Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 748 Welcome to join the liquor group

Baijiu was limping on the road, "Bang!" A burst of gunfire was heard from behind.

He looked behind him in the direction of the gunshot and saw that the person holding the gun was Ryan. He pursed his upper lip and looked at Baijiu with resentment on his face.

There was no bullet in Baijiu's gun, and he was injured. In front of the gun, his fists were nothing.

After thinking for a moment, Baijiu smashed the glass window in front of him and rushed inside. He had no time to care about the glass fragments on his body.

After rolling twice on the ground, he looked to the right and saw a small hole.

Hearing Ryan's approaching footsteps, Baijiu stood up immediately. There was only one step left. All he had to do now was to lead Ryan into the cave in front.

The moment Ryan stepped into the room, Baijiu burrowed into the hole like a gopher, the bullet scraped against the wall, and the shell fell into the hole.

Ryan was not a fool. He slowed down his pace and patrolled outside the cave entrance. He was worried that Baijiu would set up some obstacles. His finger was on the trigger.

Looking inside step by step, he heard bursts of wailing from Baijiu below. He was unable to stand up and it seemed that his legs would not be able to stand for a while.

However, Ryan did not take it lightly. He squatted down and looked around the liquor. After seeing that there was no ambush around, he finally let down his guard.

He jumped directly down from the cave entrance and looked down at Baijiu with a condescending expression.

"Face-to-face confrontation, as you wish, white wine." Ryan said with confidence of victory.

Baijiu begged for mercy, his body kept shrinking back, crying faintly, "Don't... don't come over..."

Ryan sneered: "Too late."

Suddenly, there was a glass blocking his way. He placed his palm in front of the transparent glass, and Brent's face appeared on the right.

Ryan reacted quickly and shot at Brandt's head, but only a faint bullet mark was left. Brandt looked at him calmly.

Ryan looked closely and saw Brent holding up a piece of glass.

"Hmph!" Another loud noise came from behind him, "Bang!" There were also faint bullet marks on the glass, and Lao He held the glass with both hands.

McCarron's reaction was reversed, and he stared at Ryan with a look of disdain.

At this moment, Ryan was like a figure in the figure cabinet, unable to resist or fight back. Baijiu put his hands in his pockets, watching Ryan who was trying to break the glass inside.

Baijiu said calmly: "This is bulletproof glass, it's useless."

Vermouth tore off the disguise mask, arrived in time, and stood behind Baijiu.

Baijiu: "It's not easy, I know."

"Everyone, this is Solomon Ryan."

"Mr. Ryan, this is the liquor team."

Ryan stared at Baijiu with those angry eyes, which contained more revenge and unwillingness, as if warning him about something. He opened his lips and said something.

Vermouth and Baijiu understood his lip language, and Macallan asked curiously, "What did he say?"

"Nothing." The two said in unison with serious expressions.

"Just pull down the switch as planned," said Baijiu.

"Okay." McAllen did as he was told and pressed the red button behind him.

A large amount of gas suddenly gushed out from Ryan's feet, exactly the same situation as Baijiu encountered at that time. Ryan didn't say anything, but just raised his arms high with an expressionless face.

He aimed at Baijiu's head and vented his anger until the magazine was empty and his entire body was completely covered by smoke. He relied on his remaining consciousness.

Looking at the liquor, he gritted his teeth and said, “You will regret it.”

Then he fell to the ground uncontrollably. McAllen pulled up the switch next to him, and the entire basement regained its luster.

There was a large truck parked in front. Baijiu and Vermouth worked together to push it over and into the storage box.

In the conference room of the North American Action Organization, Airplane Head and Brandt sat down in their familiar seats again.

"Director Hanley." The chairman called out to the guy with the airplane head who was sitting in a daze.

"Here!" This time the pilot's attitude was much slower, completely different from last time.

“Two weeks ago, you stood before the committee and demanded the disbanding of the liquor group and the banning of the liquor group leader,” the committee leader said.

"That's true, sir." The guy admitted generously without making any excuses.

"So how do you explain your testimony today?" asked the head of the committee.

"It's actually very simple. We have reason to believe that the Syndicate has seriously infiltrated our organization, both at the top and the bottom."

“It is a huge threat to both the organization and the entire world.”

"In order for our people to infiltrate the organization, his disguised identity must be absolutely reliable. The entire operation is known only to me and all members of the Baijiu Team."

The guy talked nonsense seriously, as if everything was true.

Brent was even more impressed by his acting skills, and was the actor who was delayed by the organization.

The head of the committee continued, “So, your previous request to abolish the liquor group was an elaborate ploy to expose this organization called the Syndicate?”

"That's right sir." The crew cut smirked.

"Is this also the reason why you came here today and requested to restart the liquor group and restore the liquor free man?" asked the head of the committee.

"Yes sir." The airplane head was still smirking.

The committee leader and other committee members looked at each other and murmured.

After discussing for a while, the team leader said, "I'm afraid our committee does not support your approach, Chief Hanley."

The crew cut smiled and said, "Special cases deserve special treatment, Mr. Chairman."

He was at a loss for words after hearing the chairman's words. He changed the subject and looked at Brent who was sitting next to the nose of the plane: "And you, Mr. Brent."

"How are you going to prove this is a scam?" the chairman asked.

Brandt kept a straight face: "I can neither confirm nor deny the details of any such action unless I have the Minister's permission."

The two of them avoided each other's eyes, and Brandt kept his mouth tight, afraid that he would be exposed by laughing.

In the end, the committee leader had no choice but to restore the rights of the liquor group.

Although there are doubts everywhere, they can be explained clearly.

After the meeting, the two walked side by side in the corridor of the headquarters.

Brent took the initiative to say, "Welcome to the liquor team, Mr. Minister."