Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 632: The Intrigue of the Organization, Pramiya's Comeback

Chapter 632: The Intrigue of the Organization, Pramiya's Comeback

"Wake up soon..." Vermouth, who was always calm and composed, became emotionally broken and powerless.

She was very scared, afraid that the man she loved most in her life would leave her, and she was afraid of losing her liquor.

Vermouth clenched her fists and punched Baijiu hard on the chest again and again. At this point, this was the only way!

She didn't know how long she had been smashing the things, but her hands were already a little numb.

Just when she was discouraged and about to give up.

"Ah!" Baijiu's eyes suddenly widened and his body sat up straight at 90 degrees.

"White wine!" Vermouth hugged the white wine tightly.

"It's okay...everything is okay."

Baijiu hugged Vermouth: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"If I hadn't participated in this operation, perhaps you would——"

Vermouth covered Baijiu's mouth: "Shh! Don't talk too much! As long as you're back, it's good."

On the second day, an underground intelligence agency was organized.

Bulajiu patted Baijiu on the shoulder and handed him a file: "I just want to express my appreciation for your work."

Baijiu opened the file and saw a few big words written inside.

"I would like to promote Baijiu to a special member."

Bulajiu smiled faintly: "Just consider this as compensation for making things difficult for you before."

"I told you that Rum contacted me before."

"They have a mission and would like to talk to you about it in detail."

"Thank you." Baijiu nodded: "But I still have a lot of things to think about."

He pointed to the wound on his face, and Brajiu breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were considering quitting. You scared me."

"No." Baijiu's mouth was filled with a happy smile: "I'm just thinking about how to go on a honeymoon with my lover."

"Have fun." Bulajiu and Baijiu shook hands.

"Right." Baijiu called out to Bulajiu: "So, what exactly is this rabbit's foot?"

"If you take part in that mission, I'll tell you."

Baijiu left a meaningful smile: "I will send you a message."

Lao Hei came over and greeted Baijiu warmly: "I didn't expect that Vermouth is so beautiful in real life!"

"You are really lucky, kid!"

Baijiu lowered his voice: "Can you find me for anything?"

"How did you know that?" Lao Hei's expression became serious.

"You came all the way here, it's definitely not just to see Vermouth, you must have something to talk to me about."

Lao Hei smiled awkwardly, actually he just wanted to see her.

He rolled his eyes and pondered in his mind: "By the way, do you know why Pete wants to make gin?"

"It seems like the two people have nothing in common at all."

"I don't care about that. These intrigues in the organization are really too energy-consuming. I didn't expect you to be quite interested in it."

"No." Lao Hei retorted: "I'm just reminding you to be more careful, maybe you will succeed."

"It's just a pawn used by the upper echelons to seize power."

Baijiu narrowed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly: "It's inconvenient to talk here, just let you and I know."

"Pete must be working for Rum," Baijiu guessed.

"Yes." Lao Hei smiled with relief: "Binga, who disappeared not long ago, had a very good relationship with Pete. It has been circulated among the organization."

"Gin killed him to protect his power——"

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

"Calling——Team Leader Gin."

"I'm sorry." Baijiu smiled politely: "Gin called, we'll talk later."

"It's okay." Lao Hei straightened his clothes: "I have to leave soon."

He showed a sincere and simple smile: "It's nothing, I just want to remind you."

"I think your abilities shouldn't be overwhelmed."

"There is great room for improvement." Lao Hei praised.

"Thank you." Baijiu took the phone and put it to his ear.

"Hey."

"I didn't expect that Pete is really a rat." Baijiu sighed.

"I've noticed something's wrong with him for a long time, and he's been making moves within the organization lately." Gin calmly lit a cigarette.

Baijiu joked: "If you hadn't told me in advance to be careful of him, I might be a corpse now."

"Margaret's revenge has finally been achieved." The liquor hinted at something.

Gin suddenly realized Baijiu's intention: "Don't worry, when the time comes for the application for special membership, I will vote for you."

"However." Gin flicked the ash from his cigarette: "Before that, I need you, Vermouth and Macallan to participate in a mission."

"Tell me where to go." Vermouth turned on the speakerphone: "As long as it's not to clean up Rum's mess."

"I'm sorry, I really disappoint you." Gin sighed helplessly: "This time it's really a task assigned by Rum."

"And he directly named you and Baijiu to participate in the mission."

A few days ago, Budapest, Hungary.

On a high platform above a high-rise building next to the train station, a European man with short hair and orange eyes was carrying a cross-body bag.

He kicked open the door and ran from the rooftop, followed by two burly men who were holding weapons and firing at the man.

He pressed the button in his hand, then took a leap of faith, jumped down from a high altitude, and then leaned back.

He pulled the trigger, and two gunshots rang out, with the bullets hitting the burly man right in the middle of his forehead.

When he was about to land, the button he had pressed in advance expanded and rose instantly when he was only twenty centimeters from the ground.

A miniature stress relief belt appears above the ground.

The man held his waist and rested for a while. Then, he heard hurried footsteps and fell forward.

He aimed at the man's head and pulled the trigger, all in one go.

After dealing with the body, he opened his cross-body bag, checked the documents, and then walked alone through the alley with a smile on his face.

At this time, a blonde woman came towards them from the alley.

She was also carrying a black briefcase, and her high heels made a "tapping" sound on the ground.

"Ding ding ding!" the man answered the phone.

Suddenly, the woman pulled out a pistol with an expressionless face and fired at the man's abdomen, heart and other fatal parts.

He fell to his knees instantly, his pupils dilated.

The woman and the man hugged each other, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chest, "Bang, bang, bang!" Three gunshots were heard, and the bullets pierced his chest.

Bullet casings were scattered on the ground.

The wallpaper on the man’s phone was the selfie that the woman had just taken, with two lines of text edited on it.

"The killer——Pramya."