Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 616: Still a long way from Vermouth's disguise

Chapter 616: Still a long way from Vermouth's disguise

"Team A, I'm in, two minutes left."

"Understood." All the surveillance images in the Vatican were displayed on the screen. Baijiu's eyes flickered quickly, searching for any trace of Phoenix.

Finally, the eyes locked.

"Group C, I can see you." Baijiu said in a low voice.

"I'm overwriting the surveillance footage, awaiting instructions to move."

"clear."

Baijiu was like a hacker, recalling the knowledge that Macallan taught him and inputting a series of complex codes.

He pressed the enter key and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's playing on loop, time to start!"

Phoenix turned his head left and right, and after making sure that no one was paying attention, he immediately swung his legs and ran wildly along the corridor in front of him.

Push open a big door and go inside.

In the underground passage, Lao Hei climbed out of the pipe, took off his mask, breathed in the air, touched his nose, and activated the intercom.

Asked: "Team A, has the catacombs video been processed?"

"It's done." Baijiu took off his clothes, leaving only his black short-sleeved shirt, and quickened his pace: "We are ready."

Baijiu trotted from below and came to an iron gate, which he kicked open rudely.

Then a ray of sunlight shone in, and he came to an alley. He followed the path and continued to act according to the plan.

Phoenix came to the grand-sounding room to change his clothes, and he placed all the equipment on his body in the bag.

"Team D, do you get it?"

"I receive the same messages all day long." Marmot said helplessly.

"Very funny. Get ready for action." Phoenix, wearing a white shirt, was busy changing her clothes.

"I'm already here," replied the marmot.

"Really?" Phoenix checked the time: "Thirty seconds left."

"See you in thirty seconds." Marmot drove the orange Lamborghini, speeding down the street with his foot firmly on the accelerator.

Baijiu was walking through the dark corridors underground, his coat draped over his arm, jogging along: "Team A, prepare to enter the action position."

"Group B is waiting for transmission instructions." Lao Hei put his hands on his waist.

Baijiu pressed the cross on the wall, and the cross began to flash: "Transmitting, Laohei."

Lao Hei immediately picked up the receiver and leaned against the wall to look for the signal sent by the white wine. There was a "ding" sound.

The intercom is perfectly connected to the receiving signal source.

Lao Hei took out a piece of chalk and immediately drew a cross on the wall.

He opened the briefcase on the stone steps, took out the drill, aimed the tip at the center point of the fork, and quickly drilled a small circle hole.

Lao Hei stopped the switch, Baijiu picked up the two thin wires hanging at the tip, and they both arranged them at the same time.

After everything was done, Lao Hei stuck a bomb on the wall.

Baijiu shines a strong flashlight on the filament, a material that is extremely flammable, in less than five seconds.

The filaments immediately burst into flames, and a moment later, there was a loud "bang" and the wall that had just been decorated with the filaments exploded instantly.

"So...why not use buttons?" Lao Hei complained.

“It looks more upscale.”

Lao Hei was a little speechless: "........."

On the road, Marmot drove a Lamborghini in a dashing manner. The roaring engine sound and dazzling appearance attracted the attention of the crowd.

She stopped at a gate with iron bars, took out her ID and stuck it out the window, handing it to the guard at the gate: "Onea, Ms. Medlisson."

"I should be on the guest list, thank you."

The guard bent down, respectfully flipped the book left and right, and politely replied: "I'm very sorry, but your name is not there."

"There must be something wrong." The marmot looked at him charmingly: "I am......"

"Sorry! Friend!" A guard trotted over, opened the fence and came to the marmot.

This person was none other than Phoenix, who had just changed his clothes in the museum. He spoke authentic Italian.

He tilted his head and asked, "Is that Ms. Onea?"

"It's me." The marmot glared at him with murderous eyes.

"Please wait a moment." Phoenix put his hands on his chest, bent down, held the brim of his hat, smiled, and pulled the guard's arm.

Phoenix leaned close to his ear and whispered, "This lady should have been on the list. It was my negligence that caused her not to show up."

As Fenghuang explained with great emotion, the guards relaxed their vigilance, and the two men opened the door from both sides one by one.

All this makes sense, after all, they all drive Maseratis.

The marmot seemed to be in a state of emotion. He stepped on the accelerator and deliberately drove towards a puddle on the side, splashing dirty water all over him.

"Oh! Brother." The guard joked, "It turns out that you can't mess with women casually in the future."

After that, he took out a clean towel from the guard room and dripped it into Phoenix's hand: "Wipe it, we still have to receive other people."

"It's okay." Phoenix declined: "I'll go inside to change clothes."

The Marmot did an S drift and parked perfectly in the parking space. The receptionist, wearing gloves, opened the car door.

She took a step with her proud long legs, her transparent jade-white high heels touching the ground. She straightened her back and looked at the staff flatteringly.

She showed him her beautiful figure, surrounded by beautifully dressed guests.

She pulled down the hem of her skirt and walked straight into the venue.

On the other side, Fenghuang rushed to Baijiu, panting.

He took off his shirt, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reported the situation to Baijiu: "She's coming in!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

In the grand church, the priest is praying solemnly.

"ladies and gentlemen!"

"As part of our good tradition, I have been granted permission to hold this banquet to thank all of you for your generous contributions."

"It has enabled the court to function adequately, and fortunately it is foreseeable during these turbulent times."

At this moment, they found the target they were looking for this time.

Owen appeared in her sight. He was not very tall, with a fat face, and his behavior revealed that he was rude and difficult to deal with.

The marmot looked ahead and reported in a low voice: "We have one chance to take a photo. Just give me the instructions and be on standby at any time."

Lao Hei took out his notebook, quickly tapped the keyboard and entered the code to open the system hidden on the desktop.

"Team D, prepare to upload."

After receiving the instruction, the marmot took out a makeup mirror from the brand-name bag hanging on his wrist and pretended to touch up his makeup.

In fact, there is a hidden camera installed outside the mirror.

She passed by Owen, faced his face, and used her fingers to touch the foundation underneath to take the photo.

"Team D, image received."

Baijiu took out a male skull model, and then applied silicone material on it. Laohei used the data sent by the marmot.

Automatically analyze your face and print the results on silicone.

"I'm going upstairs." Phoenix put on a clean white shirt and went into the passage beside.

The chainsaw was cutting bones and flesh, and Owen's face gradually emerged. Baijiu couldn't help but sigh: "Times have really changed..."

But no matter how automated the technology is, it is still far from Vermouth's disguise technology.