Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 821 Vermouth: Baijiu is really a madman

McAllen quickly scanned the instrument and said urgently, "The network signal is strong! Another bomb and detonator are nearby!"

He pointed behind Baijiu, "In that direction, about half a kilometer from here!"

"They haven't left yet!" Baijiu turned around suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Old Black, I'll leave the bomb to you." Baijiu grabbed Vermouth's wrist and said, "Macallan, come with me!"

Lao Hei squatted beside the behemoth, calm as a rock: "Don't worry, leave it to me, Lao Hei, no problem!"

After saying that, he swiftly removed the protective layer of the camouflaged shell, revealing the dense, spider-web-like, colorful cables inside.

Looking at the tangled sea of ​​colorful noodles before him, Lao Hei chuckled bitterly, "Tsk, there are more than I imagined... way more ridiculous."

Just counting these lines would probably take me nearly ten minutes.

Inside the tent, Jonah felt uneasy.

Baijiu and Laohei showed up at this remote camp at the same time, something big must be going on. She stood up suddenly.

Eric looked at her resolute back, was silent for a moment, and finally lowered his head to continue packing his luggage.

Sometimes, not asking is the best protection.

Mojito, wrapped in a thick black padded jacket, walked towards the helicopter with murderous intent, casually playing with the deadly core the size of a lipstick cap - the detonator.

He took a deep breath of cold air and placed his thumb on the scarlet button. The screen lit up. Besides the eye-catching countdown of [15:00], a line of small words at the bottom was particularly eye-catching: [Scanned].

mountain top.

Baijiu led the two of them and galloped over, overlooking the camp from a high vantage point.

His sight instantly locked onto two helicopters waiting to take off in the open ground below.

That dark shadow approaching the helicopter... "It's Mojito!" Baijiu said in a sharp voice.

Mojito was seen lowering his head to adjust the detonator in his hand. His thumb pressed the start button without hesitation. The numbers on the screen instantly started to move and the countdown began.

"Damn it!" Lao Hei's heart sank as he watched the countdown suddenly jump on the screen in front of him. He yelled into the headset: "Baijiu! The countdown has started! Only fifteen minutes left!!!"

"The detonator is in Mojito's hand!" Before Baijiu could finish his words, he rushed towards the nearest jeep at the bottom of the slope like an arrow!

Baijiu moved as fast as lightning, opened the car door and started the engine.

The engine roared, and the jeep took advantage of the steep downhill momentum and rushed towards the helicopter landing pad like a wild horse. "We have to evacuate these people!" Baijiu shouted.

"It's too late! It's too late at all!!" McAllen looked at the bewildered medical staff and villagers around him, his voice filled with despair.

"The entire valley... will be reduced to scorched earth in fifteen minutes!" Baijiu's tone was as cold as iron, but his eyes were fixed on the helicopter flying higher and higher in front of him, and his brain was working frantically.

In front of the cottage window.

Ryan put his hands in his pockets, admiring the jeep diving like a bullet on the hillside below, and a trace of morbid joy appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, this is interesting."

He glanced down at the time and said, "I thought... you weren't coming."

The car was shaking violently, and Vermouth grabbed the handrail tightly: "It's too late!!" The helicopter that Mojito was riding in was roaring and taking off from the ground!

"I will get the detonator." Baijiu's voice was unusually calm, so calm that it made Vermouth's heart stop.

"What?! What are you holding?! Can you fly?!!" she screamed.

"I'll find a way." Baijiu just repeated, with a terrifying calmness.

"Screech!" With the harsh sound of brakes, the jeep skidded to a stop at the edge of the tarmac.

Baijiu half-turned around and spoke very quickly, leaving no room for doubt: "Go find Ryan! Find the second bomb!"

"Bang!" He kicked open the car door, and his figure turned into a gust of wind, rushing towards the helicopter that was still taking off!

"Is he crazy?!" Vermouth looked at his back in disbelief.

For the first time, she couldn't understand how to make white wine. Could it be that she turned into Superman and flew on a helicopter?

McCarron grabbed her arm and said, "Stop looking! Go! Just trust him!"

Another helicopter took off at the same time.

Baijiu was quick-witted and quick-handed. He took a run-up, jumped, stretched his body to the limit, and his fingertips almost touched the landing gear.

But there was still a gap.

Just as his body was falling, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the thick hanging rope.

In a flash, his hands instinctively grasped the lifeline tightly, and his legs quickly wrapped around it to stabilize his body.

Below, there is a spherical, truck-sized mesh cargo hold.

Liquor instantly became the prey hanging on the belly of the helicopter.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, looked at the black shadow moving on the sling below, and sneered: "Tsk... What a mad dog."

On the other side, McAllen and Vermouth rushed into the huge quarantine tent.

The pungent smell of disinfectant hit them. The busy doctors were startled by the two intruders, but seeing they meant no harm, they returned to their work.

Vermouth held the detector, and her eyes, like precise radars, quickly scanned the interior of the densely packed tents.

McCarron held down the headset and said anxiously, "Old Black! How are things going over there?!"

"There are damn tripwires everywhere! And I only have two hands!!" Lao Hei's angry cutting sounds and curses came from the headset.

"Hurry up! Time is running out!" McAllen urged.

"Where's the white wine?!" Lao Hei asked.

The two men didn't dare to stop, and quickly moved through the maze-like tent corridors according to the signal strength: "He went after the detonator!"

"Detonator?!" Lao Hei's voice was filled with astonishment and disbelief. "Where is that thing now?!"

At this time, Mojito was sitting comfortably by the cabin door, which was half open. The cold wind blew in, blowing the hair on his forehead.

He looked at the green river valley passing by rapidly below, with a smile of victory on his lips, as if he had already seen a glorious future.

The deadly detonator was casually hung on the tactical belt on his abdomen, rising and falling gently with his breathing.

And white wine——

He had just tried his best to use his abdominal strength to swing his legs onto the left landing gear, but the soles of his shoes suddenly slipped on the cold metal.

The feeling of weightlessness came over him again, and the huge impact force made him crash hard into the cargo net below, and the helicopter shook violently.

The pilot in the cabin looked back and down in confusion, only to see the empty cargo net and the ground rapidly receding below.

"What's wrong?" asked the co-pilot.

"It's nothing, probably just hit the treetops." The driver shrugged and didn't care.

"Huh..." Baijiu grabbed the net rope tightly, his heart beating wildly.

He lowered his head and looked through the huge holes in the grid. Under his feet was a deep abyss.

Despair? There was no time to feel it! Because a more terrifying and imminent crisis was unfolding above him.

His vision was completely blocked by the huge spherical cargo hold!

At this moment, he was like a bug turned upside down under a plate, trapped firmly at the deepest part of the bottom of the helicopter.

All efforts seem to have returned to the starting point!