Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 714 Reincarnation of the Dirty Land

On the seventh day after the disbandment of the Baijiu Group, North American Technology Headquarters.

Because Macallan had been a member of the liquor team, he was given special care by his superiors and placed in a prominent location at a crossroads, surrounded by office members.

He sat upright, with three screens in front of him and wearing headphones. It seemed that he was blocking out the noise, but he was actually secretly listening to a book.

He tore open a piece of chewing gum. It was sent to him by Vermouth from Tokyo. Of course, she couldn't use her real name, so it was anonymous.

They communicated by sending each other chewing gum, and because both of their cell phones were monitored by their superiors, the chat records were public.

There is absolutely no privacy.

Even Vermouth is supervised by her superiors, and the reason behind this is said to be related to the invisible big hand of Rum.

As for the farce involving Baijiu, Gin, as the former team leader, is actively negotiating, and everyone is providing testimony for Baijiu.

As for Karasuma Renya, he remained silent, and the reason behind it is unknown.

It seems to be the next big move. The North American headquarters has been overtaking in recent years, and the regional minister seems to have a good relationship with Rum.

Macallan was chewing gum. He was very confident in Baijiu. He believed that Baijiu would definitely prove its innocence, so slacking off in the company every day was his biggest resistance.

He opened Call of Duty, and the computer automatically switched to e-sports mode. He quietly inserted the collector's edition controller that Baijiu bought for him as a reward.

Using the small mirror below, he noticed a suspicious man driving towards him from behind. He immediately took off his headphones and switched to the work page.

He tapped the keyboard as if nothing had happened, pretending to be working, without blushing or beating his heart, and "pop" the man put a document on McAllen's desk.

He raised his eyes to glance at the man's appearance, took a long breath, and switched to the game interface again. As long as he was not the team leader, there would be no problem.

After the game was over, when McCarron was about to go to the bathroom, he finally remembered the document on his desk.

McAllen opened the file and found an envelope inside. He flipped through it, examined it, and thought to himself: Could it be that it was sent by the head of the liquor team?

He opened the envelope and found a ticket inside. He opened three tickets and saw the Vienna Theater with the caption: You win.

Macallan sneered and thought to himself: The liquor team leader shouldn't be so boring.

No, McAllen's eyes widened. Before they parted, Baijiu had specifically told him that he would take the initiative to find him after a week.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the landline phone next to me, "Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!"

"Hello, this is McAllen." He answered the phone.

Now he hopes it is white wine, but also hopes it is not white wine.

Because the new season starts the day after tomorrow, he plans to use these two days to continue to gain points.

He wiped his face with his palm and heard the panting sound on the other end of the phone. McAllen immediately had the answer in his mind. The person calling was not the head of the liquor team.

But the worst case scenario is that the top management of the North American headquarters would come to him for a secret talk.

"Now's the time, isn't it?" McCarron said straight to the point.

He hung up the phone reluctantly. Although he secretly hoped that it was Team Leader Baijiu, there was no way Baijiu would be stupid enough to contact him so openly.

Then, after looking around, McAllen left his seat.

North American headquarters, inside the conference room.

"I want to ask you some questions." The secretary of the Minister of Operations came into the huge conference room. McCarron was sitting in his seat obediently like a primary school student.

"I know, and I will answer truthfully." McAllen nodded, then took out a machine from his black briefcase. It was a lie detector.

"Then you will make me lie intentionally." His eyes were attracted by the female secretary, who had a very beautiful and charming figure.

"Tell me your name." The female secretary said lightly.

"Um... King of Earth." McAllen tilted his head, and the polygraph screen fluctuated noticeably. "See? That's a lie."

Then, Macallan folded his arms and said calmly: "In fact, I am not the king at all. My brother is-"

"Ahem!" McAllen immediately stopped smiling and straightened his body.

Because the operations chief was walking quickly, and the former team member Brent was following behind him.

The only time McCarron was caught was when he was caught by the Minister of Operations, and that was during McCarron's promotion match.

For this, he still holds a grudge against the Minister of Operations, because since that time, he has been on the losing end of the losing streak and suspects that the Minister has stolen his luck.

"Has Baijiu contacted you?" asked the Minister of Operations.

"Why did he contact me?" McAllen said expressionlessly.

"As his former teammate, you can't be unaware of Baijiu's reappearance, this time in Cuba."

Brent put the box on the table with a loud noise, which seemed to be filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

After all, he is in Cao's camp but his heart is with Han. He does not recognize his current superior at all and just treats him as a tool.

The Minister of Operations, the one with the crew cut, just glanced and didn't say anything.

As an old fox who has been in the workplace for a long time, he knows too well the thoughts of his subordinates.

It’s just that the information at hand is more important now, and he doesn’t have the time to take care of it.

The Minister of Operations took the documents and threw them in front of McCarron: "Leave these things and tell me what you think of them."

These documents were all wrapped in plastic. He glanced at them quickly and didn't care about them. On the one hand, he couldn't understand them, and on the other hand, he was afraid of dragging down the liquor.

"I don't know." McAllen shrugged. "Is he cutting newspapers?"

"Look at these pictures, McCarron." The Minister of Operations tapped the table with his fingers, hinting indirectly that McCarron should tell the truth.

Don't play tricks on him. The operations minister then spread out the paper containing the photos, which turned out to be a group of unfamiliar large portraits.

McCullen took a look and frowned. He really didn't know who these people were.

He is just a technician, belonging to the Organization and Technology Department.

"These people used to be affiliated with the winery. Among them are grassroots members, code-named members, and undercover agents from other organizations lurking in the winery."

"All of them are either missing or dead. Every single one of them."

"What you mean is..." McAllen bit his fingers, looking thoughtful.

"these people."

"All of them have been reborn from the dirty world?"