Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 715: The Return of Liquor

The plane head looked at him in disbelief, "How did you join the liquor group with your IQ?"

McCarran said all this deliberately, with the purpose of distracting the aircraft head and making eye contact with Brandt standing at the door.

Unfortunately, the guy with the airplane head was also a veteran in the underworld. He immediately saw through McAllen's little thoughts and interrupted their exchange of glances.

He said sarcastically, "Are you two having an underground office romance?"

"No, no, no." McAllen avoided the minister's death stare.

The minister continued: "Russia, France, Britain, Israel, and other countries, these are all top secrets."

“But Baijiu has no trouble bringing it all together.”

"He always seems to be one step ahead of us." The Minister put his hand on McCullen's shoulder.

"How on earth was this done?" The minister deliberately raised the tone of the last few words.

————Isn’t this a testament to Baijiu’s impressive investigative capabilities?

————You, a makeshift minister, will not slander the head of the liquor team based on this basis, will you?

————From your tone, are you doubting me? ?

Of course, McCullen could only grumble silently in his heart and continue the previous topic, "You mean, I'm helping him?"

"Yes." The minister nodded and smiled, "I did have this thought."

Brent was thinking about something on the side, and he was secretly happy for the liquor team leader.

Liquor is still as reliable and powerful as ever.

"Huh?" Hearing that he was secretly in contact with Baijiu, Macallan was very confused, "Are you confused?"

But he quickly covered his mouth, realizing that he had said something he shouldn't have.

His attitude became extremely obedient, and he said patiently, "I have been here for the past six days, sifting through mountains of metadata and hundreds of megabits of shitty code."

"And!" At this point, McAllen became excited again.

"I crack, process, and move more data than anyone in our department, and yet you keep me here every week."

“And then ask me the same question, just in a different way.”

McAllen spoke calmly as if he had really experienced all of this.

Of course, it is true that there are many tasks and it is also true that there is a lot of slacking off.

After all, when McAllen was at the Tokyo headquarters, he was known as a master of time management.

The minister took advantage of this gap to observe the circuit diagram of the lying instrument without any concern.

"And you haven't answered me until today." The minister interrupted him and glanced at him.

McCarron paused, flexed his fingers slightly, and looked at him calmly.

"You...you may feel that he and I have some kind of responsibility and obligation."

"Well," McCullen took a deep breath, "that's not the case."

He said calmly: "Baijiu is still working outside, and I am stuck here, like a dog, explaining his behavior."

Then, he said calmly: "We are not friends."

"I hate him now, and I've figured it out."

McAllen clenched his wrists, and a few faint blue veins popped up on his forehead. "If I hadn't joined his group, maybe I wouldn't have to suffer so much now."

There were slight fluctuations on the polygraph, but not much.

"I don't owe him anything." McAllen sorted out the documents in front of him.

The female secretary signaled to the minister with her eyes, and he nodded silently, "Our conversation ends here, McCarron."

After the visit, McCarron slumped in his desk and closed his eyes. At this moment, he wished he could resign and stay at home quietly playing games.

Suddenly, he thought of the ticket again.

After some thought, he put on a gray suit and left his seat with a determined look. He was sure that this was the clue left for him by Baijiu.

If you want to eliminate overtime, you have to solve the problem from the root.

Macallan shook his head and murmured, "Who told me that I am a member of the Baijiu team? The friendship between us cannot be destroyed by the program."

Australia, 10pm, Vienna subway entrance.

He was wearing a black suit with a small black bow tie in the middle. His hair had not been washed for five days, but he washed it today for the first time. His slicked-back blond hair was very eye-catching.

Those who didn't know would think he was going on a date. McCarron gave a fake smile and looked around.

————It seems that I am very important in your heart. It seems that you only called me.

————He didn’t even call his sister-in-law, Vermouth.

————I don’t know whether you have lost weight or gained weight, and I didn’t bring your favorite food.

He was leaving the carriage when suddenly a masked man bumped into him head-on at such a speed that he was blurred, and left a dirty handprint on his white shirt.

Before McCarron could get angry, he found a document appeared out of thin air in his hand.

When he turned around again, the young man had disappeared into the crowd.

————It definitely wasn’t the liquor team leader, otherwise I would have been knocked away long ago.

————Could it be?

He frowned and carefully tore open the document, which contained a magazine. His fingertips vaguely touched a long object.

McAllen stretched half of his arm in, reached in and took out a pair of black glasses. He put them on without hesitation.

Suddenly, the screen in the right eye lit up, and a string of text appeared out of thin air in the middle of his vision.

At the same time, using the periosteum to transmit sound, that familiar voice came to his ears, "Welcome to Vienna, McAllen, did you miss me?"

"Leader of the liquor team!" McLaren suddenly shouted. Fortunately, it was quite noisy and no one paid attention to him. McLaren quickly covered his mouth with his hands and hid to the side.

"White wine." Although the tone was much lower, one could still hear the excitement in the tone, "Where are you? Where the hell have you been these days?"

"No trace, you know that?" McAllen complained, "Please, don't tell me that you want me to assist you in this mission."

"I don't want to take the daily lie test and say something against my will every time." He covered his chest, "I don't feel comfortable telling lies anyway."

"Nothing will happen." Baijiu's tone was unusually gentle, "Just keep moving forward, but didn't you just scream?"

"Now think back to what I did before and check if there is anyone around you who is following you in secret."

"I don't think so." McAllen held the frame of his glasses and lied calmly, "I just checked it."

"By the way, I didn't win that ticket, did I? Right?"

"Yeah." said Baijiu.

"So, where do we meet?"

"We won't meet." Baijiu said calmly.

"Huh?" This gave McAllen no idea what to do, but he quickly understood Baijiu's intention. Now the entire organization is looking for him.

Except for the Tokyo organization, everyone else was eyeing him covetously.

But since Macallan didn't understand liquor, why didn't he sneak back to his country?

Could it be... ?

Is he playing a huge game of chess?