Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Elsewhere, Vermouth's eyelids kept twitching. She lowered her head and covered her eyes: "It's really worrying..."

“Just wait and see how I’m going to deal with you after this!” As she spoke, Vermouth couldn’t help but clench her fists.

"Now! Take control of those who don't have red armbands on their arms!"

"Put them all in the detention room!"

"Hey! Why are you taking us to the detention room? Are you going to starve us to death?"

“Hahahahaha!” The soldier laughed loudly towards the sky. “No, no, no, letting you die like that would be too easy for you.”

"I will make you feel a life worse than death. You will have to work in the confinement room with those Japanese people, producing drugs for us day and night!"

"Now! We can finally produce openly and trade openly!"

The soldier looked down at the time and said, "Those people who were loyal to the organization have either turned to ashes or died under the guns of my men."

The soldier pointed his gun at Baijiu and said, "Although I don't know your name, I have to thank you for giving me the technology and allowing me to gain control of Hachijo Island."

"My future will soon be filled with gold, silver and wealth!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Suddenly, Baijiu jumped up, snatched the pistol from his hand, and fired at his chest.

"Please." Baijiu sneered: "Do you think I haven't considered this? I just know there is a traitor in the organization."

"Many of those who died just now were members of our organization." Baijiu pressed the miniature camera on his chest, paused the recording, and immediately transmitted it to Rum.

"The boss is dead! Fire!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Dense bullets were attacking Baijiu like a flood. He used the box as a cover and moved around freely.

While shuttling back and forth, he constantly took advantage of the time when the enemy was changing bullets, picking up scattered steel plates from the ground to block the bullets, and setting up obstacles while running towards higher places.

"Damn! How can you jump so well!"

"Use the bazooka to shoot him!!!"

"Hey...can you let me finish what I'm saying..." Baijiu shook his head helplessly.

He pressed the button hidden inside his cuffs, and instantly a double-spiral iron rope shot out from his cuffs, opening into a triangular shape at the tip, and was instantly fixed on the corner of the wall above.

Baijiu pressed the button again, and his body moved suddenly upwards under the influence of the iron rope.

The people standing by were stunned.

"What kind of high-tech is this..."

"How can it still fly?"

"Just like Spider-Man..."

The equipment is a spiral flying device, developed by Dr. Martini (Martini appeared in more than 100 chapters and was called the black version of Dr. Agasa.)

The white wine continued to rise upwards, and then he snapped his fingers, and suddenly, bursts of loud noises were heard.

While the American soldiers were still confused, suddenly, smoke bombs appeared from nowhere, one after another, rolling to their feet.

"What's this...?"

While they were thinking, a large number of flash bombs fell from the sky like hail.

"my eyes!"

"I can't see anything!"

"Now! Bourbon!"

In an instant, the companions hiding in the warship crawled up from the ground, wearing masks and simple goggles, roaring in the smoke.

“Eliminate them!!!”

"What? This is impossible..." When the smoke gradually dissipated, they were shocked to find themselves surrounded by members of the organization who came to support them.

Going back to three hours ago, the three were discussing this operation.

"Sure enough." Bourbon showed the contents of the phone to Baijiu: "Rum responded, saying that there might be a traitor among the members of the organization, and he wants to become a separate faction."

"They are also very interested in the software inside Pacific Relief and have been trying to get their hands on it."

"Is that so?" Baijiu thought for a moment and said, "Why not just use a trick within a trick and wipe out the enemy and the traitor at once?"

"Before that, I have one thing I want to ask."

Baijiu patted Bourbon on the shoulder and said, "As Rum's personal subordinate, you should know some of Rum's personality traits."

Bourbon immediately understood what Baijiu meant: "You mean, how Rum dealt with traitors, right?"

Baijiu nodded silently and held out his hand to signal him to continue.

"His methods are extremely cruel. He will kill the entire clan of the leader of the rebellion, and will also kill three generations of the accomplices who participated in the rebellion."

"Murder and cruelty are another synonym for Rum. Even though the child was only a few days old, he still ordered people to go and kill him."

"In that case." Baijiu put his fist to his lips: "When the time comes, we will say that the person with the red armband on his right arm is one of us, and then deliberately reveal the materials we have."

"Then we deliberately provoke a war between the Self-Defense Forces and the U.S. military, which will help us screen a group of ordinary people."

"Secondly, Bourbon, you and I deliberately acted clumsy in front of their outdoor surveillance, revealing all the information to the mole, and pretending to be completely unaware."

"When the time comes, Vermouth, you will sneak into the entrance at the top of the mountain."

Bourbon added: "According to the investigation, that is also the entrance to the second dormitory of the US military stationed in Japan on Hachijo Island. These people were Rum's men during his time in San Francisco, and they are very loyal."

"When the rebels arrived, we deliberately lured them into their hole and used this." Baijiu patted the recorder beside him, "to create the illusion that everyone is asleep."

"Finally." Baijiu swallowed, hugged the bag to his chest, and took out the blood bag: "I will join the game and find out the traitor."

"I'll wear three pieces of body armor and fake my own death."

"Although I have never used this machine, I heard that it can float freely in the air like Spider-Man—"

During the conversation, Vermouth held Baijiu's warm palm, interlocking their fingers tightly: "Is there any other way? Don't you think this is too risky?"

"What if he hits you on the head?" Vermouth said calmly, but her heart was actually surging with worry.

"That's just my bad luck." Baijiu blew his bangs upwards.

"You!" Vermouth was about to retort, but Baijiu gently covered her watery lips with his palm, and whispered in her ear: "It's just a joke."

"Would I just stand there stupidly?" Baijiu smiled gently and stroked her hair with his palm: "Your angry expression is so cute."

“Don’t give me that.” Vermouth rolled his eyes at him and said expressionlessly, “Do whatever you want.”