Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 737: Completely in a Dead End

The old man remained calm and spoke softly, "Ryan will give you orders. In order to regain his trust, you need to obey."

"You mean, let me complete a mission." Vermouth threatened: "I'll finish it, and you let me go back."

"Oh?" The old man shrugged and said calmly, "Let me remind you, don't forget that you don't have a nationality either."

Vermouth stood up directly. The old man was still sitting on the bench calmly. "The supervisor called me personally."

"I asked about your situation. Because I wanted to protect your identity, I had to lie to him."

"So in their eyes, you are now a stateless killer, and you are their target."

"Only a few people know your true identity."

"It would be bad if we accidentally forgot."

"You don't have any choice, Vermouth." The old man sneered: "Don't forget who is responsible for your success in the organization."

"I can make you a foothold in the organization, but I can also make you return to the pre-liberation era overnight, and your grand plan will never come true."

"I don't care about that." said Vermouth.

"I don't care whether you care or not." The old man said coldly: "What you need to do now is to go back."

"The Syndicate is not as simple as you think."

"You have to know that 80% of these people are from the organization."

"It has been established for so long, but it has not been discovered. What do you think is the reason? Don't you understand this?"

Vermouth lowered her head, glanced at the old man, and swallowed.

She held the USB drive between her fingers and walked quickly past the old man, who said calmly, "Glad to know that you are still loyal to us."

Vermouth walked straight forward without even looking back.

The old man looked back at her with an expression that showed that everything was expected.

At this time, in the dim basement.

He put one hand on his waist and asked, "What's wrong? What's the situation?"

"I can't open it, I don't know why." Lao Hei looked at the notebook in front of him, and all kinds of garbled characters and program errors were displayed on the screen.

"What do you mean it can't be opened?" Baijiu walked behind Laohei.

"I'll never be able to open it." Lao Hei sighed.

Macallan, who was sitting next to Lao Hei, explained: "Because it's a red box."

Brent, who was standing in front of the window and was on guard, was stunned for two seconds, then turned to look at McCarron: "What?"

"Red box." McAllen repeated patiently.

"I'm not deaf, I mean what is the red box?" Brent asked, then looked out the window again.

Baijiu opened his palm and explained for Macallan: "This is used by the British government to transmit state secrets."

"Hmm..." Brent nodded, "That doesn't sound good."

"This is triple encryption." McCarron analyzed the computer screen, "If you want to open it."

"Unless there are fingerprints of that particular person."

"You think that's all?" McAllen deliberately kept it a secret. "There are also retinal scans and voice recognition."

Brent was confused, but Baijiu had already figured it out: "That is the British Prime Minister himself."

"That's right! He is worthy of being the liquor team leader!" McAllen snapped his fingers: "This is the guy."

"That is to say, there is no account book at all." Brent turned his head and leaned against the wall. "We can't prove the existence of the syndicate."

He crossed his arms: "We are back to square one."

"No." Lao Hei shook his head.

"Yes!" Brent felt a surge of anger when he looked at Lao Hei, "But this time we are all wanted criminals of the organization."

"At least Baijiu isn't alone anymore."

Brent showed a miserable smile, and his tone was obviously a little self-deprecating: "I am so proud of us."

"Stop complaining for now." McAllen interrupted the dull atmosphere.

Maccabee thought rationally, “Why would there be red box files in a private database in Morocco?”

Lao Hei was also confused: "Yeah, why would Ryan want to get it even if he couldn't open it."

McCarron tried to analyze: "If Ryan wants to, he must have a way to open it."

"Of course.....and we actually helped him steal it."

Suddenly, Lao Hei and Baijiu looked up at each other at the same time.

They all thought of one thing in their minds, and said in unison: "What Ryan wants to do is kidnap the Prime Minister."

"Yes." Baijiu rubbed his face. He had obviously become much more haggard in recent times: "The key is what he is going to do."

"I have an idea!" McCarron raised his hand, as obedient as a primary school student: "We must remind the British government."

"That's right, let's go find MI6." Brent agreed with McCullen's idea, took out his cell phone from his waist and put it to his ear: "There's someone here."

"Two of my best friends are working undercover in MI6."

"No, wait, Brent." Baijiu sat aside and said calmly, "Don't be so decisive, there must be other ways."

"Put the phone down, we're thinking about it."

"But..." Brent couldn't sit still, his mentality was a little broken: "We have an obligation to remind the British government."

"Instead of gambling with the Prime Minister's life." Brent became emotional: "I still say the same thing! We might all become sinners!"

"The third war may have already begun quietly."

Brent was a little irrational: "Baijiu, just to give you a chance to defeat the guy who always beats you?"

Macallan was stunned, his eyes jumping back and forth between the liquor and Brant, and he secretly poked Lao Hei with his elbow.

He hinted that if a fight broke out, he would be responsible for holding down Baijiu, while he would be responsible for holding down Brandt. At this time, the atmosphere at the scene fell into silence for a long time.

Baijiu looked at Brent, and what followed was not anger, but more of disappointment.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Do you think so?"

"Brent." Baijiu asked.

Brent wiped his nose with his fingers, and after a burst of accumulated resentment, he regained his sanity for a moment.

Baijiu spread his hands, looked at the silent Lao Hei and Macallan and asked, "Do you all think so?"

McCullen bit his fingers, not daring to say anything.

Although he had a pretty good relationship with Baijiu, Macallan could clearly sense that Baijiu was unhappy.

Brent said calmly: "I think at this point, you can no longer see any other way out."

“We’ve reached a dead end.”

"Everyone!"

"Wake up!"