Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 724: The Trial of Vermouth

"Then he appeared in the Philippines again, but I didn't catch him." Baijiu clenched his fists, his tone clearly filled with reluctance.

Baijiu adjusted his mood, pressed the remote control, and switched the screen, "It just happened that a fire broke out in the petrochemical plant."

Two pictures appeared on the screen, which could be summarized in four words.

Hell on earth. 80% of the photo was filled with billowing smoke. Baijiu continued: "Before he killed people in the village."

McCarron turned around, understood the meaning, pointed his thumb at the rear screen, and asked tentatively: "You mean these accidents..."

"Like a long thread, are they all connected?"

Baijiu remained silent, pressed a button, switched the big screen, and a newspaper appeared on the top with a very eye-catching headline.

"Another plane disappears. Where did Flight 606 go?"

"Weapons companies are closing down, chemical plants are in disaster, and the death toll is rising."

"The Secretary General of the World Bank was on that missing plane, and that fire bankrupted a global weapons company."

"And that car accident started the civil war."

"These events are not coincidental." Baijiu's expression became serious: "They are closely linked and are the biggest potential threat to the organization at present."

“It is also the world’s greatest threat.”

"It was done by an organization called the Syndicate, a foreign country that was trained to be like us and given a new sense of purpose."

"Destroy the system that created them." Baijiu put his hands on the table: "No matter who is in the way."

"Anti-brewery organization..." Macallan had the answer in his mind: "No...it should be an anti-human organization."

"I don't know since when." Baijiu pursed his lower lip, "They have been developing without restrictions. Assassinating the Prime Minister tonight is their statement."

“The beginning of a new phase.”

McCarron expressed his opinion, his expression also becoming grim: "It is also possible that these are just a series of accidental disasters."

"He's there." Baijiu nodded.

McCarron nodded in response.

"He's always there." Baijiu turned around and said through gritted teeth, "Just like he was there tonight, I'm sure of that."

"I don't know who he is or where he comes from." He frowned and looked at the sketched head in front of him: "Who is supporting him!"

“But I knew he was the key.”

"Baijiu, this is what I joined for." Macallan patted his shoulder: "Let me help you find him."

"That's why I asked you to come here." Baijiu turned around and said excitedly, "I asked you to get involved, and now look at the result."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I can't protect you."

"So you have to leave!" Baijiu was serious.

"You have no say in this! Baijiu!" Macallan, who was always good-tempered, retorted, which stunned Baijiu.

"Bang!" McAllen pounded the table.

"I'm a field agent! I know the risks! More than that! I'm your friend!" McAllen spit.

"No matter what you say on the polygraph every day, you called me because you needed my help."

"You still need my help now! So I have to stay!"

“Pah, pah, pah!” McAllen banged his fist on the table, his eyes widening. “I’ve made my words known.”

The air was silent for a few seconds, and the two looked at each other.

Baijiu wiped the sweat off his face and was the first to break the silence: "Okay."

"Okay." McAllen raised his upper eyebrow, and his tone returned to its original gentleness, "Um..." He bit his finger subconsciously.

"So... where do we start...?" McAllen asked.

Baijiu stared at the side for a moment, then made eye contact with Macallan: "Vermouth."

"Oh yeah!" McCarron slapped his forehead, "Your girlfriend is really mysterious. Why did she jump out of the car...?"

"I'm completely confused from the beginning to the end." McCarron spread his hands: "Is she now undercover in the Syndicate?"

"She has her own rhythm." Although Baijiu appeared calm on the surface, he was still worried about Vermouth.

"Okay." Macallan trusts Baijiu unconditionally: "Then how should we find her?"

Baijiu did not choose to give a direct answer, "She said we have everything we need."

"Swoosh!" Baijiu took out a lipstick out of thin air and placed it in front of Macallan. He took off his hat, took out the lipstick, and looked it up and down.

Suddenly, he discovered the blind spot, turned the lipstick upside down, opened the bottom cover, and found a USB device disguised as lipstick.

Another place, inside a five-star hotel.

"Boom boom boom!"

Vermouth, covered in scars and dust, knocked on the door, followed by two strong men. A bald man opened the door.

After the two looked at each other, they passed each other. Vermouth walked into the room and saw the man wearing black-framed glasses sitting on the sofa.

I was playing with my phone comfortably. From a distance, I could vaguely hear a man watching Tik Tok. Then, "click", the door closed.

The man with black-framed glasses raised his eyes. Vermouth was forced forward by two big men behind her. She stood in front of the man with a table in front of her.

It is round with a white background, and tea sets are placed on it. The wine glass on the left is filled with red wine.

The man behind Vermouth was still making small moves on her. He secretly placed two fingers on her waist, watching the trajectory of the movement and preparing to reach down.

"Bang!" Vermouth turned around, raised her long thighs high, and poked the big man's head behind her with her toes.

She pinned him to the ground, pressing her thumb on his Adam's apple, and then Vermouth took back the pistol from his waist.

She raised her hands high and looked at the man with glasses.

The man with glasses drank the red wine calmly. Vermouth spoke first: "We agreed on this."

She slowly lowered her arms, "You send me on a mission, and I'll do it."

"But my way, not yours."

"When did I break my promise?" The man with glasses had a hoarse voice, as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat. He placed the cigarette box on the corner of the table.

Vermouth snorted, "You sent two assassins to the opera house, and one of them wanted to kill me."

"You dropped the ball." The man with glasses put his hands on his thighs, leaned back slightly, and put on an air of superior leadership.

"There's a reason why I failed." Vermouth explained, "It's because the man named Baijiu is tracking you down."

The man with glasses was not too surprised when he heard the name of the liquor. Instead, he felt it was reasonable.

The man with glasses twitched his thumbs. “The liquor is in Vienna because you let him go in London.”

Of course, Vermouth hadn't found this woman yet.

If she were to change her appearance in advance, no matter how many times she chose, Vermouth would still choose to let Baijiu go, regardless of the consequences.