Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 736 Assassination Plan of Baijiu

"Sorry...I'm a little confused." McAllen smiled embarrassedly.

"So... guys, I missed something." McCarron looked at Brent and Blackie, his eyes widened: "It's you!"

"Buzz!" A motorcycle sped past on the road ahead.

Baijiu looked into the distance and after half a second of watching, he felt relieved after making sure that there were no motorcycle crew members following him.

Patting Lao Hei and Brent on the shoulders, he said, "Let's go."

Half an hour later, the SUV stopped outside a two-story hotel, and Lao Hei raised his arms to block the sun.

Although his skin is already dark, he still pays special attention to sun protection. Brandt joked: "Are you afraid of the sun?"

"Do you want me to be as black as charcoal?" Lao Hei said self-deprecatingly: "I am no different from a boiled egg now."

McAllen followed the two men into the hotel. There was a restaurant on the first floor, which was full of local residents.

There were noisy discussions one after another, and everyone had smiles on their faces, but Baijiu pulled up a stool with a gloomy and steady look on his face and sat at the dining table.

My brain is racing, thinking about something.

Brent and the others pulled out their stools and sat down. The three of them exchanged glances, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

They knew that Baijiu was thinking about something and didn't want to disturb his thoughts.

Brent signaled to Lao Hei with his eyes. He had known Baijiu the longest among them, so Lao Hei was the only one who spoke first.

He tapped his watch with his fingers and gestured to his stomach with his hand.

Lao Hei sighed helplessly, looked at the white wine, and said calmly: "So what should we do now?"

"I'm waiting for Vermouth here."

"Or should we help her in secret?"

Baijiu did not answer, but turned his head and looked at Macallan with a serious face, "Please tell me you kept a backup."

Macallan raised his eyebrows, looked at the liquor with confidence, and took out another USB flash drive from his pocket, "Of course I backed it up."

But he quickly put away his smile: "I just don't know...will this indirectly lead to Belmode..."

"No." Baijiu interrupted resolutely. He pinched Macallan's shoulder and said, "This is actually the best breakthrough point."

After seeing Macallan take out the backup USB drive, Lao Hei and Baijiu's mouth corners raised at the same time.

It is more of an affirmation of Macallan.

This guy is finally reliable for once.

Brent returned to the old black topic and asked straight to the point: "So where are we going now?"

Baijiu smiled, picked up the menu and stood up from his seat: "Let's eat something simple first."

The street beneath Big Ben in London, England.

Vermouth was wearing a deep V-neck black short-sleeved shirt inside and a black and blue windbreaker outside. She was dressed in black and walked with one hand in her pocket.

I quickened my pace following the flow of people along the river, and soon I locked my sight on a man sitting on a bench in the vast crowd.

The "tatting" sound of Vermouth's high heels was getting closer. The man had sparse hair and wore gray-blue wide-framed glasses. He looked at the other side with a melancholy look.

He was wearing a beige windbreaker and his face was weather-beaten, indicating he was nearly seventy years old.

Vermouth sat on his right, with a distance of nearly sixty centimeters between them, and two stacks of newspapers were placed on Vermouth's left hand side.

She pulled out a USB drive from her bosom and threw it over the newspaper. "This is an account book. It contains all the information about the syndicate."

"It records their identities, the politicians they control, where the money comes from, everything you want to know."

Vermouth looked at him and calmly told him everything she knew. The old man did not respond immediately, but was stunned.

"How do you know this so-called account book is real?" The old man asked in a leisurely tone, with his eyebrows slightly raised.

Vermouth smiled and said, "If it's not true, why would Ryan want it so much."

The old man was thinking clearly and responded to her quickly: "If that's the case, why would he let you get it?"

"Did it ever occur to you that he just wanted me to have it."

The old man expressed his opinion: "Using false information to manipulate others is what he is best at."

"Lian tricked you into going to trick that man called Baijiu." The old man continued, "In this way, both of you will be abandoned for causing trouble."

"That is his ultimate goal."

Vermouth was not too moved by the old man's words, but looked at the USB drive above the newspaper with a calm expression.

"This may be true." The old man said, looking across the river, "but I only trust one person to confirm the authenticity of this information."

"There is only one person." The old man looked at Vermouth sincerely: "That person is you."

"No." Vermouth responded calmly.

She answered in a sonorous voice: "My current mission is to collect intelligence about the Syndicate for you."

"No." The old man interrupted her: "You are wrong. Your mission is to infiltrate the Syndicate."

The old man corrected Belmode's wrong idea: "That way we can get first-hand information, do you understand?"

"This is a test, just like every other time," the old man said. "If you want to pass it, you have to go back."

"I can't do that." Vermouth expressed his attitude.

"I've broken my promise to Ryan many times."

"Because you asked for it every time," the old man explained.

Vermouth's brows furrowed subconsciously, "He wants to torture and kill an agent from Tokyo."

"What's wrong?" The old man was puzzled. "You should just let him kill it, then Ryan will trust you."

"This is how it works in our business. Baijiu will understand." The old man persuaded Vermouth earnestly.

“I won’t let him die.” Vermouth’s face drooped: “He is more than just an ally to me.”

"You're out of your mind." The old man sat up straight. "There are no allies in our business. Do you like him?"

"Don't make me laugh." The old man sneered: "He is a bit good-looking, but there are many men in the world who are more handsome than him."

"Besides, for us, there are only common interests."

"But according to our investigation, Baijiu is actually a stateless person, which you should be aware of."

Seeing that Vermouth did not respond.

The old man spread his hands: "What I said is already very obvious."

"It will be easier to kill him this way."

Vermouth looked at the old man coldly, her eyes filled with anger and indignation, staring at him from the bottom of her heart, "Say it again."

Leng Bingbing asked, "Do you want me to kill Baijiu?"

"Oh my God." The old man covered his forehead and said, "Of course not. Don't you think that's unwise?"