Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 735: Cheshen Liquor

Vermouth dodged the bullets and twisted and swayed the car body.

Macallan understood what Baijiu meant, stared at the man on the motorcycle in front of him and cursed: "Fuck him."

Baijiu remained silent, but spoke with his actions. He drifted sideways and directly knocked the man on the motorcyclist down.

"Squeak!" There was a crisp sound of watermelon, and the tire was covered with blood.

Baijiu looked at the group of men on motorcycles behind him, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "They all have to die."

As soon as they finished speaking, they witnessed the death of their companions, and feelings of sadness and anger surged into their hearts without any slackness or hesitation.

He pulled the pistol from his waist, pulled the trigger, aimed at the fuel tank and the control room of the liquor vehicle and drove away.

"Bang!" The bullet fire was so dense that the glass in front shattered. McAllen held his hair with both hands and dodged the bullet attack.

After Baijiu protected Vermouth and left safely, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, then turned into the alley on the left with a dragon-like tail.

During the period, the rear of the car was used to knock down a large number of fruit stalls.

A large amount of fruits were scattered all over the ground, leaving no place to stand.

The motorcycles behind were instantly stunned by Baijiu's unconventional operation, and they gripped the handlebars with both hands.

The sudden braking caused the tires to spark fire, and "bang!" many members fell to the ground.

They had no time to care about their wounds, but instead stepped on the gas and followed Baijiu closely. Only a few of them drove towards Vermouth.

"Go! Go! Go!" McAllen was inexplicably excited. Perhaps the gunfight just now made him fearless.

They acted as the atmosphere group on the sidelines and cheered for the liquor.

The whole process of making liquor was focused and he operated calmly and peacefully.

He scored twice and drove to a grocery stall again, using the swaying of the car body to "boom!" The sundries fell and collapsed instantly.

"Bang!" Because the left and right shaking frequency was too strong, McLaren's temple came into direct contact with the glass window.

Just as Baijiu was about to speak, Macallan said resolutely.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" McAllen covered his temples and deliberately put on a relaxed expression.

"Hold on tight!" said Baijiu.

"Okay!" McAllen closed his eyes and gripped the armrests tightly.

At the corner ahead, the white wine drifted directly and smoothly, only a millimeter away from the wall, showing a perfect and excellent drift.

If this happened in a professional racing arena, it would definitely be a famous scene that would go down in history.

Baijiu had an indifferent expression and drove with a stern face, just like a robot.

In fact, he had a map of the area in his mind. This area was a residential area with many street vendors and small corners.

Great for throwing off enemies.

After moving through about seven or eight intersections, without wasting a single bullet, there were only three "somewhat smart" enemies following behind him.

McCarron looked at the red alert on the screen and turned to look behind him: "What should we do! Liquor Team Leader! We don't have guns!"

McAllen tapped his temple with two fingers. "They are here. What should I do... What should I do..."

Baijiu curled his lips into a smile, tilted his head, and suddenly pulled the handbrake.

"Squeak! Squeak!! Squeak!!!" The tire was about to burn. McAllen looked at the right tire below, which had turned into a fireball.

He was so scared that his face turned pale, but looking at Baijiu's serious expression, he was speechless for a moment.

Baijiu was not panicked, but had a more calm look on his face.

He was waiting, and still waiting, his two arms still showing no intention of moving. Suddenly, the two motorcyclists were about to overtake him.

Baijiu suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the whole car swung sideways. "Bang!" A person was crushed in an instant, and then the tires caught fire.

The other man reacted quickly and jumped into the front glass of Baijiu's vehicle at the critical moment. He raised his pistol and pointed it at Baijiu's temple.

Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, "bang!" A cloud of blood mist was knocked out of his body, and the car body shook slightly.

The man happened to collide with a large truck that was speeding along the side.

Good luck will come directly.

At this time, there was only one motorcyclist left, but due to inertia, Baijiu was unable to turn around immediately.

Instead, he kept going straight in the opposite direction and collided head-on with the motorcyclist. He pulled out a pistol and McAllen's eyes widened.

Shouting, "He shot me this time!"

"Get down!" Baijiu pressed McLaren down to avoid two bullets. He asked, "You are wearing your seat belt, right?"

"Huh?!" McCullen was about to cry but had no tears. He said excitedly, "You finally remembered to ask me now."

At this time, the speed had reached 120 miles per hour, the vehicle in which Baijiu was located was still driving in the opposite direction, and thick black smoke was already coming out of the hood.

It's like a time bomb that can explode at any time.

Baijiu accelerated through an intersection and "bang!" crashed into the iron fence at the rear, and a raging fire broke out on the front hood.

The vehicle was stuck in the air, and when it was about to land, Baijiu shouted, "Hold on! Hold on to me!"

"Okay!" Macallan opened his palm and held Baijiu's arm tightly.

"Puff!" Two airbags popped up in the front, and the vehicle rolled violently in the parking lot, with flames burning the faces of the two people from time to time.

Large amounts of glass fragments penetrated into their skin.

They just felt their internal organs were mixed up.

"Squeak!" The vehicle finally stopped, but the fire had spread rapidly. Baijiu remained sober and pulled out the unconscious McLaren.

Then, he picked him up and ran forward at the fastest speed in his life, taking just over two seconds.

"Bang!!!" A loud noise came from behind.

Baijiu put Macallan aside. He had no time to care about him now, because the motorcyclist was also coming, like a dog-skin plaster.

Baijiu stretched out his palm and said calmly, "Wait."

"Don't even think about it!" The man said angrily, raising his arms high: "I will take your body--"

"Bang!" Before the man could finish his words, he was hit by an off-road vehicle and flew nearly ten meters away. The vehicle did not stop yet, and Brent hurriedly got out of the cab.

He rushed towards the liquor, "Are you guys okay?"

He took out toilet paper and handed it to Baijiu: "Wipe the wound."

Lao Hei looked helpless and opened the car window: "Hey! Can you park the car first before getting out?"

"You want me to—"

"Crunch!" While he was talking, the tire suddenly burst.

Brent turned his head and shrugged. Although he said nothing, it seemed as if he had said everything.

Lao Hei sneered, "You are so good at pretending."

Brent patted Baijiu: "Are you okay, Baijiu team leader?"

"Long time no see." They hugged each other.

"The situation... is a bit out of control." Baijiu said calmly: "At least the initiative is in our hands now."

"Avoid the bullet! Liquor!" McAllen suddenly opened his eyes.