Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 732 Belmode's timely rescue

McCarron took a deep breath and entered the final room.

The two security guards were looking at two liquid crystal screens in front of them. On the left was a real-time image of McLaren walking, and on the right was a digital model AI.

Baijiu bit his tongue tightly, "Sizzle!" Several stains of blood instantly appeared in the water, and his brain became alert.

He tossed the other yellow card aside.

He inserted the replacement yellow card into the controller, and "ding" the color of the controller changed to blue. McCarron clenched his fists subconsciously.

He lowered his head and walked slowly, taking steady and orderly steps.

The screen on the right side of the security guard lit up green. McAllen saw the green light reflected on the man's face out of the corner of his eye, and his heart relaxed.

"Ding" three big words "Authorized" appear at the top of the screen.

MacLaren was secretly delighted: I knew you could do it!

The moment the blue light flashed on the controller, a stronger stream of water blew Baijiu away, as if there was an example of calculated intensity.

It was completely as strong as a force 12 gale. Baijiu opened his arms and tried to keep himself balanced, but it was in vain.

He was like a blank sheet of paper on land, blown wildly by the hurricane.

His whole body was almost torn into pieces by the impact of the water, but fortunately, he was leaning against the wall and holding the joystick at the critical moment.

The position he grabbed was exactly the escape route. Holding the red joystick tightly with both hands, he choked on large mouthfuls of water.

Turning the button to the left, he subconsciously looked to the left and saw a long elevated road coming at a rapid speed, and "Whoosh!" a stream of water rushed over.

Baijiu leaned forward hurriedly and pulled the joystick down. He took big gulps of sea water, his vision becoming increasingly blurred and his physical strength was taking a toll on him.

Having reached the threshold limit, he pulled the joystick relying on muscle memory, but his consciousness was no longer his own.

As if detached, his eyes gradually lost their luster.

His hands released the joysticks and he fell downward toward the device.

McCarron entered the room, sat at the desk, inserted the USB drive into the interface, and typed on the keyboard to enter the program.

"Swoosh!" A figure came quickly from above.

It was Vermouth, and she was only wearing underwear.

He locked onto Baijiu's position directly, hugged his back with both arms, and then leaned his body backwards.

She raised one arm high and tried to hook the joystick, but she went too fast and missed it.

"Damn it!" Vermouth cursed silently in her heart.

She opened her eyes wide and concentrated her utmost attention. She couldn't waste any time now as Baijiu had already lost consciousness.

The longer it drags on, the worse the liquor situation becomes.

And to put it bluntly, the worst-case scenario is that both of them would be buried here together.

"Come on!" Vermouth held the device with a firm look in her eyes, pulled the trigger with three fingers, and raised her arm downward. "Click!" The switch turned on instantly.

The two of them floated upwards along the pipe.

On the other side, McLaren left the office area, came to the white Bentley, pressed his palm against the window, and used his fingerprint to unlock the door.

He pulled the handle and entered the cab. McAllen quickly took off his suit. The uniform was tight around his neck.

A set of yellow cartoon short-sleeved shirts was revealed. He pressed the start button and then stepped on the accelerator.

"Hmm! Hmm!!" Baijiu's head shook violently, as if he had epilepsy, and he opened one eye in a daze.

A familiar face appeared in front of him.

Baijiu turned his head to the side, spitting out sea water from his mouth. Vermouth looked at him with concern, her hand on his neck.

There were a few tear marks left at the corners of his eyes.

Seeing Baijiu's eyes gradually becoming brighter, her heart finally settled down, and she patted Baijiu on the back.

She said softly and gently: "It's okay...it's okay."

"Cough! Cough!" Baijiu coughed continuously, looking at the defibrillator beside him and stretched out his arms.

Use your thumb to wipe away the sweat stains on Vermouth's forehead.

Baijiu raised his eyes and looked around.

They appear to be in an underground sewer.

"Sorry... for getting you involved." Baijiu covered Vermouth's face and kneaded her face.

"At least everything is fine now." Vermouth didn't say much, "We did it, the impossible task."

"See." McAllen's voice came from a distance, "I told you so."

"It's difficult, of course, but certainly not impossible." He put on his coat as he quickly walked down the stairs.

Suddenly he stopped where he was, his face flushed as he looked at the scene of Vermouth sitting on top of Baijiu's belly.

However, McAllen immediately calmed down because he noticed that Baijiu was lying motionless on the ground with a defibrillator next to him.

He ran towards the two people quickly, stepping on puddles, "Oh my God! What happened to the liquor?"

"What happened?" He looked directly into Vermouth's eyes.

He gasped heavily, and Baijiu turned his head and smiled at him.

The three of them looked at each other, and when Macallan saw that Baijiu was fine, he nodded alone: "Okay... okay."

"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."

After saying that, he took out the backpack from his arms, took out a piece of clothing from it, closed his eyes and handed it to Vermouth.

"Here..." McCarron said embarrassedly, "You can't go out wearing this."

Vermouth took it, gave Baijiu a look, tied up her wet hair, and walked to the corner. Macallan was very considerate.

Of course he didn't dare to look over there. He half-knelt and put his hand on Baijiu's chest: "Baijiu, are you okay?"

"How do you feel now?"

"Baijiu." Macallan smiled, pinched Baijiu's mouth with two fingers, and smiled. Baijiu slowly said, "Macallan."

"Yes, it's me." Macallan said with tears in his eyes: "You have become the leader of the liquor team, and you are still alive."

"You completed this mission brilliantly." Macallan said gently, his fingers gently resting on Baijiu's eyelids:

"Take a break, take a break."

On the other side, the sound of "puff" of clothes falling to the ground came from behind.

"It would be nice to have some sunshine and fresh air. You'll be fine even if it rains." McAllen continued to mutter.

Baijiu looked at Belmode's back and asked Macallan, "Why are you here?"

"Look! Look!" Macallan became excited and took out a USB flash drive from his arms and held it in front of Baijiu: "We got it!"

"I knew we would get it." He smiled sincerely.

"Listen, I don't want to sound ungrateful." Macallan patted Baijiu's chest: "I appreciate everything you've done for me."

“But there comes a time when you might go too far.”

"We did it!" Macallan repeated again, hugging the liquor, "We will definitely catch that——"

Suddenly, the USB flash drive in his hand was taken away.

"Huh?" McCarron was stunned for two seconds, "Huh...?"

"Sorry, Baijiu." Vermouth pursed her lips, tears in the corners of her eyes, her arms resting on Baijiu's back, cheeks touching.

"I have to take it away." Vermouth looked at the liquor.

“Come find me when the time comes.” Vermouth patted him on the back: “This is the final step in dealing with this organization.”