Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 728 Vermouth's Roll of Eyes

"Not really, as long as you don't wear a mask." Vermouth said coldly, staring at McAllen.

McCarron shrugged: "Okay, then I won't wear a mask."

Baijiu folded his arms and slowly moved out of the house: "Is there any other way to get into the computer room?"

"No." said Vermouth.

"Where is the ventilation shaft?" Baijiu continued to ask, using divergent thinking.

"The pipe is only six inches thick," Vermouth replied, gesturing with her arms.

McCarron added, "What about the foundation?"

"There's twelve feet of concrete above and below." Vermouth acted as a cold and heartless answering machine.

Baijiu and Macallan smiled at each other and asked at the same time, "Where are the cable ducts? There must be some of them."

Vermouth had expected this and answered calmly, "Unless your identity information is already in the security system."

"Otherwise you won't be able to enter the terminal room." Vermouth shook her head.

Upon hearing this, Macallan couldn't help but frown, pinched the tip of his nose with two fingers, and patted Baijiu's crotch with the other hand: "What should I do..."

"Identity information." Baijiu did not show pessimism. He said calmly, "Where are they stored?"

McCarron is very vocal about this, raising his hand: "All security data is stored offline in a liquid-cooled room."

"Do you have a picture?" McAllen winked at Vermouth.

She smiled, "While you were talking, I had already switched."

"Thank you." McAllen said politely, then took small steps forward, stood in front of the big screen, and pointed at the three-dimensional pattern above.

“Here, inside the ring, the liquid is cooled.”

Baijiu was very smart and understood what Macallan meant immediately: "You mean that thing is underwater, right?"

"Yes." McAllen and Belmode said in unison.

"Okay." Baijiu nodded and thought of a solution in his mind.

He stroked his bangs and tried to analyze and calculate: "In order to get the account book, one of us must enter the circle."

"Change security identities." The scene of the operation automatically emerged in Baijiu's mind, and the operator was naturally himself.

"This way, the other person can reach the computer terminal room safely."

When he said this, the image of McAllen appeared in his mind. This step could only be left to McAllen.

Then he looked at Vermouth who was sitting on the sofa.

He said meaningfully: "This is the only way."

"It's the only way." Vermouth nodded heavily.

"Can I get in there?" Baijiu pointed to the screen, inside the three-dimensional ring, with a red flashing part on top: "What is that?"

Vermouth zoomed in on the image: "This is a maintenance hole."

"It can only be opened from the inside. If you try to open it from the outside, you'll be washed away by 70,000 gallons of pressurized water."

Vermouth hinted indirectly, indicating that Baijiu should give up this plan, think for a moment, and find a more suitable method.

"Where does this water come from?" Baijiu asked. He was ready to dive and his eyes became determined.

“........” Vermouth remained silent.

Baijiu put his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs gently stroking and pinching Belmode's collarbone, and said in a low voice: "Trust me, it will be okay."

Vermouth bit her lower lip, still hesitating, because this mission was too dangerous, and if she was not careful, she would lose her life.

The bodies remain buried forever within this circle.

Reminded by Baijiu's 'kind look', Macallan added: "Yes, when has the Baijiu team leader ever made a mistake?"

In fact, Macallan did not want to carry out this task if the liquor mission failed or something went wrong in any link.

He really had to die in Morocco. Thinking of this, McAllen couldn't help feeling sad. He lived for the next twenty-eight years.

Don't even talk about having a sweet love relationship.

He has never even held a girl's hand.

Vermouth still spoke. She knew that no matter what, Baijiu would carry out the order, and all she could do was trust him unconditionally.

Despite this, Vermouth was still full of worries and complained in her mind: You have to make me worry about you every time... Alas.

"Desalinated seawater flows in from the water inlet." Vermouth switched and adjusted the remote control: "It flows into the water pipe."

"You don't need to ask anymore." Vermouth predicted Baijiu's words: "Once any metal object is detected entering the water inlet."

"The entire system will shut down automatically." Vermouth looked at him.

Baijiu said calmly: "You can't bring an oxygen tank, right?"

Vermouth blinked slightly to signal.

Baijiu rolled his eyes, thinking about countermeasures. This problem was very tricky for him at the moment.

McCarron slapped his head and said, "Eh!" A flash of light flashed through his mind: "How long does it take to float from the water inlet to the maintenance hole along the water flow?"

Vermouth recalled and calculated in her head: "If I remember correctly, it should be two minutes."

Then, she took out the notebook under the coffee table, flipped two pages to the right, and confirmed again: "Just two minutes."

"That's if the water is flowing at full speed."

"Then you just need to hold your breath for two minutes." Macallan followed Vermouth's topic and said while looking at the liquor.

Baijiu asked, "How long does it take to install the identity information?"

"That's easy." McAllen wiped the tip of his nose with his thumb. "That's a maximum of one minute. That's the fastest speed."

Baijiu sorted it out and shook his wrist: "So... I only need to hold my breath for three minutes."

"Yes." McAllen nodded and looked at him trustingly: "You can do it, Liquor Team Leader. Three minutes is nothing to you."

Vermouth glared at Macallan with murderous eyes, "It's not you who's on this mission."

"I'm sorry." McCarron lowered his head: "I just thought of a solution and got a little excited for a moment..........................."

Vermouth was too lazy to argue with Macallan because Baijiu had told her before that Macallan was sometimes like a child.

She continued: "What you just said is too optimistic. Have you ever thought about it?"

Vermouth lifted up her slender white thighs, and the coat fell from her knees to her feet. "I have considered these as well."

"You're a little too optimistic." Vermouth picked up her coat and put it back on her knees: "Think about the oxygen consumption of physical activity."

She snapped her fingers and said seriously, "The more intense the exercise, the faster the oxygen consumption."

"Don't worry." Macallan patted his chest and said, "I completely trust the liquor team leader on this point. He will definitely be fine!"

Baijiu wanted to say something, but Macallan continued, "He just needs to do the gait analysis before I get there."

"Just put on a fake identity."

"That's what you said," McAllen added.

Looking at the two of them: "This is the only way."

He sneered and encouraged morale: "That's what I heard."

“It’s not impossible.”