Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Da-da-da-da-da!"

Thunderous gunfire broke out in the military base, and smoke and the smell of burning filled the air.

"Boom! Bang!" The U.S. military bombarded the Self-Defense Forces with rocket launchers.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Broken limbs were scattered everywhere, blood dancing in the air, and two or three heads that were blown to pieces rolled down at Baijiu's feet, although the facial features were blurred.

But one could still see the fear before death. Baijiu looked at him expressionlessly for two seconds, then took out the blade and inserted it into the middle of his forehead, making a "hiss" sound.

Wiping the blood stains on his forehead, tidying up his bangs, he looked up: "The firepower is strong enough."

He rolled up his sleeves and stretched his neck: "From the perspective of shooting Japanese people, we are partners, but from the perspective of the organization, we are enemies."

"Da da da da da da da da!" On the high platform, bullets from five machine guns poured down on the Self-Defense Force members below like buckets.

They were like ants, helplessly waiting for death, their bodies pierced by dense bullets fired from above, and the situation seemed to be about to be determined.

The muzzle of the machine gun was already red and transparent, and it was so hot that anything that touched it would melt within a second.

"Sir! The ammunition is running out, but the good news is that their weapons are inferior to ours. Fortunately, we usually have the right to use these heavy weapons."

"Everyone! Guard the heavy weapons entrance and the battleship control room! Don't let the despicable Japanese get even a step closer!"

"Don't worry, sir!" The American soldier on the side vowed: "We have deployed a large number of troops, and they can't even get one millimeter closer!"

"But..." The soldier bit his upper lip lightly: "The only thing that makes me uneasy now is that the ninth team that went outside to acquire the signal has not made any contact so far."

"Although the radar showed they were moving, there was no way to contact them."

"Don't worry." The commander put his hands on his waist and looked ahead calmly: "They are the elite of the elite, how could they be defeated by the Japanese."

"Don't worry. As your superior, I will definitely think of everything you can think of."

"Get ready to write a report and send it to the base in Shizuoka Prefecture. Say there was a fire here and the Japanese took advantage of the chaos to riot."

"By the way, let's take this opportunity to put the blame on the Japanese. They will definitely not choose to cause trouble. After all, Japan is our dog of the United States!"

At the top of Hachijo Island, the heads of the Ninth Team, which the commander was so proud of, were cut off by Vermouth, who picked up a few tree roots on the ground.

She inserted her head into the upper part of the tree roots. Under the illumination of the wildfire, her protruding eyeballs looked particularly terrifying. Vermouth leaned forward instantly and moved forward in an instant.

He clenched his hands around a soldier's chest, stamped his heels on his fingers, and stared at him with a serious expression: "If you dare to make a sound, you will end up like them."

Vermouth put the blade against his neck: "Tell me your phone password."

The soldier trembled, fear in his eyes, and hesitantly said: "You...what are you going to do——"

"Ah!!!" The dagger instantly cut a large gash on his chest: "What's the password!"

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" His chin trembled violently. "Please don't kill me! The password is!"

"My beautiful lady! I am in this state, can I——"

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Vermouth expressionlessly fired at his facial features, and his face instantly became bloody and bloody. She said with disdain: “You are such a grown man…”

"I'm really upset that you even peed your pants!"

Vermouth took out a screen from her arms, folded it flat and unfolded it to the same size as the computer screen. She inserted a small USB flash drive into the interface.

He took out his phone, checked the time, and said gently, "About what time will it be uploaded?"

Baijiu, who was in the hail of bullets, received the news with an expression of planning: "Now, Vermouth."

“Got it.” Vermouth clicked the confirmation button on the screen. She smiled appreciatively and put her thumb on her lips. “It seems that everything is in your plan.”

"It was exactly as planned, even to the last millisecond."

"This isn't the first time you've followed me." Baijiu said in a low voice, "Okay, you should take a break for a while. I'll be able to handle the tasks inside."

"Be careful, don't--"

There was a sizzling sound of electricity coming from the other end of the liquor. Vermouth sighed, "When will you let me be completely at ease with you?"

At the same time, on the other side, the officer in charge of commanding the battle and all the American troops present received the message.

They stared with their eyes wide open, feeling incredible, and even rubbed their eyes: "What... No way."

The photos sent to them by their mobile phones showed the heads of the members of the Ninth Team stuck on wooden sticks, forming a shape of a middle finger of contempt, with words made of blood and fingers underneath.

[Be prepared to be judged. Those who are not members of the faction will be buried on this Hachijo Island.]

The commander was stunned for two seconds before calming down: "Everyone! Don't be distracted! This is most likely a trick used by the Japanese! They should use this to ambush us."

"Focus! Pay attention! Pay attention to your surroundings. Be careful of the Japanese disguising themselves as us and sneaking in! Don't miss any blind spots! Keep firing!"

"Report to the commander! There is a Japanese here!! He is now moving from the southeast and will soon take the elevator up!"

“Shit!” The officer’s forehead was instantly bulging with veins. “Where’s the squad leader in charge of guarding that side? The enemy is about to shit on his face! Why is he still——”

"Peng!!"

The officer looked down in confusion, and saw that his abdomen was stained with blood. Blood kept coming out of his mouth, and gradually his legs went limp uncontrollably.

He stared forward with a dead look in his eyes: "You...you betrayed me."

"Sorry." The soldier wiped the still hot muzzle of his gun and said, "I am a snob. I met a powerful organization."

Then he pointed to his right arm and said, "Didn't you notice that we all have red armbands tied around our shoulders?"

"Hello." Baijiu wiped his gray face and held a card in front of his chest in his palm: "You should be————"

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

A large amount of blood came out of Baijiu's mouth, his pupils became dazed, and he fell vertically to the ground: "You...you are doing this."

"traitor."

"Sorry." The soldier snatched the card from Baijiu's hand: "I told you I'm a snob, and I didn't betray you."

“Who doesn’t like this core technology?”

"Okay, I won't waste my time talking to you. Get ready to be burned to ashes along with these corpses."