Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 644 You want me to lie outside?

"That's easy." McAllen stood up from his seat and said excitedly.

Expressing his inner thoughts: "Let's steal the password and make a fake one."

He turned around and looked at Vermouth: "You come and pretend to be Pramya, and then sell the fake code to Eris, and then you'll be done."

Lant clenched his hands and said thoughtfully: "Then how can we steal the password from Pramya?"

McCarron said calmly: "Let's get rid of her."

The words were brief, straightforward, and went straight to the point. The atmosphere suddenly fell silent for a moment.

After all, the enemy they were facing was Pramya, a feared figure in the world.

Except for Baijiu and Vermouth, no one is willing to risk their lives and are 100% sure to get rid of Pramya.

McCarron tried to ease the atmosphere and added, "But it must have been done secretly."

"Do it secretly?" Lant snorted coldly.

"Yeah." McCarron nodded, suddenly realizing something, and touched his nose embarrassedly: "Oh yes, she is still useful, I understand, sorry."

Macallan raised his eyebrows and pointed at the liquor: "After all, our team leader said that we can't take chances. I just said it casually, and you can't just listen to me."

Baijiu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "We can't touch Eris."

"Okay." McAllen obeyed.

"At the same time, we can't touch Pramya." Baijiu continued.

Baijiu noticed Macallan's puzzled expression, patted him on the shoulder, and explained earnestly: "Hanajiu's revenge will be avenged."

"But we need to wait for the right time. We must get rid of Cobolt first."

"Okay, get ready to pack!"

“Only take what you need.”

"Bang!" All the cabinets in the carriage opened, and various sophisticated instruments and high-tech devices appeared in front of everyone.

"Of course, only bring what is necessary...that's not certain..." McAllen said to himself.

dubai.

Looking around, there is endless desert.

An off-road vehicle was speeding on the highway in the desert. McCarron raised his doubts again: "Even if we can impersonate Eris and Pramya."

"So how do you put them in different rooms, but make them believe they are in the same room?"

Baijiu raised his sunglasses in front of him and said, "We need to renovate the hotel. Eris will think that she has arrived at Pramia's suite."

"But." Baijiu tilted his head slightly, revealing a smile that showed he was in control: "In fact, he will walk into the room we prepared."

Vermouth pursed her red lips and used powder to embellish her face: "Then, I will pretend to be Pramya there."

"In the meantime, Macallan you will pretend to be Eris."

Macallan's eyes widened with excitement, revealing a childlike smile: "I can finally experience Vermouth's disguise technique in person."

Baijiu continued to arrange the plan: "Then meet the real Pramya."

"In that case." Lant frowned and rubbed the dust in his eyes: "What am I responsible for? I won't just sit in the car, right?"

"You?" McAllen held the corner of his sunglasses in his mouth and thought for a moment: "Just be my assistant!"

Afterwards, he continued to work on the computer to decipher the operation.

Lanter looked out the window, the breeze ruffling his hair. "Assistant, it's not bad actually."

He wiped the tip of his nose and sat up straight: "Okay, if I understand correctly, we are going to——"

Lant paused for a few seconds deliberately: "Burj Khalifa, the tallest skyscraper in the world."

"And you have to play with its structure so that two people think they're meeting there, but they're not."

"Is that so?" Lant asked Baijiu for confirmation.

Suddenly, Baijiu braked and made a sharp turn. Everyone in the car swayed from side to side like a ball of jam.

Baijiu gave a wicked smile and said, "Camels are very common in the desert."

As they spoke, the afterimage of the Burj Khalifa gradually emerged into everyone's sight.

At the foot of the Burj Khalifa, they changed into suits, held large luggage bags in both hands, and walked into the lobby.

The three of them entered the guest room, placed their bags on the table, unzipped them, and immediately, Baijiu took out the intercom: "Prepare for the dry cleaning room."

Vermouth was in the dry cleaning room, picking up a piece of clothing wrapped in a plastic bag: "I've got it done."

Lant swiped the screen of his phone and squinted his eyes: "Okay, there are still 34 minutes before the meeting."

Then he placed the phone flat on the table. McCarron stared at the computer in front of him and rubbed his eyes: "Wow... this."

He raised his hand, hunched his shoulders, and frowned slightly: "This... is a little troublesome, but don't worry too much."

"The main thing is that we have to enter the server room from outside."

Baijiu stopped what he was doing, stared at Macallan for a moment, then said, "What?"

McCarron explained with his hands dancing: "The firewall of the server in this building is military grade. I mean, it's actually quite simple."

"But I need to contact the headquarters of Matt Wine, but Matt Wine, like us, doesn't exist anymore. I can hack into it, but it will take too long."

Baijiu walked forward: "Then connect the wire and go in."

McCarron tilted his head. “We have to go through four floors of state-of-the-art security before we can get into the server room. There’s no way we can get in through the building.”

Lant roughly understood what he meant. He put his hands in his pockets and summarized: "That is to say, if we can't access the server, we can't control the elevator."

McCarron nodded and added: "And then there's no way to control the surveillance cameras."

Lant took a deep breath and glanced at Baijiu: "Then this operation will fail before it even starts."

McCarron shook his head: "Not really. I mean, we can go in from outside."

"We?" Baijiu grasped the key point.

"I...I am responsible for operating the computer." McAllen said hesitantly.

Lant immediately disassociated himself from the matter and spread his hands: "I am... just an assistant."

Rand: At this time, you have to pretend to be weak and behave like a well-behaved civilian.

Baijiu sighed silently, then rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Which floor is the server on?"

"Uh..." McCarron Tactical coughed: "On the 130th floor."

"What?" Baijiu stopped where he was and looked out the window: "130th floor?"

"Thank you so much."