Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 809 Vermouth Turned into Bones

In the hazy light, there stood a man and a woman.

The light flickered and twitched rapidly, and the picture seemed to be made up of tens of millions of pixels.

Baijiu blinked, confusion in his eyes.

He moved his feet and walked forward slowly.

The man's appearance gradually became clear - it was Ryan.

He was wearing a black suit and staring at the liquor eagerly.

The woman next to Ryan turned around and it was Vermouth.

Her clear, bright eyes stared at the liquor.

Suddenly, Vermouth's face began to distort, and the blood and bones under her skin emerged. The skin quickly faded away, leaving only creepy white bones.

"!!!" Baijiu suddenly woke up and sat up straight.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

A slight shaking made him realize that he was still in the car escorting Ryan.

He raised his hand to rub his temple, and looked up, only to see Ryan staring at him with the look of "watching zoo animals", a sinister smile on his thin face.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

Baijiu pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear: "Hello?"

"Have you arrived in London?" A familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone - the White Widow.

"We're here." Baijiu replied.

Outdoor dining, London.

The White Widow combed her short golden hair neatly back, wore sunglasses, and her expression and demeanor exuded confidence and freedom.

Sitting opposite her was her brother Zola, who glanced around with alert eyes.

She continued in a chatty tone, "Are you ready to meet the Messenger?"

"I'm ready. Where shall we meet?" Baijiu said calmly.

The White Widow tilted her head slightly: "Where do you want to meet?"

Diagonally behind her dining table, a woman had her back to her, legs crossed leisurely.

It's Belmode.

She tied her hair into a bun, wore black headphones on both ears, nodded slightly, and had a smile on her face that said "everything is under control."

Slender fingers touched the glass lightly. Above the menu was a small black electronic device with a radar and map screen, and the antenna glowed faintly.

London, rainy

The minivan transporting Ryan stopped in the alley.

McCarron got out first and opened the back door. Blackie followed closely behind, carrying a metal box and heading towards the iron gate leading to the underground tunnel.

The tunnel is made of arched stone bricks, with a rough brick texture on the top and side walls.

The light was dim, with wall lamps installed at intervals on both sides. Deep in the tunnel, a middle-aged man leaned against a table, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing everyone arrive, he stood up and greeted them.

Baijiu narrowed his eyes and was a little surprised when he saw who it was - it was the captain of the aircraft.

He remained calm and said, "Mr. Minister."

The pilot's right hand tightened slightly around the document. "I prayed it wasn't true."

"Let me speak for him, sir," McAllen said calmly, "if liquor hadn't intervened, many more people would have died."

"That's right." The guy with the crew cut said with a hint of annoyance, as if he had anticipated McCarron's answer.

He continued, “I believe the residents of Paris, and indeed the whole of France, will consider this.”

McAllen lowered his head and said no more.

Feijitou took a few steps forward and questioned Baijiu in a serious tone, his eyes becoming even colder: "So, what exactly happened?"

"You guys should settle Ryan first." Baijiu did not give a direct answer.

"Yes." The two responded.

McAllen and Old Black held Ryan on either side and led him into a dimly lit brick compartment.

Blackie roughly pressed him onto the bench. Just as Ryan was about to speak, McCarron quickly pulled out the syringe, and the slender metal needle pierced his neck cleanly.

The drug took effect immediately, and Ryan fell into a baby-like sleep in an instant.

McAllen handed the syringe to Lao Hei, then took out a small black round device from his pocket - it was the miniature monitor that Baijiu had used under the bridge before.

When the two returned to their original positions, Baijiu was patiently explaining the ins and outs of the operation to Feijitou.

"...So, we were told to go to London and await further instructions." Baijiu stated calmly.

"What should we do now?" The guy with the airplane head rested his hands on the table and asked this key question.

Everyone's attention was instantly focused on the liquor.

"Now," Baijiu did not get stuck in the impasse. He turned around, picked up the metal box by the wall and put it on the table, "We will meet the White Widow in twenty minutes."

He pushed the metal box in front of the nose of the plane: “She will take us to see the believers.

The believers will exchange the lost plutonium core for Solomon Lane. In our plan..."

He naturally took the laptop handed to him by Lao Hei and turned on the screen.

A 3D wireframe model of a mask is displayed on the screen, showing the outline and structure of the head, with various parameter data jumping in the lower left corner.

"...That is Macallan." Baijiu said seriously.

McCarron was stunned when he heard this. His eyes widened and his face was almost filled with the expression "Are you kidding me?"

Upon hearing this, Mojito held his forehead and shook his head, sighing, "You must be joking..."

Although he was an "outsider" who joined temporarily, after a short time together, he already knew Macallan's true colors - the word "unreliable" was evident in his every move.

"Excuse me..." Macallan looked at Baijiu in confusion. "What kind of...new tactic is this? Or...Tian Ji's horse race?"

Baijiu calmly explained his doubts to everyone and stated his plan of action: "Lao Hei and I will hand you over to the believers. Mojito will stay here to guard the real Ryan."

"Absolutely not!" McAllen was the first to reject the proposal.

He placed his palm on his chest, looked at the liquor, and asked sincerely and confusedly: "Why must I play Ryan? Do I have a similar temperament to him?"

"Macallan," Baijiu once again took on the responsibility of leadership and calmly comforted him.

Although McCarron had wanted to wear a mask before, he still felt overwhelmed by such a difficult task and was afraid of dragging down the team.

"Our mission—my mission—is to recover the plutonium core."

Baijiu pointed to his chest and said calmly.