Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 781: The thieves rob the thieves!

At the man's command, the bodyguard raised his gun in an instant. When his finger was about to press the trigger, his heart was unexpectedly pierced by two bullets.

However, the shooters were not Baijiu and McLaren. The gunshots came from behind them. "Bang!" Another burst of gunfire rang out. Baijiu grabbed McLaren's collar and hid to the side.

"You!" The man roared with gritted teeth. Before he could finish his words, two bullets pierced his temple. "Bang!" The metal box containing three plutonium cores fell to the ground.

Baijiu looked towards the sound of gunfire and used this short period of time to lock onto the enemy's position.

McCarron hurried forward, half bent over, his knees buckling and shaking uncontrollably from nervousness. "I'll get it!"

"Take it and run!" Baijiu discovered the enemy's position, but it was still a step too late. The enemy had already switched to a submachine gun and was shooting at the two people who were fleeing.

The crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground echoed deep in the tunnel. Baijiu and Macallan chose to act separately, running in different directions to the left and right.

This was the only remedy, and it was effective. While the enemy was briefly contemplating, the two of them hid behind cover.

Baijiu pressed his face tightly against the rough texture of the brick wall, adjusting his breathing. Several gunshots continued to be heard, hitting the brick wall with great force, breaking the bricks and scattering debris.

He was convinced that he was being robbed.

Baijiu looked at Macallan, who was leaning against the wall with a slightly messy hair, eyebrows in an 8-shaped pattern, and lips slightly open, almost showing fear on his face.

"Lao Hei, can you hear me?" Baijiu asked, holding the headset.

"Lao Hei." Baijiu risked his life by sticking out half of his head, and then several bullets came one after another, and the fragments of wall tiles scattered into Baijiu's mouth, and he made a "Pooh" sound.

"Lao Hei, reply quickly." Baijiu was speaking to both Lao Hei and the person who kidnapped Lao Hei.

"Lao Hei is not here now." A strange man's voice came from the headset.

"Is there anything the Apostle can do for you? Liquor." The man's voice was like the calm surface of a lake, his tone steady and almost rigid, with a hint of madness between the lines.

"What do you want?" Baijiu said calmly.

A mocking voice came from the other end of the headset: "You are surrounded, Baijiu. Hand over the plutonium core to us and leave."

The moment the man finished speaking, Baijiu made a decision immediately, "Macallan, go drive the car over here."

Although Macallan was terrified, he still resolutely chose to do it after hearing Baijiu's order. However, before his head could even poke out from the wall, several bullets pierced the bricks. Macallan's voice trembled: "I don't think I can do it."

Baijiu covered his forehead with his hands, looking a little disappointed, and repeated the story again, this time speaking more slowly: "Macallan, drive the car over here."

Macallan finally understood the other meaning of white wine. He placed the metal box at his feet, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned the phone horizontally, and placed the miniature camera on the top of the hood.

The mobile phone screen was broadcasting the car scene in real time. McAllen's gestures were the same as when playing mobile games. He held the left and right sides of the phone in turn, with his thumb on the right end of the screen and swiping upwards.

"Ding" sounded like the sound of logging into a game.

The image on the screen flashed with neon lights full of technology. A control panel icon appeared on the left, controlling the left and right wheels, and an upright triangle and an inverted triangle appeared on the right.

Controlling the forward and backward direction of the vehicle, with the speed displayed in the upper right corner, McAllen pressed the "Start Game" button in the upper left corner.

The vehicle hidden in the right diagonal tunnel was like a dormant beast. Two beams of blue light pierced the darkness, followed by a drift and a tailspin. "Da da da! Da da da!"

Bullets hit the trunk of the vehicle, and McAllen made a distressed "tsk tsk" sound: "Stop shooting... Stop shooting..." The faint light outlined the tough outline of the black BMW.

McLaren is worthy of being an old player of racing games. In this relatively narrow tunnel, although he drives the black BMW like a drunk, the car body tilts and deflects greatly, and several times it is only millimeters away from the wall, but he can control the direction every time.

With a "squeak", the "black beast" stopped steadily behind the liquor and the door opened automatically.

Macallan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to throw the metal box towards the liquor like a sandbag, and the box slid under the seat.

"Let's make a deal with you, white wine." This time the voice did not come from the headset, but from deep in the tunnel.

Baijiu remained on the sidelines. The other party guessed what he was thinking and continued, "Give us the plutonium core, and we won't kill your friend."

Baijiu stuck out half of his head and scanned the area quickly. Under the cold light, there were two blurry figures standing there. They were Lao Hei and the kidnapper.

Lao Hei spoke first, his tone was extremely firm: "Don't agree, Baijiu, don't make this decision for me."

Lao Hei's brows were furrowed into deep grooves, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and earnestness. He knew that Baijiu would be hesitant, so he simply made the judgment for him.

He didn't want to drag down the entire team because of himself.

Baijiu leaned against the wall, looked at the vehicle in front of him, then looked down at the metal box under his feet, and finally looked towards the tunnel exit.

There was a nervous and panicky light flickering in Macallan's eyes, and his lips were pursed into a stubborn line. Suddenly, he noticed a hint of determination in Baijiu's eyes.

His anxious heart temporarily relaxed for a moment, at least Baijiu already had a solution in mind.

As a "cheerleader", he only needs to play the role of the audience, silently watching Baijiu's next behavior, acting like a ruthless robot, waiting for Baijiu's instructions.

The man's voice was piercing and penetrating: "I'll count to three."

Although Lao Hei spoke so decisively, he still subconsciously felt a fear of death. His eyeballs twitched left and right, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lao Hei's temple.

"One." The man said softly.

Baijiu didn't move at all and continued to hide inside the wall tiles.

"Two." The man raised his voice slightly.

"Old Black..." Baijiu swallowed his saliva, his brows squeezed into a straight line, a gleam in his eyes, full of guilt: "I'm sorry..."

Lao Hei was looking ahead calmly. There was no ripple in his heart, and his mind was not moving like a movie.

He chose to trust the liquor and closed his eyes silently.

"Three!" the man shouted.

The moment "three" was said, Baijiu pulled the trigger. To be safe, he held the butt of the gun with both hands to prevent the bullet from deviating from the trajectory. "Bang!"

Two bullets were fired quickly from the muzzle, and "bang!" It was Lao Hei who fell to the ground.