Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Three days later, Rice Flower City.

Vermouth was carrying liquor and driving the familiar motorcycle, speeding down the street.

"Did Bourbon and Gin get through on the phone?"

Vermouth's long hair kept hitting Baijiu's face.

"I can't get through. They should be on a mission right now."

Baijiu said while using his arm to block her hair.

"PS: The Gin team has recently strengthened management, responded to the order of "that adult", strengthened management, and strictly controlled the situation of members playing with their phones."

Baijiu slid the screen of his mobile phone, quickly browsing the latest news about Mihua.

"The hijacking case at Teito Bank will be officially opened today"

Baijiu clicked on it and unexpectedly found the face of "Scar Akai" appeared in the review scene.

"Sure enough, the news about Bourbon pretending to be Akai was seen by Gin and the others."

"Ding."

A text message came from Baijiu's phone, and he immediately clicked it to check.

"Judy replied to me. I think Gin and the others are also in the "Rice Flower Department Store."

Baijiu turned off his phone and put his hands on Vermouth's waist.

"Then we have to hurry over there, otherwise it is very likely to turn into a situation of cannibalism." Vermouth analyzed calmly.

"Indeed. What's more, Bourbon is not from the Gin Group."

"Hold on tight! Baijiu! I'm going to speed up!!"

"Outside the Mihua Department Store", a Porsche 356A is parked on the side of the road.

"Hey, how long do we have to wait?"

"For an undead soul whose existence is unknown."

Chianti was on the windowsill of an abandoned building outside the building, aiming at the exit with a sniper.

He said to Gin in an impatient tone while chewing gum in his mouth.

"Don't worry, there is reliable information that he is still in that department store."

"Whether that guy is a ghost or not, I have to see it with my own eyes before I can make a judgment."

Gin sat in the car, his eyes cold and gloomy, and spoke coldly into the headset.

"If I knew this guy wasn't a ghost, then--"

"The only thing I can do is turn you into a dead spirit."

“Kil!!”

Gin leaned sideways, stared at Kiel with wide eyes and stern gaze, took out a pistol, and pointed the muzzle at Kiel's forehead.

Gil responded to Gin with a look of disdain and indifference to life and death.

"Brother... I think it's better not to be too ostentatious. Didn't someone just get elected recently?"

"And 'that adult' even specifically criticized the teaching..."

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things. Just be a good driver and don't criticize me."

Gin pointed the gun at Vodka and said expressionlessly.

"Okay...Okay, big brother."

Vodka knew when to stop and immediately bowed his head to admit his mistake, but because he was wearing sunglasses, he kept glancing back, quietly admiring Kiel's beauty.

Kiel seemed to notice it and rolled his eyes at Vodka.

"Gin, your memory seems to be a little bad."

"I still remember the person who asked me to shoot him through the head. I think it was you."

"Besides, it seems that I am not the only one who did this. Why do you only suspect me?"

"Bleeding was coming out of his head, and he fell in a pool of blood. You saw it all through the camera installed on me."

A faint smile appeared on Kiel's lips, and he spread his hands helplessly with a bitter smile.

"Because you stayed with the FBI for so long, no one knew when you woke up."

"And you shoot a little slower than liquor."

Gin had a cigarette in his mouth, the ashes scattered on the seat, his finger lightly on the trigger, and his cold eyes stared at her.

"Oh? So being a few tenths of a second slower is also considered slow." Gil was amused by Gin's remarks.

"After you rescued me from the FBI, my actions have been under the organization's surveillance."

"It's harder than climbing to the sky to collude with him privately."

"It is even more impossible to tamper with it."

Keel lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes showing off her beautiful figure, she crossed her arms, and spoke leisurely with a playful smile.

"You should stop making weird assumptions and be happy that your natural enemy has disappeared."

"Yeah, I'm shaking with excitement now." Gin raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a creepy smile.

"Because if he's still alive, I can kill him again!"

"Vodka!"

Gin's sudden shout startled Vodka, who was fascinated and lost in fantasy while watching Gil. Thinking he was discovered, he asked guiltily.

"Ah? What's wrong...what's wrong, brother?"

"Park the car opposite the department store so you can clearly see where the man who looks like Akai comes out."

"What's wrong? Drive quickly!!"

"What's wrong? Have you entered the rebellious stage, or has your IQ deteriorated, causing you to not even understand what people say now?"

Gin questioned Vodka with disdain on his face.

"Ah, no, it's like this, according to the information sent by Cohen who was monitoring the underground exit."

"Something seems to be happening in that department store."

Vodka explained haltingly while covering his earphone, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his rough palms.

"Hey, Cohen, do you know any more detailed information?"

"At the moment, I don't know, but I saw it."

"There is a mobile team and an explosive materials disposal team."

"A large man just walked in."

Cohen was carrying his bag in the building and reporting in a dull voice.

"It's so hard to talk to you. Have you been slow in speaking since you were a child?" Vodka complained.

"What's wrong, Vodka, is there something going on?" Gin asked.

"Inside... there are people from the mobile team and the explosive disposal team."

On the other side, Vermouth and his companion were speeding on the street.

"Baijiu, help me answer the phone. It should be the "informant" calling."

Baijiu took the cell phone out of Belmode's arms, turned on the power, and found that the screen saver was a photo of the two of them kissing on the plane.

Baijiu was secretly delighted and sighed that they had the same idea.

But he quickly put away his smile, after all, the mission took priority.

"Ding."

"okay, I get it."

"What do you mean?" asked Vermouth.

"Something seems to have happened over there. The mobile team and the explosive disposal team have entered the building."

"Okay, I hope that buys us some time."

Inside the Porsche 356A.

"The entire floor was occupied using bombs." Gin exclaimed.

"Yeah, I don't know which idiot did such a stupid thing. It seems like he is trying to find someone." Vodka smiled in a mean way.

"The man who looks like Akai has not come out of the department store either."

"It seems that the man is also on that floor."

Detective Vodka analyzed and reasoned while looking at the building nearby.

Gin kept playing with the trigger with his fingers, killing time during the long and boring wait. After all, he made the rules himself and had to implement them even if he cried.

"It's really a headache. Whether the bomber is caught or the bomb is detonated, the commotion caused will cause chaos at the exit."

Vodka became more excited and continued his analysis.

"This is simply a godsend. The sniper's murderous intent can be drowned out in the crowd." Gin smiled faintly.

"Indeed, for Chianti who was aiming from above, or Cohen who was monitoring the underground exit, it was an easy target."

"But that man didn't come for this operation, which made me feel a little insecure." Gin said in a low voice.

"I'm coming!"

"The undead has been found! It's on the left side of the front entrance, next to your car. If you want to confirm it, hurry up! Gin!"

Chianti couldn't contain his excitement. His finger was pressing on the trigger and was beating anxiously.

Gin turned his head and looked towards the gate, his eyes exuding cruelty and ruthlessness.

Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked Gin's sight.

Vermouth took off her helmet and looked down at Gin with a stern look.

The car window slowly lowered, and Gin spoke in a low, dead voice.

"Vermouth, Baijiu, long time no see."

"Gin, Scar Akai is dressed as Bourbon. He mainly wants to test the FBI's reaction to determine whether Akai is really dead. Don't make any more useless guesses." Baijiu explained silently.

"What are you doing! Kill! Or not kill! What's the matter?!" Chianti's angry voice could be clearly heard through Gin's headset. Her sight was always aimed at Scar Akai.

Suddenly, Scar Akai raised his eyes, looked at Chianti with a mysterious smile.

"He looked at me! That guy! He actually looked at me!"

"He even smiled when he saw me! Do you want to kill me or not? What do you think?"

Chianti screamed, hissing as his defense broke.

"Brother, this is a bit strange."

Vodka looked ahead and saw the crowd in the department store suddenly running back into the building in panic.

"You're really noisy, Chianti, don't make a fuss."

"Prepare to retreat, and notify Cohen by the way."

"Hey, hey! Hey! What's going on? Qin!——"

Gin threw the headset aside with a look of disgust, his eyes full of annoyance, and massaged his ears with his hands.

"What a dictatorial and annoying guy." Gin put out his half-smoked cigarette and threw it out of the window, venting his dissatisfaction.

Gin looked at Baijiu and Vermouth with a subtle expression. He saw through everything but didn't say anything. He snorted coldly and spoke slowly.

“Don’t let it affect your work.”

"of course."

Vermouth took off the goggles on her helmet, stepped on the gas and sped away, disappearing in front of Gin.

"Ding."

Baijiu received a text message on his mobile phone.

[The "Ray Kroc Museum" will open the day after tomorrow. My "Seventh Samurai", please help me guard it - Suzuki Jirokichi]

[Don't worry, I will give you a handsome reward - Suzuki Jirokichi. ]

When Baijiu saw the key words, he instantly smiled, his eyes filled with desire for money, and began to imagine in his mind the scene of Jiroji waving his hands generously.

He plays the good cop and the bad cop at the same time, helping both sides without offending either side, and getting rewards for both. He can wake up smiling in his dreams.

"Who are you messaging? You look so happy." Vermouth stared at the liquor.

"Sunflower Exhibition, are you going?"

"This mission that Jiroji entrusted me with is a good opportunity for me to earn some extra money and improve my living standards."

Vermouth was thoughtful, paused for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"I have nothing to do these days, so let's go."