Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 720 Who is this woman?

The two people rotated at two ropes.

The control room was already covered in blood. The two directors were lying in a pool of blood, and the man in police uniform was assembling a gun.

Baijiu was forced back step by step by the man, and the white shirt on the man's chest was stained red with blood. Baijiu jumped and took down the lighting equipment above.

"Bang!" First, the dagger was knocked from his hand to the side.

Then he gathered his strength and smashed it hard on the man's head.

The man's vitality was so strong that he didn't feel dizzy at all. He used all his adrenaline to clamp Baijiu's neck with his arms.

Baijiu's attention was attracted by the man in police uniform in the control room. He put on his glasses and glanced diagonally to the side.

From his perspective, the Prime Minister is located diagonally to the side.

The guard slowly opened the window in front of him, as if he had victory in his hands, and Baijiu could no longer sit there and wait for death.

But my mind became increasingly blank.

His breathing became increasingly difficult and his vision became blurred, but fortunately, the shelf in front of him slowly rose.

Baijiu transfers all the strength of the body to the legs.

The toes of his shoes were placed under the shelf and his legs were stretched straight. The man was strong, but his strength was not enough to resist the shelf.

Baijiu felt his breathing become smoother, and he did not cling to oxygen. Instead, he did a backflip and kicked the man in the chest.

"Ah!" The man tried to stabilize himself, but unexpectedly there was no support point at the back.

His eyes became filled with fear, and he swung his arms and fell downwards, "Ah!" Two thick horns pierced directly through his body.

Those are the props that will be used later.

There were two bloody holes on the man's chest and abdomen.

Baijiu's core tensed up and he held the platform firmly with both hands.

The guard in the control room raised his lips slightly and aimed the red dot sight at the Prime Minister's head.

McCarron took a breath and the surveillance footage resumed.

However, the crisis came again, and the image that came into view was a man in police uniform holding an assembled gun.

"White wine!" McAllen said excitedly, "Something's going on in the control room!"

"White wine! White wine!" Macallan couldn't help but stand up and knock on the table, "Did you receive the white wine?"

"Please reply if you receive it,"

Seeing that Baijiu had not responded, Macallan immediately came to his senses, stood up from his seat, and ran as fast as he could.

Baijiu climbed to the high platform, not daring to delay for a moment, picked up the gun and prepared to aim at the man.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger.

But out of the corner of his eye he noticed that in the attic ahead, the woman in the yellow dress was also aiming at the Prime Minister.

Baijiu was hovering between the two. Although the one in front of him looked like Vermouth, his appearance was completely different, so it was not ruled out that he was disguising himself.

However, before the action, he deliberately used a small account from the Internet cafe to contact Vermouth using a secret code, and the IP address showed Tokyo.

It is not ruled out that Vermouth lied and came to support.

After all, I lied to her.

But why did she want to assassinate the Prime Minister...?

Seeing that the singer was about to reach the climax, Baijiu hesitated and thought for a while, and came up with the best solution.

That is to 'kill the Prime Minister!' Solve the problem from the root.

"Bang!" He aimed at the Prime Minister's right shoulder. The shot was equipped with a top-of-the-line silencer, and coupled with his deep baritone voice, no one noticed it.

As the target fell down, holding his right shoulder, the woman immediately pulled the trigger.

Unfortunately, the bullet missed the target and hit the right corner of the Prime Minister's chair. As the Prime Minister fell to the ground, dozens of bodyguards surrounded him.

Use your body to block the bullets, forming a human-shaped wall.

"Go to the front hall quickly!" the captain of the bodyguards shouted.

The audience burst into thunderous applause again.

"Good singing!" Everyone couldn't help but cheer with their fists.

The man in police uniform frowned and slowly put down his gun, although the black lenses blocked his eyes.

But I can strongly feel the confusion and bewilderment.

He raised his eyes and looked forward, quickly locking his eyes on the woman in the attic. The man's confusion quickly turned into anger.

The woman turned her head along the trajectory of the bullet. Through the blue veil, although her appearance was blurry, her facial features were very familiar to her.

————White wine...? Why is he here?

Suddenly, the woman felt a chill and murderous intent coming from behind.

"Bang!" The bullet passed through her hair.

"Bang!" McAllen kicked the door open. The man in police uniform was stunned for a moment, obviously frightened by him.

McCarron took off his glasses and threw them aside, "Come on!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The man didn't expect McAllen to pounce.

The moment McAllen pushed the man down in front of the console, he came to his senses and wondered where he got the courage from.

Baijiu saw the man grappling with McAllen.

He immediately took a step and ran towards the control room.

The woman turned the gun and aimed at the head of the man in police uniform.

In the control room, McAllen's frail body was obviously no match for him, and he was beaten without any resistance by the man.

Despite this, McCullen was much smarter than him.

The man had only strength but no brains, and his punching moves were very fixed. McAllen soon discovered the pattern.

Shaking his head from side to side, dodging fists that could have crushed his skull, he leaned against the wall and spun his body.

Outside the hall, every bodyguard was so scared that they almost peed themselves.

Compared with the Prime Minister, they are like the sniper target.

The captain of the bodyguards tore off the right half of the prime minister's clothes and checked the wound, finding only slight scratches from sliding.

The others divided the work and checked the remaining parts of the Prime Minister.

"Don't pull my pants off!" The Prime Minister pulled up his red shorts, "Now you remember to save them!"

"I've already told you! I'm fine! I'm fine!" The Prime Minister was extremely emotional. "Why are you all reacting so strongly?!"

The bodyguards looked uglier than eating shit, and they secretly said in their hearts: You are the Prime Minister...If you die, it will cause a chain reaction...

Maybe we will all become sinners in history...

"It's just a minor injury! Is it necessary to get so excited?"

The captain of the bodyguards wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "It's good that you're okay... It's good that you're okay. This time it was due to our negligence."

In the control room, McCullen dodged his attacks perfectly.

At the same time, it also aroused the man's anger. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly, Tan thought of something.

He hit himself hard on the head, "Damn it! Why did I have to bother about hitting you with my fist!?"

"Oh." McCullen smiled bitterly, "How did you understand?"

"Um..." McCarron said in a cute tone, "Can you hold on a little longer...wait for my teammates..."

"Do you take me for a fool?"

The man opened his hands, grabbed McAllen's shoulders, lifted him up high, and threw him to the side.

"Bang!" Blood instantly appeared on McAllen's head.

"White wine... come quickly..."