never thought about yourself. You wanted revenge, but--"

"But the ice is not formed in a day. You need help and money, a lot of money. You will do anything for this money."

Baijiu leaned forward with his arms on the table, and said, "So I know I will catch you."

Ryan was a little broken by the psychological attack. He changed the subject, took off his iconic black-framed glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put Baijiu's remarks behind him.

The voice said calmly: "Where is the hard drive."

At this time, the countdown on McCarron's chest had reached 1:20.

Baijiu did not show panic or anxiety, but his momentum became stronger and stronger, crushing Ryan, "You like to play games, I will give you a game."

Baijiu took out a ballpoint pen, uncapped it, and wrote something on a piece of paper: "I'll give you 50 million dollars."

Then holding it up, "You let me release Macallan."

It says the port address, account and password.

"Understand?"