Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Black...black blood?

What’s going on…Baijiu’s heart couldn’t help but pound.

"Ugh." A feeling of nausea surged into his heart.

Some more black blood came out of his mouth, and he looked at the ground in fear.

His calves trembled twice: "Hey...what on earth is going on?"

I had a physical examination a few days ago and there was nothing wrong with it...

Is it the smoke just now that made me uncomfortable?

"Yiyu, are you okay?"

Vermouth's voice interrupted his thoughts.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs became louder and louder. Baijiu rolled his eyes left and right, and in panic he smeared the black blood on his palm onto the fence.

"I'm fine." Baijiu hurried down the stairs, holding Vermouth's wrist.

"You look so bad, are you really okay?"

"Vermouth, has anyone in the organization ever had their wrist broken?"

"Wrist? There are very few people in the organization with broken arms and legs..."

Vermouth bit her fingers lightly, recalling the past.

“Organizations generally don’t accept disabled people.”

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Baijiu picked up Vermouth on the spot, lifted her to the front seat of the motorcycle, and gently put the helmet on her head.

He placed his hands on her narrow waist, framing the ends of her hair, and leaned in to whisper in her ear: "Go to Budweiser's garage immediately."

"Where are you going and what are you doing? Where's the sniper?"

Baijiu took out his phone and quickly dialed the number, "He used his prosthetic limbs to escape. He told me before he left."

"Another of his accomplices has killed the people Gin captured today."

"It will only take five minutes at most. I'll rush to the repair shop right away." Vermouth gripped the accelerator, and her silver hair whipped Baijiu's face.

"Hello, the number you dialed is not connected."

Baijiu made a "tsk" sound and looked uneasy: "Maybe something has happened to Budweiser now."

He put the phone to his ear: "Gin, it's me. There's no one from our group in the repair shop, right?"

"What's wrong?" Gin sat in the passenger seat, taking a deep puff of the cigarette in his mouth and blowing towards Vodka's face.

"Hmm!! Big brother's secondhand smoke smells so good!"

Gin didn't take it seriously. He slowly rolled down the car window, took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, rubbed it with two fingers, and threw it into the green belt.

"Cohen might still be there."

"Budweiser has lost contact now... He is very likely to have been killed." Baijiu swallowed, "And... a mysterious man killed Jingchuan."

"Jingchuan is dead?"

"squeak!"

Vermouth tilted the car body and parked it in front of the Budweiser repair shop.

It was a bit messy outside, with some bullet holes on the wall and a few drops of blood on the ground, as if a fierce battle had just taken place not long ago.

When I pushed open the door, a pungent smell of blood and gasoline hit me in the face. The place was in chaos and full of wounds.

Ok? !

"Don't come close yet." Baijiu stretched out his arm to stop her and pinched Vermouth's shoulder.

"Gin, wait a moment."

"Hey...don't treat me like vodka." Vermouth rolled his eyes and rested his chin on Baijiu's left shoulder.

They both half-knelt at the same time, poked the ground with their fingers, put them in front of their noses, and their nostrils moved slightly.

Baijiu stroked the ends of Belmode's hair: "This is gasoline, you stay outside and check the situation. If there is anything abnormal, notify me immediately!"

"Yes, conductor." Belmode said helplessly, stretching out his hand to hold the wall on one side.

Baijiu rolled up his trouser legs, handed his shoes to Vermouth, and walked barefoot into the darkness.

During the process, Baijiu clearly felt several furry things passing quickly across his feet.

The gasoline inside was above his ankles. Baijiu turned on the flashlight: "Gin, if you were closer."

"Come over, too."

He pushed open a dim little door, which made a creaking sound.

"I have something to ask you, too."

"Do you know a man wearing a mask--"

"What about the mask?" Gin asked in a low voice, "Vodka, turn around and head to the Budweiser Auto Repair Shop."

"The masked...man."

The scene before him left Baijiu dumbfounded.

Budweiser was naked, with his mouth wide open, as if he was tied to a cross.

Four long knives pierced his head from four different directions: east, west, south, and north.

There were four spears inserted in his abdomen, and four broken blades were inserted in each of his left and right arms to stabilize his body.

Both legs were filled with rusty steel bars, six in total.

I roughly counted the liquor and it was exactly eighteen.

The man who was being interrogated at the side was even more miserable, his body was cut in half.

"Budweiser...is dead."

"What, dead?!" Gin widened his eyes when he heard this, and believed it without a doubt.

"Cohen, how is Cohen?"

Gin's tone was obviously a little anxious, after all, he was a member of his own team.

Baijiu waved his arms and walked inside, only to see Cohen lying on the seat beside him, with a knife mark of neither deep nor shallow on his chest.

Baijiu rushed over and put his finger on his nostrils: "Luckily, he's still breathing. He can even fall asleep..."

He lowered his head and observed the wound, perfectly avoiding all bleeding and fatal areas, if it was only 1-2cm deeper.

Cohen is now a corpse.

"Gin, Cohen is still alive."

"That's fine, we'll be there soon."

"But...the man who knew the information..."

"That's harmless. This matter is not part of our mission. Don't take it too seriously."

"Let's talk about it when we meet."

"beep."

Baijiu carried Cohen on his back and staggered towards the exit: "Damn... Cohen doesn't take a shower... Why does he smell so bad?"

"Is there anything unusual? Vermouth." Baijiu put Cohen at the door, put his hands on his hips and panted.

"No one is inside at the moment. What's going on inside?"

"Cohen was slightly injured, Budweiser..."

"Budweiser was executed directly."

"Execution?" Vermouth took a breath of cold air: "Although Budweiser is drunk and has an unrestrained life, he will never cause trouble."

"I really can't imagine what kind of deep hatred would cause Budweiser to die in this way."

"Was it done by the accomplice of the masked man you mentioned?"

"From the current perspective, it should be."

"Judging from the wounds on Cohen's body, the attacker is at least very proficient in swordsmanship. We can only ask Cohen after he wakes up."

"The Mask Organization... This is the first time I've heard of this."

Two beams of headlights shone towards them, and a Porsche 356A stopped in front of them.

"Just stay here and be quiet!" After Gin gave Vodka his instructions, he got out of the car and came to Baijiu.

"The injury isn't serious. Is Budweiser dead? Where is he?"

Gin stared at the dim environment ahead with eyes as deep as a quagmire.

"It's miserable anyway."

"This guy must have died at the hands of a woman."

"Given the way he cherishes his life, I don't think he is the kind of person who can stand up to toughness."

Gin rolled up his trouser legs and was about to walk inside.

Suddenly, Vermouth stopped them and said, "Don't go in! I heard some movement inside."

Suddenly, a faint fire flickered inside.

Gin's eyes suddenly widened, and he dragged Cohen from the ground: "Back off! Vodka!"

Baijiu carried Vermouth on his shoulder, not caring about anything else. He simply covered the bottom of her skirt with his palm and ran forward.

"Peng!!"

The entire auto repair shop turned into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

Billowing black smoke was burning above.