Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 653 There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests

"You're selling something?" The man couldn't help laughing. "What are you selling? Your body?"

Baijiu couldn't help but raise his mouth: "I sell the future."

"Oh?" The man walked down slowly from the platform: "My future is very bright, thank you."

"A war is about to break out in your country." Baijiu went straight to the point.

"It's good to start a war, so that we can all get rich together."

"What if it's a nuclear war?" Baijiu said coldly.

The man remained silent. He slowly raised his head and looked at the liquor.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious and quiet. The man turned around, clasped his fingers, and put away his smile: "Go on."

Baijiu said calmly and concisely: "I'm looking for a man named Cobolt. You should know what he wants."

"I guess he probably came to you to get it."

The man's expression was calm. He didn't refute or admit it. He just nodded slightly and said, "Go on."

"He has the box, and the password as well." Baijiu blew his bangs upwards: "Now all we need is a tactical communications satellite."

His eyes were determined: "I want to know where he can get it."

The man smacked his lips, held his teeth with his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Anyone who knows this kind of information is a potential terrorist."

“And to the government, a potential terrorist is a terrorist.”

Baijiu frowned, closed his eyes, thought about the gap, and then opened his clear eyes again: "If you can help me."

Bodin turned around instantly and looked at Baijiu.

He said calmly: "My friends are your friends."

"I'm sorry." The man said decisively: "I can't help you."

He threw the bag full of diamonds to Bourdain who was standing nearby.

The man continued: "I absolutely cannot tell you that Russia secretly sold a tactical satellite."

“To the telecom companies in Mumbai.”

It was difficult to hide the smile on Baijiu's face. This guy, like Port Wine, was a little bit arrogant and didn't like to tell information directly.

Baijiu asked, "Whose idea was this?"

"Hehe!" The man smiled faintly, spread his hands, revealing two rows of neat and orderly white teeth: "A positive third party."

"Acting on a commission?"

"Help old friends and make new friends." The man extended his hand in a gesture of goodwill.

"Can the satellite be shut down?" Baijiu asked the core directly.

"It takes professionals." The man raised his voice and said, "You can't do it alone."

Upon hearing this, Baijiu naturally thought of an old friend.

After an unknown amount of time, a plane landed at the airport.

Baijiu, wearing sunglasses, walked down the stairs in a cool manner. The surroundings were very empty. Not far away, an off-road vehicle was driving towards this side.

It stopped perfectly in front of him, and McCullen and Vermouth got out of their seats, black briefcases in hand.

McCarron shielded his eyes from the glaring sunlight with his hands, pointed to a pile of suitcases and asked, "What are these?"

“Do you want to bring so many daily necessities?”

"No." Baijiu showed a proud smile: "It's our equipment. The supplies this time can be described as abundant."

McCarron's eyes wrinkled. "Huh?"

He asked in confusion: "How did you get it? I vaguely remember that the organization has a general control over the Middle East."

"I just made a friend." Baijiu said lightly.

“Phew!” McCullen sighed, shaking his head from side to side. “Glad we could help.”

"I can help you now." Baijiu said without hesitation.

"That white wine..." Lant took off his sunglasses and said hesitantly: "First of all——"

Baijiu interrupted him, understood his intention, and said generously: "Let the past be the past."

"We still have a chance to remedy this, we just have to act quickly and we have to act together."

"Okay." Lant looked at everyone: "Then where are we going?"

Baijiu gave an intriguing smile: "India."

"India?" Vermouth frowned. In her impression, this country has always had a bad reputation.

"Okay, that's fine." Vermouth made some simple self-adjustments, then took the lead and walked up the stairs back into the plane.

Macallan patted his glass of white wine and said with a smile: "The plane is really nice!"

"Wait until you see the car."

On the other side, in a private clinic in Dubai, the policeman from Moscow was sitting on the hospital bed.

Various high-tech and high-precision medical instruments were placed on it, and the doctor was carefully applying ointment to the scar at the corner of his mouth.

"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!" A bell rang from inside the bag.

He had no time to care about the surgery and directly picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and the person on the other end of the phone said:

"I'm Sidorif, how are you, old friend?"

"Ah!" He breathed a sigh of relief and let down his guard: "So it's you, I thought you had some information."

The policeman raised his head slightly, and the doctor picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and wiped the deep scratch on his forehead: "I'm busy with other things."

"It doesn't matter. You can't run away either."

The person who called the police was none other than the man who served Baijiu, with his hand resting above the fill light.

He sneered twice: "I know you are looking for an Asian man now."

"Huh?" The policeman's eyes widened instantly and he became alert. He signaled the doctor to stop and not disturb him.

"Go on." the policeman said coldly.

The man remained cheerful: "You are also looking for a briefcase that contains a nuclear weapons launcher."

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, in stark contrast to the police's anxious mood.

"It was just stolen from the Kremlin yesterday."

When the police heard this, their hearts skipped a beat. Cold sweat soaked their whole bodies and waves of chills pierced their hearts.

"Really?" Obviously, he was completely unaware of the news.

The man calmed his panic: "I can help you find them. Find both of them."

"But I have a prerequisite." The man touched his nose, with a sinister look in his eyes.

He stared straight ahead: "As long as we reach a consensus."

"Boom! Boom!"

Under the setting sun, the Baijiu group took a plane to Mumbai to prepare for the next step.

The view outside the window is so healing that one will never want to leave.

But they didn't have the leisure to appreciate it. Baijiu was holding a tablet, and the picture showed a tough-looking Indian man.

"This is Bukit Nath." Baijiu introduced: "He is a playboy and a media tycoon."

Vermouth sat beside him and listened to him patiently.