Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 816: Your Action Made Vermouth Speechless

Vermouth rarely saw Macallan so excited, so she couldn't help but look over. Soon, her brows furrowed, and she fell into a brief confusion. "Why... is it a floor plan?"

"Go straight? Always go straight?" Baijiu unknowingly arrived at an office area full of office workers.

They were all young people, wearing suits, sitting in front of computer screens, holding landlines to their ears, and writing furiously on paper with pens in their hands.

Seeing Baijiu suddenly appear in the office area, they couldn't help but stop their work, hang up the phone, and look at Baijiu as if he were a 'new species'.

It's like a dinosaur that existed in the Jurassic period, and one of them suddenly appears in the office.

"Okay, turn right now," McAllen said seriously.

"Huh? Turn right?" Baijiu was stunned. He looked at the wall on the right, his arms stretched out involuntarily, and questioned Macallan, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, it's a right turn." McAllen could still tell the left from the right.

Baijiu complained in his heart: You think I’m a giant, I’m not so strong that I can crash into the wall... ?

"Sure! Sure! Wait..." McAllen suddenly noticed the upside-down text on the side, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

"No! Turn left! Turn left!" McAllen hurriedly turned the tablet over and raised his voice to try to cover up his fatal mistake.

"Sorry, the screen rotation wasn't turned on just now." McAllen apologized.

Vermouth smiled. It seemed that Macallan was still the same as always...

Baijiu turned around, looked to the left, and fell into deep thought again.

Looking out the window into the distance, there is a huge connecting passage, but the height and distance is a bit too high...?

During a brief moment of thinking, the girl next to Baijiu stood up solemnly from her workstation.

Baijiu took over the seat immediately after giving it up, and at the same time calmed himself down. "Bang!" He lifted the base of the seat and smashed the window.

The glass fragments fell to the ground in an instant, and everyone in the office area stood up, with hundreds of eyes watching Baijiu's every move.

Everyone's eyes were filled with deep piety, as if they regarded liquor as hope, because the appearance of liquor made it possible for them to justify their slacking off.

Baijiu took a deep breath, stood at the window, and looked down at the nearly 20 meters below. He couldn't help but worry for himself. This was no different from jumping off a building.

The only difference is that one is optional and the other is mandatory.

Macallan looked at the liquor that was still moving on the tablet and urged it in confusion. After all, from his perspective, the liquor was still on the 'street': "What are you waiting for?"

"I'm going to jump out of the window." Baijiu touched the wall beside him and took deep breaths.

This is no small matter, this is jumping off a building.

"Huh?" McAllen was puzzled and scratched his sparse head. "What do you mean you want to jump...?"

Vermouth heard something unusual and stretched out three slender ivory-white fingers, and the two-dimensional picture instantly upgraded to three-dimensional.

Its importance is no less than that of human civilization.

Vermouth looked at Macallan, saying nothing, yet saying everything. However, there was a chilling chill in her eyes.

It's as if to say, 'If there's anything wrong with the liquor, I won't let you off the hook.'

Macallan gritted his teeth and stated the harsh truth. Of course, this wasn't the first time he had said this. "Sorry, Liquor Team Leader, I was just looking at the floor plan."

"............." McAllen was silent for nearly three seconds before finally coming up with a plan. He squeezed out a few words with a touch of guilt from his slightly parted lips: "Good luck..."

Lao Hei, who was sitting in the cab, couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, the person in charge of the pursuit was Team Leader Baijiu. If it was someone else, the mission might have failed.

But the executor is Baijiu, who is synonymous with miracles. There is nothing he can't do. Isn't it just jumping from a building nearly 30 meters high... right?

Baijiu covered his forehead and wanted to go downstairs and jump from a floor that was relatively close in height, but when he turned around, everyone was looking at him with anticipation.

He clenched his fists in front of his chest and silently cheered for Baijiu, even though they had never met.

The atmosphere is so exciting, I have to dance...

Besides, this height is not very high... Yes, not very high.

Baijiu turned his head again, took a deep breath, jumped out of the window, and fell towards the pile of cardboard boxes below. These inconspicuous cardboard boxes played a key role.

If they didn't exist, perhaps liquor would be scattered all over the place now.

The white wine rolled on the ground. Although there was a cushion, he still felt a dull pain in his joints. However, he didn't have that much time to feel the pain.

He lifted up the tattered soles of his shoes and ran wildly over the top of the building below with his long legs. The cold wind blew his bangs, and the scenery of London under the sunset was in full view.

He wanted to admire this stunning and enchanting beauty. Vermouth stood beside him, saying touching love words, leaning against the fence and feeling the cool breeze.

"Turn left at the end of the bridge, you're almost catching up with him!" Macallan's real-time report pulled the liquor back from beautiful fantasy to the bitter and cruel reality.

Mojito was walking on the busy street. He could vaguely hear the sound of propellers cutting through the air. He looked up at the blue sky.

A helicopter was approaching from a short distance away.

Macallan pinched his fists, his calves trembling uncontrollably, and he subconsciously sucked his thumb: "Come on... Come on! Quick! Liquor! We must catch him!"

Macallan's voice became increasingly louder, as if the louder the voice, the faster the liquor would run.

"You're not far from him now, Baijiu, you can do it!" Macallan took on the role of cheerleader, "You've already jumped from a 30-meter-high building! What else can't you do?"

You know what, it really works wonders. Baijiu's steps are so fast that they leave afterimages, reaching a speed that is difficult to capture with the naked eye. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is the fact.

Perhaps it was not Macallan's encouragement, but Baijiu's turning his dissatisfaction with Macallan into motivation that pushed him to reach an astonishing speed.

Baijiu ran along the river at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and the guardrail on the side was moving backwards at the speed of the sand flowing in the funnel.

Mojito continued walking steadily towards the building where the helicopter was about to land, still holding the iced Americano in his hand.

Baijiu came to the place where Mojito was just now. Looking at the sound of the propeller cutting through the air flow above, he gritted his teeth and exerted all his physical strength.

“Mojito!!!!”