Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 810 Vermouth is the key factor, so I am the traitor?

Mojito gave Baijiu a puzzled look and continued, "Indeed, I will do it at all costs, even if it means trading Ryan."

He leaned forward slightly, his deep eyes fixed on the liquor, and emphasized in his words: "The real Ryan."

Baijiu was not frightened by his suddenly raised tone, and his tone remained calm and indifferent: "And I will never let him go."

Mojito spoke faster and raised another question: "Once the apostles discover your little trick, you will lose the plutonium core again."

He uttered the word 'plutonium core' with gritted teeth.

Baijiu didn't care about the so-called "loophole" pointed out by Mojito. He raised an eyebrow and said, "We will take care of the apostles."

The implication is that Mojito was worrying too much.

In an instant, Baijiu's expression became extremely serious, as if he was about to announce a matter of life and death: "We currently have a more serious problem."

"A more serious problem?" the crewman asked with his arms folded.

"Vermouth." Baijiu didn't hide or hesitate and directly threw out the name.

"Vermouth?" McAllen tilted his head, confusion written all over his face, obviously not thinking Vermouth could pose a "serious problem".

His brows knitted into the shape of a "川" character and he asked Baijiu for confirmation: "Are you referring to our Vermouth? The Vermouth who can disguise herself?"

"Huh?" McAllen found this unbelievable.

In his opinion, Vermouth had nothing to do with this mission, and she didn't even mention that she was in a relationship with Baijiu.

It feels like… you’re in school.

The principal suddenly announced on the radio: Everyone doesn't need to go to school anymore, physics and mathematics don't exist, and the world we live in is fake. Just as outrageous.

Macallan rested his arms on the table, trying to calm himself down. He tilted his head and asked curiously, "So... I still don't understand how she got involved?"

Baijiu's tone was as calm as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner: "She received an order from that lord to assassinate Ryan."

"That lord..." Macallan's eyes wrinkled.

It is really hard to imagine that such a high and mighty being would be related to Ryan.

"Wait!" Lao Hei suddenly slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "So the one riding the motorcycle in Paris was her?"

"That's right." Baijiu nodded in agreement, but as the team leader, he didn't dare to look Lao Hei in the eye at this moment.

Lao Hei slammed his palm on the table, his tone filled with warning and threat: "Baijiu! She wants to kill us!"

"No...it's not us." Baijiu corrected hurriedly, his voice trembling: "It's Ryan! I just said it!"

He tried to defend Vermouth, his tone full of understanding: "She just wanted to kill the guy named Ryan. I understand her, she had no choice."

"So..." McAllen suddenly realized, his face instantly filled with fear: "Will she kill me then?!"

"Team Leader Baijiu...?" Macallan cast a helpless and disappointed look at him, his voice tinged with tears. "Why...are you trying to use this opportunity to get rid of me?"

"Yes!" He put his finger to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath: "I admit that I usually hold you back, but you don't have to be--"

"Stop!" Baijiu interrupted harshly, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

He calmed himself down and said to McAllen in a soothing tone: "I will definitely not let her kill you. I will find a way-"

"Liquor Team Leader!" Macallan frowned and asked pointedly, "So how do you plan to stop her?"

The scene suddenly fell into silence. About five seconds later.

Baijiu spoke slowly, his eyes scanning Macallan: "I'm still thinking."

"Oh! The liquor team leader is still thinking..." Macallan looked at Lao Hei in despair, revealing a bitter smile that was uglier than crying. His heart was hanging in the air, completely dead.

"We're running out of time now." Baijiu rapidly tapped the stopwatch on his wrist. "We have to get ready for the meeting."

"No." The man who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke in a cold voice: "This meeting itself is a trap."

Everyone's eyes turned to him. The man with the crew cut unfurled the truth: "White Widow has been collaborating with the organization's top brass, especially the North American headquarters, where she has the closest relationship."

"From the beginning. Bargaining for immunity is her usual tactic to get the plutonium core, the Apostle, and John Lark all in one fell swoop."

"This way, she can win more favor with the higher-ups in the organization."

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Lao Hei also raised a question: "But if the White Widow knew the meeting was a trap, why didn't she tell us directly?"

"Because to her," the crew cut glanced at the group, "anyone could be John Lark, including one of us."

He sighed heavily, his eyes falling on the metal box on the table: "Now, her suspicions are confirmed."

"Bang!" He slammed the documents in his hand heavily onto the table.

Baijiu glanced at him, and only opened the document after Feijitou gestured - basic "social etiquette" was still required.

He paced slowly around the table. "According to this file, a series of electronic evidence links baijiu to the theft of the smallpox virus from the CDC."

Baijiu's hand, which was flipping through the documents, suddenly stopped, obviously shocked by this sudden "charge".

The traitor I've been looking for for so long... turns out to be me?

The man continued to list Baijiu's "crimes," his tone as if stating facts: "He was also linked to a long-term secret communication."

Baijiu continued to look through the documents. At this moment, he did not feel wronged. Instead, he was curious and wanted to see what this "evidence" was all about.

"It's confirmed that he recruited Dr. Debruk." The pilot put his hands behind his back, his tone turning cold as if he were judging a criminal. "Of course, plus Baijiu personally delivered the plutonium core to the apostle."

Baijiu took out the "evidence" that was sandwiched between the documents, held it in front of his eyes, and his brows quickly furrowed.

Next to my ears, the "ironclad evidence" of the airplane head continued: "Combining these facts with a series of past behaviors of liquor companies not complying with regulations..."

"All of this confirms what the higher-ups in the organization say." The man with the airplane head finally stopped in front of Baijiu, his eyes full of meaning. "Baijiu is the one who betrayed us."

"His pursuit of Lark was just a cover-up to conceal Lark's true..."

"It's me." Baijiu continued the second half of the sentence calmly.

Macallan and Lao Hei both looked at Baijiu in shock, unable to believe that this "Big Brother" was actually a traitor.

"I have to admire you, Baijiu." The crew cut looked at him, his tone surprisingly sincere: "Usually when people say 'you are your own worst enemy'..."

"It's just a metaphor."

Baijiu picked up the Vermouth file that was tucked away in the documents, and the crew cut continued, "I'm afraid the White Widow has some questions for her as well."

"The White Widow gave her away for free," said the crew cutter.

"Where did White Widow get this news?" asked Baijiu.

Mojito listened to the conversation between the two with an expressionless face, as if he was detached from it, or even disconnected.

"She didn't say," the man with the airplane haircut replied, "but she gave me the opportunity to bring you back to the police station, and the condition was that I terminate this mission."

"And hand over Solomon Lane personally." The man with the airplane head looked at the liquor.

"No..." McCarron shook his head: "You can't do this."

"Liquor."

Just as the man was about to say something, Baijiu interrupted him and asserted firmly, "I know Ryan. He will never go back."