Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 661 Vermouth's Faked Death

"That arms dealer called Dubai. Did you ask me to find you?"

Baijiu nodded.

The police turned around and looked at the dead Cobolt and the content displayed on the screen. He snorted coldly: "How can we believe this?"

"Go to the hospital?"

Baijiu continued to nod weakly.

The news was playing on TV.

"According to other sources, although five days have passed, the dispute is still going on, and the eyewitnesses all insist that it was."

"The object is some kind of flying object."

"But Defense Department officials still stated that it was a meteorite, large enough to be visible to the naked eye during daylight hours."

Outside the tavern, Baijiu and Laohei were sitting outside chatting.

Lao Hei pinched his shoulder and asked, "Did you really say that?"

"That loud?"

He tried to imitate Baijiu's situation: "Mission accomplished!"

"Yes." Baijiu smiled slightly: "I said it."

Lao Hei raised his glass and drank it all, wiping the edge of his mouth: "You are still so old-fashioned, white wine."

"I can't imagine what that guy's expression was like."

"Hey, that's them." Lao Hei put down his wine glass and looked at Vermouth and his group who were rushing towards this side.

"Hey! Long time no see, Vermouth!"

"Hello." Vermouth smiled politely.

Baijiu introduced him to them enthusiastically: "This is an old friend of mine, you can just call him Laohei."

"And this is McAllen, and that is Rand."

Blackie smacked his lips. “I spent the entire weekend in San Francisco Bay, salvaging that piece of junk, all thanks to you guys.”

Lao Hei slowly stood up, and Baijiu said politely, "Hey, Lao Hei."

"That's not necessary. I'll definitely pay for this."

Lao Hei smiled and gestured: "Of course, see you in Afghanistan."

After saying this, he extended an international friendly gesture and left from everyone's sight.

"You're finally here." Baijiu crossed his legs.

Macallan had a solemn expression and looked at the liquor with a heavy heart.

"What's wrong?" Baijiu saw through it at a glance.

"That's it..." McCarron bit his lip and clasped his hands together. "I heard that the insurance company seems unwilling to pay compensation."

"The car you crashed, the liquor."

"No matter what you say, intentionally falling vertically from a height of 100 meters is not within the scope of its compensation."

Baijiu opened his mouth slightly: "Who would have thought of this?"

“Is your leg feeling better?” Vermouth pinched his thigh caringly, “Does it still hurt today?”

"At least I can still do something." Baijiu smiled.

"By the way!" McAllen moistened his throat and said, "I'm fine too!"

"Although, I haven't had a good rest since I came to the United States. Look at my eye bags and dark circles. They are so heavy."

Lant glared at him, signaling him to pay attention.

McCarron didn't understand what he meant, but continued: "Don't you understand? It's just cold sweats and waking up in the middle of the night."

“Everyone around us is so happy.”

McCarron lowered his voice and said, "They didn't even know that they were almost killed in a nuclear explosion."

Lant patted his head and covered his ears subconsciously. He didn't know how many times he had listened to his narration.

"And if it weren't for——"

"Shit luck?" Baijiu interrupted him: "Is that so?"

"Just think about it, we were completely defenseless, had no intelligence, no official recognition, and were the only ones functioning normally at the time, carrying out their mission."

"It's just our team." Baijiu led the group: "I don't know how we got together."

He looked at everyone: "But it seems to be the best outcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out three mobile phones from his pocket and placed them on the table one by one: "You can choose whether to carry out the mission."

"Um..." McCarron raised his hand first: "Let me say first, I'll join! To be honest, there shouldn't be any mission..."

He asked tentatively: "Will it be harder than the last time?"

"Hahaha!" McCarron laughed. "That...that's like a nuclear bomb, right?"

Because his laughter was so magical, everyone couldn't help but laugh along.

"Thanks, white wine." McAllen took the phone.

Seeing that Lant was still taking the phone, Vermouth stood up tactfully and pulled up McCarren, who was still a little confused.

Seeing this, Rant also prepared to get up and leave.

Baijiu said calmly: "Rant!"

He said firmly, "I won't take your phone away, Liquor Team Leader. I'm a little too tired."

"And..." Lant paused: "I don't think you want me to go on a mission."

"I know your wife died. I was in Croatia at the time. I had only one mission there. Just one!"

"It's my responsibility to protect her." He didn't dare to look Baijiu in the eye.

Baijiu smiled and looked at him meaningfully: "How do you know she is dead?"

Rant turned his head instantly, frowning.

"Did you find the body?" Baijiu asked back, "Or did you see it?"

"But you killed all those Serbs."

"Besides, you've been put in jail?!"

Baijiu stared into the distance: "That was just a lead to enter the prison."

“It’s a sacrifice I willingly make.”

"Rum told me that there are people from Cobolt in the prison."

"Besides." Baijiu couldn't help but raise his lips: "Didn't you notice that I have a special relationship with anyone in our group?"

Lant recalled, his eyes suddenly widened, with a look of sudden enlightenment: "You mean! You and her are————"

"Shh." Baijiu put his hand in front of his lips: "Yes."

"So when you killed those six Serbs, no one would suspect you."

Baijiu touched the tip of his nose and said, "This is a great opportunity, we can't waste it."

Lant felt relieved. He had felt guilty for so long and finally found out that he was the one who had been deceived.

Lant covered his face and laughed: "But the Minister of Port Wine did not tell me the truth."

"I went undercover in Lankao Prison, and I only put forward one condition."

"Don't let anyone know that this woman is a hypothesis I proposed."

"But..." Lant frowned: "But you told me."

Lant rubbed his face and changed the subject, asking, "So when did you know I was there?"

"After leaving India, I used Vermouth's connections to check your file."

"I see." Lan Te nodded: "So you have to pretend your wife's death."

"Yes. After all, carrying out operations abroad is different from carrying out operations at home. The intensity is obviously not the same."

"She was so determined to act with me, but it was unsafe and risky, just like this time."

"She had a wound to her abdomen."

"Only by faking her own death can she be safe."