Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"How about it? Cooperate to kill Rum."

"I choose to wait and see. I can't cooperate with a stranger for no reason."

"Really? That's a pity."

Asaka shook her head helplessly.

"The fire is getting bigger now. Let's talk about it in detail when we have a chance."

"Don't worry, we will definitely meet again."

"I will appear before you under the name Wakasa Rumi."

"I hope you can give me a clear answer next time we meet."

"Really?" Baijiu showed a faint smile.

"Wait." Baijiu called out to Qianxiang who was about to get up and leave.

"Promise me to hand over the reagent and confidential information, and I will agree to your request."

"Finally figured it out?"

She covered her mouth with her hands and smiled meaningfully.

"Having said that."

"But I killed so many of your people, but not only did you not hate me, you cooperated with me instead. You are really a strange woman."

Baijiu helped Chianti up and said something with hidden meaning.

"Because I am a person who only cares about my own interests."

Care about your own interests...?

"I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goal."

"Pay more attention to the news. I will temporarily accept your cooperation with me."

"If you regret it, be careful that your undercover identity will be exposed in the organization!"

Before Baijiu had time to think, Qianxiang pressed the button in her hand and there was a loud "bang".

Bricks and dust flew into the sky, blasting out a big hole, and with vigorous steps, it shuttled through the cracks of the collapsed ruins.

It quickly disappeared in the sight of the liquor.

"Cough! Cough!"

That strong feeling of nausea once again surged into Baijiu's heart. He put the Chianti aside and supported his legs on his knees.

Along with thick smoke, Baijiu once again spat out a large amount of black blood from his mouth.

Unlike before, this time his heart ached particularly badly.

"Ah!!!" His head was covered with cold sweat the size of beans. He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his heart, feeling excruciating pain.

"Damn it...it must be this woman...the gas they sprayed had a bad reaction on my body."

He simply wiped the corners of his mouth.

Baijiu gritted his teeth and hit the broken glass with his elbow. "Bang!" The glass fragments fell down like raindrops.

Baijiu stuck his head out, took a deep breath of fresh air, and his eyes quickly noticed Vermouth who had been waiting silently downstairs.

"Vermouth, move the car over here!" He politely held Chianti's waist with one hand.

Standing carefully on the air conditioner outside the window, he took small steps and moved towards the slightly tilted water pipe.

He held Chianti tightly, but he did his best to hold her with his body, and deliberately turned his head to the side to reduce excessive physical contact with her.

On the one hand, you already have someone in your heart, and on the other hand, your partner is watching you eagerly from below.

But Vermouth shouldn't be such a woman.

"Yi Yu! Catch it!" Vermouth threw a long rope upwards, and Baijiu opened his palms and held it tightly.

"Thank you!" Baijiu tied the rope to a relatively sturdy part of the air conditioner outside and tied them around their waists together.

Baijiu moved slowly downwards, touching the ground with his toes, and looked at Vermouth with some trepidation.

"Eh? What are you doing with a knife?"

"Hiss!" She swung the blade, cutting the rope cleanly and neatly, and supported Chianti as he walked towards the car.

"Why? Am I so scary in your heart?"

Vermouth played with the blade with her slender fingers and looked at Baijiu seductively.

She took out the car keys from her pocket and threw them into Baijiu's hands: "Drive, my personal driver."

Vermouth carried Chianti into the car, sat in the back seat, and took out the medical box hidden under the seat.

Baijiu sat in the driver's seat, started the car, listened to the sirens that were getting louder and louder, and raised the glass.

He adjusted the rearview mirror and his eyes were drawn to the rear.

Vermouth tore off the bandage, drew two horizontal lines on Chianti's thigh with her nails, and then tore open two gaps.

The legs are very graceful in outline, very smooth and white.

Chianti’s skin color...is no less white than Vermouth’s, so white?

She carefully smeared alcohol and iodine on Chianti's wound, tore off the bandage with her teeth, raised her eyes and looked into Baijiu's eyes.

Baijiu's eyes quickly dodged, he swallowed, pulled the handbrake, and started the car.

"Haven't you seen enough of my legs?" Vermouth sat up, put her hand on Baijiu's shoulder, and joked.

Baijiu touched his head, smiled innocently, and said embarrassedly: "I just want to see if you are angry."

"Angry?" Vermouth blinked her watery eyes.

The manicure poked his dusty face: "I'm not that kind of person."

"How's Chianti's injury? She was the one who saved me from falling."

"The wounds were mainly concentrated on the arms. Excessive bleeding caused the fainting, but it's not a serious problem now."

"Let's put her and Cohen in the same ward when the time comes."

Vermouth said thoughtfully, putting the medical kit back where it was, taking off her coat and covering her body with it.

"Cough cough!"

Baijiu covered his mouth and coughed violently, wrapping himself very tightly, and gestured to Vermouth.

"You must be choked by the thick smoke. I'll get you some medicine to take care of your health when we get back."

Vermouth handed him a roll of paper and said, "I'm not laughing at you. Don't be so polite."

He took it hurriedly, wiped his lips and palms with the corner of his eye, and looked down with trepidation.

As expected, it was black blood again.

"The light is green, what good things are you thinking about?"

Vermouth leaned her head forward and wiped her gray face with a wet towel.

The liquor was hidden in his pocket: "You saw that too?"

"What do you see?"

“Cohen and Chianti.”

Baijiu deliberately lowered his voice and raised his eyebrows.

"nonsense."

"Except for vodka, I think everyone can tell that these two people are interested in each other."

Several police cars passed by them.

"I think the snake they took so much effort to lure out will soon come out of the hole." Vermouth sighed as he looked at his phone.

"How to say?"

"The murder of Hiroshi Haneda seventeen years ago was once again widely reported by the media, both locally and around the world."

Baijiu wiped the tip of his nose: "It's time for Rum to show up."

I really want to see the second-in-command’s face with my own eyes.

Inside the hospital, Asaka used her petite body and sharp skills to nimbly navigate through the sea of ​​fire.

Asaka touched the shogi in her arms with a gloomy expression.

Haneda, I will definitely avenge you.

I will bring Rum's ashes to worship you.

Ok? !

Suddenly, she felt a gust of air coming from the right.

Before she could turn her head, she was hit hard on the head and she quickly dodged to the side.

But what greeted her was not safety, but a rock-hard fist hammering into Asaka's stomach.

Asaka covered her abdomen in pain, the scene before her shocked her.

It was Gin. She really didn't expect it.

Gin actually appears in this position.

He threw the baseball bat aside, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, took out a pistol and aimed at Asaka.

"Bye now!"

"Asaka!"