Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Baijiu looked at the thick smoke, flames and chaos on the bridge, where all the vehicles were crashing into each other out of control.

"Well done, Baijiu. You have great adaptability." Gin praised in a calm tone.

"I was just worried that no one would take over this mess for you, and then the FBI's group of guys who "didn't have an investigation warrant" came to my door automatically."

Gin sneered.

"You guys should evacuate the scene quickly. We are going to hunt down the next target."

"Hunting the next target? And?!" Chianti complained

"Yes, I have just received permission from "that adult", and we are going to hunt down the next target."

"Hunting the next one? Where?"

Vermouth asked questioningly while riding a motorcycle, with several FBI vehicles following closely behind her.

"Mori Detective Agency at 5-chome, Beika-cho." Gin's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Mouri Detective Agency?!" Baijiu was shocked.

"Before you go, can you guys help me deal with these bugs behind me? It's too annoying to follow them."

Vermouth said calmly, turning the body of the car and shuttling past the vehicles.

"Chianti, you go to Vermouth for support, we will be there soon." Gin said in a low voice.

"Why do we have to pick up this woman again? She's so shameless!" Chianti complained.

"Who told her that she is so loved by 'that gentleman'?" Cohen sat in the back seat consciously.

Chianti driving a Viper and Gin driving a Porsche 356A.

Speeding along the road, he soon arrived above where Vermouth was.

Vermouth lifted the front of the car up, jumped directly onto the roof, and threw two flash grenades from her chest to the side, and the flash grenades fell from the air to the ground.

Vermouth took the opportunity to dive into the bushes nearby, and with her eyes closed, she ran all the way to the Porsche 356A where Gin was.

The vehicles behind collided with each other, one after another, in chaos. Several vehicles even broke through the fence and fell straight down from a great height.

Vermouth brushed the dust off her leather jacket, lit a cigarette and asked Gin:

"But is it true? You said that it was that Maori Kogoro who installed a "transmitter" and a "bug" on the sole of Kiel's shoes?"

Vermouth showed off her superb acting skills.

"Yes, according to the report, the only person who had contact with Kiel today was this "famous detective." Gin said calmly.

"But isn't it too hasty to just suspect him like this? After all, it could be a trap set by the FBI?" Vermouth took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"I don't know why he did this, but my intuition tells me it must be him. He must have a deep cooperation with the FBI." Gin said confidently.

"If someone had put it in a few days ago, there's no way Keel wouldn't have noticed it. Besides, he's a famous detective."

"Then...Kil's sudden disappearance was also the work of that stinky detective?" Vodka said a little anxiously.

"Oh, I really don't believe that that confused detective can think so much." Baijiu listened to the conversation between Gin and the others through the headset.

"But since it's related to Maori, then Conan must be here too. No wonder, no wonder, it turns out that the code was cracked because of Conan, the "military advisor".

The corners of Baijiu's mouth curled up slightly.

"What should we do? Brother! Will Gil be okay?" Vodka was anxious.

"Shh! Don't be so loud."

"The bug is still intact." Gin smiled evilly.

"Didn't you break the transmitter as well?" Vodka said with cold sweat on his face.

"I wrapped it in several layers of cloth so he wouldn't hear anything and put it inside my coat, which should confuse him a little bit."

"While that detective is still alive, I want to ask him some advice." Gin let out a creepy laugh.

30 minutes later, they arrived at the rooftop opposite the detective agency.

Baijiu, Cohen, and Chianti each aimed their snipers at Kogoro Mori.

"That guy seems to have something stuck in his ears." Cohen aimed at Kogoro Mouri's head.

"You probably don't believe it. Listen to the eavesdropping device you installed to see if there is any sound!" Vodka supported his sunglasses.

"I think he was probably listening to the radio. It looked like he was listening to the horse racing broadcast."

"You guys overestimate him, but it's just a coincidence that Mao Li happened to be listening to the radio at this time."

"Kogoro Mouri, you've really been badly hurt by Conan." Baijiu complained silently in his heart.

"Then I'll do as he wishes and let him hear our voices." Gin took out the bug from his arms.

"Did you hear me? Maori Kogoro, don't move. I've already aimed at you from behind before a hole is made in your suit."

"I have something to ask you about, which is your relationship with Shirley and the bugs and transmitters you installed."

"It's very similar to what the woman wore last time. Don't tell me it's a coincidence."

"Last time?! Do you mean the time at Beihu Restaurant?! The night Pisco died." Baijiu recalled.

"I'll give you 10 seconds. If you plan to answer, take your left hand away from the headphones and raise it up." Gin said in a low voice.

"10."

"9."

"........"

"3."

Just as they were about to pull the trigger, a football flew through the air at high speed, with a hint of sparks, and hit the window behind Maori heavily.

"Football...football?" Chianti looked confused.

"Conan?!" Baijiu took a deep breath

"Hey! Who is doing this?" Kogoro Mouri opened the window and looked down.

"I'm sorry, I think I kicked too hard." Conan said in a cute and coquettish voice.

"Oh, right! How's the horse racing going? Aren't you listening to the game with headphones?" Conan asked cutely.

"Horse racing?" said Vodka.

"Ah! It's all your fault that I took it down!" Maori yelled.

"Hahaha, it seems like it has nothing to do with him." Vermouth chuckled.

"Let's get started. Let's take care of all those little brats together." Gin's words were as sharp as a knife.

"Got it! Leave it to us this time! Give me the kid and I'll give you Cohen." Chianti said excitedly.

"Finally, I can kill someone." Cohen smiled like a girl.

Baijiu looked at Vermouth, who had a serious expression on her face.

"Suspicious people must be dealt with, isn't that right, brother?" Vodka looked at Gin with a crooked smile.

"Wait a minute, there is no evidence. If we rashly kill him who has a good relationship with the police."

"Hmph." Gin loaded his pistol and aimed at Vermouth.

"You're annoying, Vermouth."

"We have "cooperation" with the "top police officers". It's just a matter of two sentences. They could suppress Matsumoto's death. Wouldn't this be even easier?" Gin sneered.

"Is there anything going on between you and that detective?" Gin stared at Vermouth.

"So what if it is?" Vermouth looked at Gin with a mysterious smile and put her forehead against the muzzle of Gin's gun.

"Forget it, the guy who installed this thing may have accidentally left fingerprints. After I kill these two guys." Gin put away the gun.

"If we check the people around him, we should be able to find out who did it." Gin held the bug in his hand.

"Shoot, you guys."

"Yes!"

Baijiu secretly observed Vermouth beside her, but there was no worry on her face. Instead, she looked relieved and comfortable.

Conan is not her "own son"? Now he is about to be killed, isn't she anxious? Or does she still believe in Conan's ability, or does she have other purposes?

"Peng!!"

The bug in Gin's hand was destroyed.

"Huh?! This sound!" Baijiu showed an uneasy expression.

"Behind! At eight o'clock!" Baijiu quickly lay down and turned to the back.

Everyone turned around and looked at the building behind them.

"1000 yards, I can do this."

"It should be just you."

"Akai Shuichi!!"