Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 600: Two Movie Kings Duel

Chapter 600: Two Movie Kings Duel

"Oh my god, isn't that right?"

Baijiu recalled in his mind: "He was at the embassy that night."

He followed Mello's idea and began to deduce based on the premise that Lunfjiu was an undercover agent, showing his true acting skills: "First, he killed Jack in the elevator shaft."

Melo, however, felt a little uneasy. His eyes flickered left and right, trying to avoid Baijiu's gaze, and he felt a little guilty.

Baijiu frowned: "Then I shot you on the bridge."

Several gunshots echoed in Baijiu's ears, and his mind automatically appeared with Mello shooting at him, and he deliberately pretended to be shot.

Use the plasma installed inside the gloves to create a scene of being attacked.

Afterwards, he deliberately pointed the camera at his bloody hands so that Baijiu could witness it with his own eyes to prove that he had been attacked and thus protect his identity.

Melo couldn't help but purse his lips when he heard that. As an experienced man, after listening to Baijiu Cihan's murderous tone, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously.

"Someone must have helped him to kill Bloody Mary and Yashili at the iron gate."

The image of the burly man appeared in Baijiu's mind. When they were alone in the room, the dagger in his hand completely overlapped with the wound marks on Yashili's body.

"So...how did he deal with Bloody Mary?" Baijiu's eyes widened.

Baijiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva. There was only one possibility left, that was Danajiu, the one who survived the group. He pressed the detonator in his hand and blew up the car in front of him.

“No, no, no.” Baijiu supported his forehead with his hand, thinking of other possibilities: “He can kill Bloody Mary by himself.”

Baijiu once again fell into imagination in his mind. Merlot surfaced from the river, supported himself with his hands, leaned against the shore, looked at the time on his wrist, and counted down silently in his mouth.

Seize the opportunity, press the button in your hand, and control the car next to you to explode.

Let Baijiu, who came to inform his teammates, witness it with his own eyes.

Baijiu's eyes became firm as he stared at Merlot: "Why?"

"Why?" Baijiu suppressed the anger in his heart: "Why?"

Melo sighed calmly, picked up a towel and wiped his sweaty forehead: "As long as you figure it out, Baijiu, you will know that all this is inevitable."

"No permanent friends, only permanent interests."

"There is no longer any secret that can be guaranteed to be known by only one person."

Melo chuckled, with a look of disillusionment: "There are no more tasks that don't need to be reported. In the end, overnight, how will the President of the United States handle national affairs?"

"We don't need the opinions of our organization members."

"That damn guy, how can this be possible?" Mello snorted coldly: "Now you know that there is no hope."

What Mello said was very realistic. In a sense, he was not a traitor, but just a veteran of the organization who thought too much.

He smiled helplessly and shook his head: "You are just a piece of scrap hardware, you don't need to upgrade, and your wife at home is not loyal to you, so talk to each other."

"The annual salary offered by the organization is pitifully low. At least in our part of Eastern Europe, the salary is very low."

Melo turned and counterattacked, crossed his legs, and said calmly: "We must settle the score with that damned top."

Baijiu folded his arms and leaned back: "We don't need to go, he will find it himself."

Melo raised his doubts and asked, "Then...why would he do this?"

Baijiu said firmly: "Based on what he didn't find in Prague, the undercover list."

Melo was a little surprised and was stunned for a moment: "Oh my God...white wine."

He patted Baijiu's shoulder and praised sincerely: "You are really great."

Baijiu declined his compliment, moved his palm to the side, held the paper cup in his hand, and said seriously: "Delivery will be made on the high-speed train in France tomorrow, from London to Paris."

Melo added: "Going there... the security there is tight and guns can't be brought in, which is very beneficial for us."

Baijiu touched his nose and said, "As long as I bring the undercover list to Max, Max will bring Job to me."

"The strong man and Dana will get in the car with me, and the black man will be in charge of flying the helicopter to take us out of Paris."

Baijiu clearly realized that apart from himself and Laohei, no one was worthy of his trust.

On the other hand, Melo appeared calm on the surface but was ecstatic in his heart. He thought he had completely gained Baijiu's trust and could easily extract information from him.

Melo changed the subject: "I was waiting for you to show up at the cafe. Baijiu."

"And then... I saw her."

"Standing in the rain, she is still alive and still so beautiful."

"But she thought I was dead. God knows what she has to do to forget me, move on, and complete her mission."

Melo held Baijiu's hands tightly and looked at him sincerely: "Don't let her know that I'm still alive, Baijiu."

"No one can know until this is over."

Baijiu had expected this, so he naturally continued his topic: "You're probably right."

Melo took a deep breath and said heavily: "We have gambled too much."

Baijiu changed the subject and raised his upper eyebrow, "Once we leave the safe house, Melo, you should go in and have a good rest. We will call you when we arrive in Paris."

"No problem." Melo shook hands and formally started the cooperation.

Baijiu returned to the attic where he was, sat in front of the computer screen, tapping on the keyboard, editing a message to Max and contacting him.

[Rest with the princes who have gold and fill their houses with silver.]

【Meet at noon tomorrow on the French high-speed rail. 】

【Sit in seat 27, take Job with you. 】

Danajiu looked at Baijiu who was soaking wet and asked with concern: "What happened?"

Baijiu thought for a moment and said, "I sent a message to Max, and we'll meet the day after tomorrow."

Danajiu trusted Baijiu very much and nodded silently: "Okay."

Elsewhere, inside the Tower Bridge of London, an armed fighter jet landed in an open space, and Lunf and Bahn walked off the plane in a dashing manner.

"Sir." An old man in a dark blue suit came forward to greet him.

He handed a piece of sealed kraft paper to Lunfujiu: "Sir, your letter."

"It passed security check. There are electronic devices, but no explosives."

Lunfujiu opened the envelope and squinted at the contents.

The content is very concise, just three short words.

French high-speed rail.

London Station.

noon.

There were two high-speed rail tickets tucked under the envelope.