Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Baijiu pushed the work cart out of the room again and walked towards "423".

"I will detonate the bomb downstairs in about 3 minutes. Remember to capture a living FBI agent."

Gin's voice came through Baijiu's headset.

"Got it, big brother. Just wait and see my performance. I can't wait to see the painful expressions of the FBI as they burn in the sea of ​​fire."

Vodka smiled foolishly.

"Don't let the FBI arrest you, Vodka. I don't want our team to go from 5 to 4."

Chianti said sarcastically.

"There are still three minutes left...I have to hurry." Baijiu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just as Baijiu was about to knock on the door, the door next to it was pushed open, and two blond-haired and blue-eyed men walked out of the house, apparently preparing to go for dinner.

"Are you looking for him? He's not here today. Come and help us clean up."

"That's great. I'm worried that no one will come to cover for me."

Suddenly the two men noticed the blood on Baijiu's hands, and just as they were about to pull out their pistols.

Baijiu pounced on them like a cheetah, lightly bouncing off the ground on his toes and knocking out one of the foreign men with his palm.

He picked up the dagger in his right hand and cleanly left a long, deep mark on the other man's neck.

The man was unable to make any sound and just slowly waited for his death.

The blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking the blue coat of Baijiu.

"I'm sorry, it's something I had to do."

There was no noise, and the fight outside could hardly be heard through the door.

Baijiu gently kicked the body into the house, took out two long racks from the tool cart and manipulated the man.

Baijiu squatted in the blind spot under the door and knocked on the door with his hands as if he was controlling a shadow puppet.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Baijiu put his ear to the crack of the door and listened carefully, only to hear the sound of slippers sticking to the floor coming from inside the room.

Suddenly he stopped at the door, as if he was using the peephole to check what was happening outside.

"As expected of a superior, you are very cautious. But you are still a little short of the mark. You don't understand how powerful the organization is."

Baijiu stared at the door handle with bated breath, and heard a slight turning sound from the machinery inside.

The white wine was like a bow with an arrow on a string, shooting out in an instant.

He violently pushed the door open and threw a right hook towards Wiseman's head.

"Wiseman" seemed to have expected this and quickly leaned back to avoid the attack from Baijiu.

"Wiseman"'s fist suddenly gathered power from the left diagonal direction from bottom to top, and he stretched out a left hook and hit Baijiu's abdomen at the speed of a bullet.

But during the few seconds that Baijiu was waiting outside, he predicted Wiseman's prediction and leaned to the right in an instant.

He grabbed Wiseman's hair with both hands and pulled it downwards, then used his hard knee to drive into Wiseman's jaw.

The powerful impact and collision caused his mouth to be full of blood, and a few scattered teeth fell to the wooden floor.

Baijiu took advantage of the situation, knocked him to the ground, and hit him on the forehead with an ashtray beside him.

Wiseman's forehead was covered with blood, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he stared at Baijiu viciously.

"I didn't expect that I would be tricked again!"

Wiseman's flexible body rotated 360 degrees, pushing Baijiu away with his back and biting Baijiu's wrist with his hard teeth.

"Cao! Mad dog! Let go of my arms!"

Baijiu clenched his fists and kept hitting him in the lower body, but Wiseman remained unmoved and still held Baijiu's wrist tightly.

His right hand was doing something furtively in his pocket.

Baijiu immediately noticed something was wrong, picked up the dagger and pierced through Wiseman's palm, then threw the phone in his pocket aside.

He pried open Wiseman's mouth with both hands and then strangled his neck. Wiseman swung on the ground in pain and finally fainted.

Baijiu covered the deep mark on his left wrist and used some toilet paper to bandage it to stop the bleeding.

Put Wiseman and the unlucky guy into the work vehicle, breathing heavily.

Baijiu took off his clothes stained with blood.

"Damn it, if I hadn't wanted to catch you alive, I would have beaten you to death by now."

"Vermouth, you have to reimburse me for this work injury."

Baijiu said disdainfully.

Before he had time to rest for long, Gin heard another voice in the headset.

"Everyone, start taking action."

As soon as Gin's cold voice fell, deafening noises were heard outside.

Baijiu walked towards the shelf of the external safety passage.

Gin and vodka also come upstairs to the exterior escape exit shelf.

Chianti was downstairs whistling enthusiastically at the white wine.

"Be careful~"

The floor shook slightly and thick black smoke soon rose from below.

Baijiu looked inside and saw the agents in the room opening the door, sticking their heads out to check the situation, and slowly walking out of the house.

"It looks like there's a fire, let's go!"

"What bad luck! How come there is a fire in a restaurant like this?"

Baijiu couldn't help but smile as he listened to the flustered FBI agents speaking English.

"3."

"2."

"1."

"ignite."

"Ding." Baijiu pressed the button.

At Gin's command, bombs near the emergency exits on four floors exploded simultaneously.

The agent near the stairs was instantly burned into charcoal by the huge flames and impact force, and instantly evaporated and disappeared from this world.

The intense heat made the entire floor feel like it was in an oven.

The force of the bomb shook the entire building, sending parts and steel falling like snow on the panicked agents.

They were pinned down by boulders and steel plates, and the exit was surrounded by a sea of ​​intense fire, so the remaining agents had to head for the external emergency exit.

Baijiu took off his hat and threw it out, revealing a handsome smile. He took the pistol from his waist and aimed it at the FBI agents.

"Now it's 'target shooting time.'" Baijiu said into the headset.

"How about we compete to see who can kill the most people within three minutes using 38 bullets?" Chianti said excitedly.

"Then I might be the first. I'm the best at shooting." Vodka said naively.

"Shut up, Vodka, you better stay alive first." Chianti said impatiently.

"I already have 6." Cohen said mechanically.

"I say Cohen, don't play tricks!" Chianti said excitedly.

"Quiet! Don't act like a vegetable market. I've warned you multiple times." Gin scolded them.

There was silence for a moment.

"Don't forget the premise I mentioned. Those who are able should each bring an FBI hostage, just in case."

"Okay, don't overdo it, you guys."

"Yes! Gin!"

Baijiu held the pistol in his hand and squinted his eyes to aim at the agent, imagining it as target practice, and easily dealt with the enemy with one hand in his pocket.

“Boom, boom, boom.”

The agents' heads exploded one after another, spurting blood as they fell to the ground. Visibility inside was reduced due to the thick smoke and fire.

The FBI was not to be trifled with either. They also pulled out their pistols and fought back, with bullets raining down on them.

Baijiu used the door as a cover to block the bullets, stretched his hand out of the door, and used the sound and trajectory of the bullets to guess the location of the agents.

After a while, it became quiet inside.

"Gin, the cops and the fire truck are coming, you'd better hurry up," Cohen said through the headset.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished venting yet." Gin smiled sinisterly.

Baijiu walked down the stairs carrying the tool cart. When he reached the third floor, he saw Chianti fighting bloody battle.

"Why are you still towing a car? Have you finished cleaning it up?" Chianti asked while firing his gun.

"careful!"

Baijiu felt a bullet coming at him at high speed

Baijiu put her aside, took back Chianti's pistol, and faced the sea of ​​fire with both guns in hand.

"Push the work vehicle down. There is an FBI hostage inside. Wait for me from the dumpster below. I will be down right away."

"quick!"

“Okay…Okay.”

Chianti was still immersed in the feeling just now and didn't react.

Baijiu turned the two guns and held the trigger. Each shot hit the agent's head. Baijiu watched Chianti's whereabouts downstairs with his peripheral vision.

Almost reaching the trash can, Baijiu quickened his pace, then took out a dagger and walked into the "oven", piercing the sharp blade directly into his brain stem and neck, and he spun in the air.

He took out his gun to deal with the agent in the distance, and used the blood-stained dagger to deal with the agent nearby.

At the same time, he twisted his narrow waist and shoulders to dodge the bullets.

In less than 7 seconds, the agents on the third floor were also dealt with, and the liquor came out from the steaming floor.

Jump to the handrail, then swing all the way from the outside to the first shelf.

Baijiu leaped in front of Chianti and rolled on the ground to reduce inertia.

Then he took the unlucky guy out of the car and said to Chianti

"You go drive the car first, and I'll put him in later. After all, he's a hostage."

"Okay...ok." Chianti obediently went to drive.

"good chance."

Baijiu took out his cell phone and quickly sent text messages, while looking up from time to time. Gin and Vodka were still fighting fiercely at the stairs.

Baijiu pushed the cart and took Wiseman to a safe place.

[Wiseman has secured ——White Wine]

「Very good, then I can finally start the action - Vermouth」

"Your side?"

Before he had time to think, several explosions were heard not far behind Baijiu, and a small mushroom cloud appeared in the sky.

It looks like it's 4-5km away from here

"That location, could it be? "Mihua Wancheng Shopping Center?"