Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 807 What is your relationship with that woman?

Ryan's voice was hoarse with an almost insane tone: "Your hands will be stained with blood! All of this is the result of your 'good intentions'!"

Baijiu frowned, lost in thought, chewing over every word Ryan said.

The scene fell into dead silence, with only the ticking sound of the second hand of the wall clock, which was particularly clear in the empty garage. This sound brought Baijiu back to his senses.

He glanced down at his watch, checked the time, and nodded to Lao Hei: "It's time."

"Done." Lao Hei responded and took out a tiny tracking chip from Ryan's neck with swift movements.

McAllen, who was standing next to Ryan, immediately moved and walked quickly to the back - where there was a shabby table barely supported by discarded stones.

On the table sat a black metal box.

McAllen opened the box and found a black drone with an exquisite structure lying quietly inside, with the exposed frame, motor and antenna clearly visible.

McAllen pressed the start button.

Lao Hei carefully placed the chip he had just taken out into a small black storage box above the drone's sharp wings, and then carefully closed the lid.

McLaren held the joystick, and the two blue and white light sources on the front of the drone suddenly lit up, and the propellers began to rotate at high speed, making a low hum.

The drone took off vertically, and then McLaren quickly switched the driving mode to automatic flight and set the preset destination coordinates.

The drone nimbly emerged from the opening on top of the abandoned garage and sped towards the tall buildings in the distance.

Everyone looked up and watched as the black shadow quickly shrank in their field of vision and finally disappeared.

After a few seconds of silence, what came was not a respite, but a more pressing crisis.

Suddenly, a shrill siren sounded outside.

The roar of the helicopter's propellers became clearer and clearer as it got closer and closer.

The air in the garage froze instantly and everyone held their breath.

McCarron looked the most panicked, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his eyes were full of confusion and self-doubt - did he mess up again?

In pursuit of extreme speed, he had significantly modified this drone, especially the wings...

He swallowed unconsciously, his fingers scratched his palms unconsciously, his toes curled uneasily in his shoes, his eyes fixed on the opening in the roof, an ominous premonition flashed through his mind: Could it be... it fell apart halfway?

"White wine...should we—" Macallan's voice trembled slightly.

Baijiu suddenly raised his hand, interrupting him. His gaze was sharp and determined, directed towards the garage entrance, and his tone was calm and reassuring: "Don't panic."

He paused, as if confirming something, and then said firmly, "They're gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to confirm his words, the shrill sound of the sirens actually began to weaken, and the roar of the helicopter propellers cutting through the air quickly became distant and blurred until it completely disappeared.

It turns out that the moment Blackie tore off the signal jammer from Ryan's neck, the French police would track the signal within ninety seconds.

At this moment, on the police surveillance screen, the signal point representing Ryan was moving at an incredible speed.

"........Is Ryan on a rocket? This speed doesn't look like a subway at all! Could he have been swept away by a flood? But the Seine River isn't here?!"

The police officers in the command center stared at the screen in disbelief.

There was no fear on Ryan's face, instead a cold, almost crazy flame of revenge was burning.

He seemed to be enduring something, gathering strength for the coming storm.

Baijiu didn't delve into the emotions in his eyes and decisively ordered Mojito: "Pull him up."

Mojito stretched out his big hand, grabbed Ryan's collar like a chick, and lifted him up.

The knotted muscles in his arms made his sleeves tight.

Ryan was forced to meet Baijiu's scrutinizing gaze.

Baijiu saw through the storm brewing in Ryan's heart and threatened him with a warning: "Now, you are mine."

Ryan didn't respond, but instead a subtle and cold curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The two looked at each other for less than half a second before Ryan was roughly dragged away by Mojito, his feet off the ground again.

Baijiu stared deeply at his dragged back with a complicated look in his eyes.

River Seine

The wide Seine River flows quietly in the sunset, and the water surface glows with a soft golden luster.

An ancient stone bridge spans the two banks, and the mottled stone arches and exquisite carvings tell the vicissitudes of history.

On the trail along the river, a man and a woman stood side by side, talking in low voices.

"You are full of surprises, Lark." The White Widow's voice was filled with sincere admiration, and her eyes fell on the well-defined profile of Baijiu.

Baijiu looked at the clear river water, his tone calm but with an unquestionable conclusion: "Your brother's plan was doomed to fail from the beginning. All his men will die, and Ryan... will also die in the crossfire."

The White Widow turned her head slightly, her eyes never leaving Baijiu's handsome face.

Her rosy lips were slightly parted, as if ready to receive a kiss at any time, and there was a hint of inquiry and appreciation in her eyes.

Baijiu's gaze was cast towards the bustling street on the other side. He shrugged, his tone relaxed with a hint of complacency: "The situation forced me to adapt to the situation."

The White Widow's voice was soft and gentle, full of curiosity: "Then why didn't you say it at the beginning?"

Baijiu raised his knees slightly, his shoes tapping lightly on the stone edge of the riverbank. He seemed to have anticipated her question and responded without hesitation: "Because I don't trust your people."

His eyes quickly swept to a place not far behind the trail - there were several tall men in suits standing there, and the one leading them, staring at the liquor with a fierce look, was Zola.

Although the distance was not close, Zola accurately captured Baijiu's comments about him from his subtle movements and eyes.

He moved his fist joints, making a slight "click" sound, his eyes full of warning.

The White Widow followed Baijiu's gaze and looked back.

The tense seriousness on Zola's face melted away instantly, and he forced out an extremely natural, even slightly flattering smile, and gestured to the White Widow.

She turned back, her gaze returning to the shimmering river, her tone filled with helplessness: "Family...what can I do with them?"

She sighed softly, then raised her eyes, her bright eyes looking directly at Baijiu, and put forward the core purpose of this meeting

——This is the real reason why she bought this “dumpling” for this “vinegar”: “So, where is Ryan now?”

Her eyes quickly swept across the river, then quickly returned to Baijiu's face, "He is definitely not at the bottom of the Seine."

Baijiu showed a meaningful smile, his voice as deep as an ancient well: "He is in my hands now, and he is very safe."

After answering the question, he immediately switched from defense to offense: "Where do I go to meet the 'believer'?"

The White Widow's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

After a few seconds, a barely perceptible coldness flashed in her eyes. She nodded slightly and cleverly changed the subject: "Let's talk about that woman."

Baijiu's brows subconsciously knitted slightly, and a look of confusion appeared on his face just right: "Which woman are you talking about?"

Although he knew that the widow was referring to Vermouth, he still maintained a just right level of confusion, like a student waiting for the teacher to announce the answer.

The White Widow said slowly, "She was with you at the Grand Palais in Paris."

She raised her left shoulder slightly, her eyes locked onto Baijiu's deep, almond-shaped eyes. Her tone was still gentle, but with an unavoidable question: "Just now, Zola saw her again."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but the light in her big eyes was not completely obscured: "She wants to kill Ryan."

She shook her head slightly, her face full of confusion and inquiry: "She had the opportunity to kill you, but she didn't do it... Why?"