Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 850 The person we are looking for is called Vermouth

Gin walked slowly across the center of the conference room like a pacing cheetah. His voice was low and oppressive: "The point is, the other major countries in the world believed it."

He glanced at the crowd, "India, Germany, South Korea, the UK... these countries all chose to believe this rumor about the key."

"But no one—"

He paused abruptly, his voice cold. "Even our closest allies, the regional branches of the organization, haven't revealed a single word to us."

"This just proves," he suddenly raised his hand, pointing to the cross-shaped key on the screen behind him, "that the whole world is secretly working to obtain this key. Whether it's external forces or certain individuals within the organization."

"The goal of every country involved in this game is not to 'get rid of' it, understand?"

Gin's gaze pierced the blond man like an ice cone, "But they all want to turn it into an ultimate weapon."

"And use this power to establish a new global ruling order that no one can check and balance."

"Fellow executives," Gin's eyes swept across the faces of everyone present like a scalpel, "You chose not to betray the organization and go it alone. Aren't you also coveting the absolute power that the 'Intelligence Body' can bring?"

"You're staying here not out of loyalty to the organization," he said, his eyes half-closed, his words like a venomous snake, "but to leverage the organization's vast resources to seize the key."

"Once we have the key..." Gin's hand silently reached inside his windbreaker and pulled out a pistol with a cold, hard metallic sheen. His finger rested casually on the trigger guard. "...another bloody internal cleanup is inevitable."

His murderous eyes slowly swept across each face: "I don't want to... have to deal with any of you personally."

"Hey, hey, don't make the atmosphere so awkward!" Jagermeister wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and kicked the empty bottle casually to the corner of the wall. "Let's do this now before we become enemies..."

"The real thing is to hurry up and figure out how to get that damn key!" He burped loudly. "You're right. Even after we get the key, we'll definitely have to fight a tough battle."

"So while we're still 'colleagues,'" Jager rubbed his hands together, a smile of almost naive anticipation that was completely out of place with the atmosphere, "is there anyone willing to be so kind as to get me two more bottles of whiskey?"

The blond man waved his hands helplessly, automatically filtering out Jäger's drunken words.

"Although I also want to pull out a gun when you're spouting nonsense," the blond man gently pushed up the frame of his glasses on his nose, his tone turning serious, "but you're right about one thing."

"Our top priority right now is how to find the key? What is the specific plan?" He cut straight to the point.

"We've received intelligence," Gin continued, his voice returning to its cold, hard tone. "A buyer will be traveling through a specific area in the Middle East within the next 72 hours. We believe he's already obtained half of the keys."

"You 'believe'?" The usually silent head of the Self-Defense Forces couldn't help but question it, his tone cautious.

Gin explained calmly, "Of course, at this point we can't be 100% sure of the authenticity of that half key."

"Then, how do we verify it?" The blond man immediately asked the key question.

"The only way to verify the authenticity of one half of the key," Gin replied clearly, "is to find and obtain the other half. Only two genuine keys can fit perfectly."

Bourbon very tactfully switched the screen images to show how the two keys fit together perfectly to form a complete cross.

"This is an ancient but effective safety mechanism." Gin said calmly.

There was no trace of greed for power in his eyes, only an almost pure and resolute determination to find his goal.

"So, how do we find our other half?" the blond man asked.

"We believe that the other half of the key..." Gin used the remote control to switch the screen, and a high-definition photo of a woman suddenly appeared, "is in this woman's hands."

"I think everyone here is familiar with this woman." Gin said calmly.

The woman on the screen has stunningly delicate features and a mysterious and cool temperament.

"How could it be her?" Jäger frowned and muttered softly.

The blond man couldn't help but lament the injustice of God.

Why is it that some people are as beautiful as fallen angels, while others... look so... well... whatever they want?

While thinking, the blond man glanced at Jäger subconsciously, but immediately looked away and changed the subject, asking, "Who is she?"

"Vermouth," Gin's voice was calm, as if introducing an insignificant code name, "the most mysterious woman in the organization."

"She was briefly affiliated with my action team, and later transferred to join another team." His tone was flat, as if he was recounting an old story that had nothing to do with him. This former team member now sounded like a stranger to him.

"Vermouth...?" The blond man savored the name. Judging from his expression, it seemed like he was truly noticing her for the first time. "Where is she now?"

"She's dead," Gin announced expressionlessly, his tone as calm as if he were reporting the death of an unknown person. "She died in the desert."

"Dead?" Several suppressed exclamations were heard simultaneously in the conference room.

However, Bourbon and Snow Tree had intriguing expressions on their faces.

They half-closed their eyes in tacit understanding, exchanged a thoughtful glance, and then quickly looked away, as if secretly trying to figure out the truth behind the news.

"Holy shit!" Jäger slammed the table and stood up excitedly. "Who the hell did this?! How could they do this to such a beautiful woman?!"

"If it were me!" he shouted drunkenly, waving his arms. "I would definitely behave like a gentleman! There's no way I'd let her go, but at least... I definitely wouldn't kill her!"

"Yeah," James interrupted with a sneer, "Given your habits, you will definitely invite her back to your so-called 'secret base' and treat her well, right?"

"Believe it or not, I will beat you to death right now!" Jäger clenched his fists like an angry child. It was unclear whether he was really drunk or just his nature.

"Quiet." Gin gave them a cold look, the murderous aura enough to freeze the air. "I don't want to be like a kindergarten teacher trying to maintain order here."

"Sorry, sorry..." Jäger immediately backed off, shrugged, and slumped back into his chair. "Go on, go on..."

"According to the mission report, she was killed by a group of mercenaries," Gin stated based on the intelligence tablet in his hand, "the so-called 'bounty hunters'."

"Who offered the reward?" The blond man chased after him like a curious baby.

Gin gave him a meaningful look and said slowly, "Given her special and complicated identity...it could be anyone."

"There are so many people who want her to disappear."