Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Just as Baijiu was about to turn around and turned the steering wheel, two cars suddenly rushed over from behind and on the right.

Baijiu and his friends were surrounded by unidentified vehicles from the front, back, left and right. Parallel to Baijiu, they were completely trapped in the trap set by the FBI.

"Chianti, do you have a pistol on you?" Baijiu analyzed the situation calmly.

"Of course, it's a killer's habit to carry a gun."

"These are all stinking maggots from the FBI, right? Where should I start? I haven't achieved any results tonight."

Chianti twirled the handle with his fingers and showed an excited expression.

"Don't be anxious, wait for them to stop." Baijiu showed an intriguing smile.

Baijiu rehearsed the following scene over and over in his mind, placing his foot on the brake and his hands in the optimal position on the steering wheel.

"Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing." Baijiu said confidently.

"What are you talking about?" Chianti looked at Baijiu in confusion.

"Hold on to the handrail, Chianti!"

Suddenly, the surrounding vehicles braked suddenly at the same time and turned their heads, trying to form a circle to surround them.

"Very clever tactics, but it's a pity you met me."

Baijiu turned the steering wheel quickly, stepped on the brakes, and drove along the route he had planned in his mind.

The car body scraped against the vehicle on the right, leaving a long scratch on the body of the car. They felt like they were sitting in a bumper car, with the car spinning violently.

The liquor disrupted their plans, and the vehicles became chaotic and collided with each other.

Baijiu's vehicle slid all the way and stopped in the middle of the road. Baijiu kicked open the door and Chianti hid behind the car as a cover.

Damn it, how did they know I was here? It shouldn't be possible for me to be exposed. Baijiu recalled the recent situation on the road.

Could it be that the time when Vermouth repaired Baijiu’s car was exposed?

I have to find a way to get rid of them, otherwise the trust I have built with Judy will evaporate overnight, and I will lose an "eye" in the FBI.

I can only bet they didn’t see my face clearly!!

“Bang!”

A bullet hit the hard car door. Baijiu used his elbow to knock down the rearview mirror, lifted it up and checked the situation at the rear.

They also used the car door to block the car, and bullets rained down on the fuel tank.

If this continued, they would have to leave from behind the car and stand on the road, becoming sitting ducks.

At this point, this is all we can do.

"Chianti, hold the gun here and clear the way for me. I will use the car door as a cover for you."

"Just look at my performance, white wine."

Baijiu hid under the front window and stepped on the accelerator. Thick black smoke gradually came out of the hood of the car, and a little flame was burning.

"Six more shots left." Baijiu counted silently in his mind.

"Bang, bang!" They stopped firing and moved to the side.

This moving "bomb" was speeding towards the FBI.

"Right now! Go to hell!"

Baijiu jumped out of the moving "bomb", put the "thing" in his arms, and dodged their bullets in the air.

Baijiu threw himself at an agent, pulled out a dagger with his left hand and stabbed him in the brain stem, then turned his back and drove towards the vehicle.

"Peng!"

The dazzling flames burned, and the impact of the huge explosion knocked the FBI agents aside.

Baijiu shuttled through the firelight. He was agile and in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of the two confused agents.

Baijiu poked an agent's eye with the butt of his gun, rammed his knee into his stomach, and pulled out a sharp dagger dripping with blood.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of blood vessels tearing, the two agents fell in a pool of blood. Baijiu watched out of the corner of his eye as a man pointed a gun at him.

"Peng!"

Baijiu smiled slightly and twisted his neck, and the man fell to the ground with dilated pupils.

"Well done, Chianti." Baijiu looked back.

Baijiu squatted down, picked up two pistols from their bodies, loaded them with bullets, and used the corpses lying on the ground to wave their arms to send false signals.

He suddenly stood up from the other side, without any aiming, and killed one agent per second, just like playing whack-a-mole, as soon as one of their heads showed up, he would kill them instantly.

Chianti in the distance is not outdone, protecting the blind spots that the white wine cannot see.

A mixture of liquor, gun and knife, he stabbed their throats with the knife while running and put the cold muzzle of the gun into their mouths.

With a gentle pull of the trigger, one crisp explosion after another echoed in the quiet suburbs.

After a while, the road became extremely quiet, with only the sound of Baijiu's footsteps and the sound of fire burning.

Baijiu cleaned up the battlefield, pointing his gun at the brain stem of each corpse lying on the ground and firing again, leaving no one alive.

Baijiu was breathing heavily, completing the final procedure like a robot. Suddenly, a man's prayer brought Baijiu back to his senses.

"Please, don't kill me, okay?" the blond man prayed in a crying voice.

"My daughter is waiting for me at home, okay? I can say anything! Can you please let me go?" The blond man knelt down and knocked his head on the ground.

"Tell me first, who sent you to investigate? How did you find me?"

Baijiu pointed the gun at the man's forehead, his tone cold and intimidating.

"Then can you not kill me?" The man looked at Baijiu with a twitching expression and blinked his eyes.

"5."

"4."

"3!!"

“I said…I said!!”

"Captain Jace sent us here. We just tracked you by the license plate number...because Vermouth had driven this vehicle before."

Sure enough, it was Vermouth. It seemed that they didn’t know Baijiu’s identity.

"You found out about it through the owner of the repair shop, right?" Baijiu narrowed his eyes and slowly pulled the trigger.

"Yes...yes, can you...let me go?" The man looked at Baijiu expectantly.

"Of course, bye."

"Peng!"

Baijiu pulled the trigger and the man fell in a pool of blood. Baijiu looked at his hands and body covered in blood and fell into deep thought.

Same scene, same dialogue, same choices.

But this time, Baijiu made a different choice.

Are they on the "righteous" side or the "evil" side?

Baijiu looked at him dully, then turned around.

[Just after a bloody battle, one of your "informants" seems to have betrayed you - Baijiu]

[I know that this car repair shop has turned into a sea of ​​fire now - Vermouth]

[I know what you are going to say. I will find a way to give you a car. - Vermouth]

[But you don't have to worry. The identity of your "organization" has not been exposed. This operation is a private one, and my "informant" will suppress it. - Vermouth]

[However, please do not tell others about the personnel of the FBI "organization" because I am afraid there may be "insiders" - Vermouth]

【Understand——White Wine】

"It's so cool at night, feeling the hail of bullets." Chianti walked to Baijiu with the sniper and put his arm on Baijiu.

"But it's a shame to buy so many things." Chianti said with a somewhat disappointed tone.

Baijiu was like a magician, taking out a bag from somewhere, which contained many snacks and chocolates bought by Chianti.

"I'll do the work, don't worry."

Baijiu looked at Chianti with a sunny smile.

Chianti looked deeply at the liquor, as if he was trapped in a maze, his heart pounding wildly.

"Well... you see there are no cars... why don't we find a place outside..."

Chianti said shyly, trying to hold Baijiu's arm in her arms.

But Baijiu was unmoved, he quickly pulled the phone away and focused on his phone.

[Hey, Gin, are you still around? Chianti and I ran into the FBI, but I cleared them all out, so they didn't see my true face - Baijiu]

[Well done, Baijiu. It seems that these FBI guys have been a little dishonest recently. We need to discipline them properly. - Gin]

[Vodka, now head to the liquor side - Gin]

"What's wrong Chianti? What did you just say?"

"Oh, no...it's okay."

Chianti turned his red face away and said nonchalantly.