Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 721 You are indeed Vermouth

"Oh no." The woman aimed the gun at the man in police uniform's head.

The man in police uniform pulled out a dagger from his waist and drove it towards McAllen's chest. His eyes suddenly widened: It's over, I have to confess this.

"boom!"

Without any hesitation, the bullet pierced the man's forehead.

McCullen touched his face, still in shock, and gasped, "Oh my God... I'm still alive... I'm not dead."

He looked in the direction of the gunshot and found it was a woman. McAllen realized it was not Baijiu and immediately squatted down.

Then, he flew to the side console, lifted up the light control button, and a beam of dazzling light pierced in front of the woman.

"Bang!" Without hesitation, she fired at the light.

The woman knew that her position was exposed, so she kicked open the attic door and jumped onto the curtain beside it.

She held on to the handrail and hurried up the stairs.

Inside the venue, hundreds of guards marched in, opened the doors, put their hands in their arms, and held their weapons.

His cold and sharp eyes looked around.

A man dressed in black slowly walked to the front of the stage and spread his arms: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have an emergency."

The woman lifted the hem of her yellow skirt and walked quickly along the corridor, passing by two actresses in brightly dressed clothes.

They cast envious glances at her, covering their mouths and whispering, "Her legs are too long... Why have I never seen her before?"

The woman quickened her pace, came to the hall exit, stood in front of the protruding door and window on the third floor, looked down, and saw a spiral staircase inside.

A group of men in black quickly went upstairs with weapons in hand. "Block the building! Close the entrance!"

With a quick glance, in less than five seconds, nearly a hundred men passed through her sight.

Suddenly, she heard soft footsteps behind her.

A man put his big hand on her fair shoulder, but she did not resist, instead she became more relaxed.

The man was none other than Baijiu.

"I have a way to get out. Are you interested?" Baijiu smiled.

"Of course, lead the way." She switched to her normal voice, and that voice was very familiar, it was Vermouth.

"Do you want to take off your mask?" Baijiu asked.

"I have things to take care of."

Vermouth held his wrist and said, "Lead the way."

Baijiu did not speed up her pace, and used her eyes to check whether Belmode had any injuries. She said tactfully, "No injuries."

"Why did you come here without telling me?" Baijiu was wary of the enemy, "And why did you disguise yourself as this woman?"

"I think I have more say." Vermouth was a little unhappy, "You have been disconnected for the past week."

Vermouth's expression turned serious: "I expected you to come, but I didn't expect you to be there."

"Expected..." Baijiu understood instantly, "Are you also investigating that organization?"

"Of course." Belmode said lightly: "Your business is my business. I don't want to stay in the organization alone."

At the entrance of the emergency passage, six sturdy men in black suits surrounded the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister was fine and moved in an orderly manner.

"Knock!" The iron gate opened and they came to the parking lot.

"Squeak" a black Land Rover stopped in front of him, the Prime Minister and his wife were brought into the car, and the bodyguard looked around nervously.

The two men ran wildly from the platform and fled upwards along the spiral staircase.

Baijiu picked up a bunch of thin ropes and grabbed Vermouth's wrist, which was still as cold and smooth as ever.

"Is there anything you want to tell me now?" Baijiu asked.

"No, not yet," said Vermouth.

"You can keep up, right?" Baijiu looked back and said gently.

"No need to wait for me, I can do it perfectly." Vermouth lifted her skirt and looked down. Guards holding flashlights were coming one after another.

The Land Rover drove out from the underground. The Prime Minister looked a little ugly. Although the wound was only a scratch, it had a huge impact.

Now feeling a distinct burning sensation, the lady cast a distressed look at the Prime Minister and gently stroked his arm.

Special police officers on motorcycles were guarding on both sides in the rear.

"Hang!" Baijiu used his body to push open an iron door. They stood at the highest point of the theater. Vermouth trusted Baijiu very much and didn't ask any more questions.

Because liquor would definitely avert the danger, she just had to do it unconditionally.

After the white wine swirls around, a "tsk tsk" sound comes out of his mouth.

Vermouth noticed something was wrong with the liquor, and stretched out a finger, pointing to the other side, where there was a fulcrum for the rope.

"Let's go there," said Vermouth.

"So smart!" Baijiu touched the top of her head.

As soon as the words fell, they sped up their pace. After all, the police members were somewhat terrifying, and no matter how strong their organizational ability was, they would not be able to face such a situation.

It was of no use, I could only stare blankly.

What’s more, we are in a special period now.

The two men came to the connection point, threw the rope downwards, and then jumped down. The height was not high, only a little over two meters.

Vermouth sat on the steps.

He was about to open his arms when Vermouth spoke up, shaking her legs: "Shoes, help me take off my shoes."

Baijiu slapped his head subconsciously: "I forgot about this."

Although the height is not high, there is a high probability of spraining your feet if you fall from a height in high heels.

He easily took off the two shoes on Vermouth's feet, revealing her white and tender soles, but Baijiu didn't care at all.

After carrying her down, Vermouth did not put on her shoes immediately, but ran barefoot on the floor.

Baijiu came to the place she had designated just now, held the iron railing beside her, and looked down. The height was nearly ten meters.

Vermouth took out a tissue and simply wiped the sweat off his forehead. Baijiu took a deep breath and tied the rope to the top of the iron frame.

As a supporting point, he fixed it with force, "Squeak!" The iron frame was obviously loose, and Baijiu wanted to repair it.

But the entrance door they had just used to enter the top was opened, and a large number of police officers rushed in with flashlights.

Vermouth didn't waste a moment and jumped directly onto Baijiu, holding Baijiu's back tightly with both hands, and the two looked at each other face to face.

"Whoosh!" They fell to the ground along the ropes.

A large number of police cars were passing by on the street. Baijiu pretended to be calm, lifted part of her skirt and wiped the sweat from her hands.

Suddenly, Baijiu felt a chill on his spine, and a pair of terrifying eyes stared at him, "What did you do just now——"

"Bang!" The iron frame fell from behind them.

The two paused for half a second and observed the expressions of the people around them. Fortunately, no one noticed and instead glanced towards the police car.

Inside the Land Rover, the wife looked at the Prime Minister lovingly, "What if something happens to you?"

"I told you I'll be fine." The Prime Minister sighed.

"You do this again!" The lady looked like she was about to cry.

"Alright, alright." The Prime Minister patted his wife on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. I promised you that I would stay with you for the rest of your life."

The captain of the bodyguards looked away awkwardly.

Glancing at the briefcase below, suddenly, "sizzle!", some fire and smoke came out of the briefcase.

He suddenly felt a chill down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

“Stop the car now!!!”

"boom!!!"

The entire Land Rover caught fire and the flames engulfed them.

The entire square fell into chaos.