Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 629 I am also a traitor

Chapter 629 I am also a traitor

Baijiu took a breath and said, "Let me listen to her voice first to make sure she is still alive."

Pete nodded silently in understanding.

He opened his suit, pulled out his phone, punched in the number, and put it to his ear: "Of course."

"Let her pick it up."

Pete stood up from his seat and placed the phone to Baijiu's ear.

"Belmod?"

"Liquor."

"When we first met, there was a big lake at the foot of the mountain. What was the name of that lake?"

"Tokyo Bay, Wanika Lakeshore." Vermouth responded without hesitation, her tone very calm: "White wine."

"Don't worry about me, I really......"

Vermouth deliberately acted like she was choking, and Baijiu instantly understood her intention. He opened his teeth and bit Pete's palm.

"what!!"

Baijiu hit him violently with his forehead, then pulled his collar with his teeth and took out the key hidden in his chest with his thumb.

"Bang!" Pete fell to the ground unconscious.

He quickly unlocked the handcuffs, and all the shackles, big and small, on his body were unlocked in just fifteen seconds.

He stood up from his seat, picked up the phone that had fallen beside him, and sought support immediately.

Tokyo headquarters underground communications base.

Macallan simply clapped his hands after eating chocolate, and slowly answered the phone: "This is Macallan, may I ask if you have--"

"McAllen, it's me."

"White wine? What?" Macallan perked up instantly: "No, is that true?"

"Keep calm." Baijiu said steadily: "Listen to me carefully, I need your help."

Baijiu came to the door and looked outside: "I want to track this phone, the source of the last call."

"No, Baijiu." Macallan's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "Baijiu, be quiet."

“Everyone is here.” McCarron swallowed. “Everyone is looking for you. Everyone I know… I just checked.”

Baijiu turned the volume of his phone to the lowest level, gently pushed the door open, took a cautious step forward, stuck his head out, and carefully looked left and right.

"You are now on the organization's international assassination list, the most wanted list, I tell you."

"It would be great if you could make that list."

"The one on this list before was the man known as the silver bullet that pierced the organization, Akai Shuichi."

Baijiu narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. At the end of the corridor, the door was slightly open and a fan was squeaking on it.

There were four guards sitting inside, wearing suspenders and playing mahjong.

McCarron said excitedly: "No matter what is going on, I have to hang up now!"

Baijiu returned to the room and whispered, "Macallan! I don't have time to explain. What do you think it is?!"

Baijiu was looking for a useful tool in the room: "I'm not an undercover agent, I was simply framed."

McCarron still maintains his point of view: "I thought I valued my work, well, I really valued it."

"I don't want to lose this iron rice bowl because of this incident, and then be expelled from the organization."

"He was even accused of being an undercover accomplice."

“Although I don’t like working, I don’t want to lose my job either.”

McCarron spoke at double speed: "Well, you are also an old member of the organization, you know it."

"The organization will record every phone call."

"You also know how to find out." Baijiu retorted: "I'll give you the phone number now."

"Are you ready?" Baijiu confirmed.

"Okay." Macallan sighed, "Since you have a good relationship with Gin, I'll help you! Wait a minute."

McCarron snapped his fingers. "You know I could lose my civil rights if I do this?"

Baijiu doesn't care about all this and states the numbers coldly and mechanically.

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"Okay, wait, don't hang up yet, okay?"

After a moment, McCarron looked around and picked up the phone again: "Are you there?"

"Yes." Baijiu looked up at the structure above.

"Maybe we can be cellmates, what do you think?" McCarron joked, "If the truth comes out, I think it will definitely happen."

McCarron turned on the computer screen and checked the signal source.

Sliding the mouse, the location information is continuously enlarged: "The location of that number is...Shanghai!"

"Oh my god...how come we are in Shanghai?"

McCarron calmed his nervousness and said, "Listen."

"I just said it, Shanghai."

"I just assisted the public enemy of this organization, wow, that's awesome, thank you ha."

Baijiu got straight to the point and asked, "Am I close now?"

"Trace the location of this phone."

Although Macallan said he was reluctant, his body still did what Baijiu said and he typed on the keyboard.

"Oh!" McAllen's mouth rounded.

"So you're here! You're pretty close then!"

"Just get to the point." Baijiu tilted his head, a little emotionally broken: "How close are they? Are they in the same building?"

“No, no, no, no,” McAllen denied. He put on his glasses and stared at the computer screen. “It’s not your building.”

"There's one a mile northeast."

"McLaren, lead me over there," Baijiu ordered.

Baijiu strode up the stairs, "Open the door!" He opened the door, and the sunlight outside was very dazzling.

He stood on the roof and looked down. Baijiu looked at the ancient town-like buildings and immediately realized that he had been kidnapped to the countryside.

It is located on the edge of Shanghai, close to the border with Zhejiang Province.

McCarron scratched his head and asked in confusion: "There is another question that has been bothering me since just now. Why did you run to Shanghai?"

"I'll tell you when we meet." Baijiu paused by a river, then took a deep breath.

Swinging his arms, running on the roof.

"Tell me the location!" Baijiu stepped on the tiles, moving through the balconies and houses of local people, and finally landed on the bridge.

The residents around looked at the suddenly tall man and cast strange eyes on the liquor.

"You are...you are going to go from the north." Macallan bit the pen cap, looked at the map, and reported to Baijiu: "Well..."

"There's a bridge. Go over it and cross the river. Then turn left and follow the river for three-quarters of a mile."

"I know! I know!" Baijiu shuttled through the alley.

"Make way! Make way!" Baijiu spoke standard Mandarin and ran through the noisy crowd.

He ran along the river, the wind ruffling his hair.

"Be careful! Be careful! Everyone, please move aside a little! Thank you!"