Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 747: Fighting with Vermouth

But the good times didn't last long, as two beams of light shone behind them.

Vermouth looked behind her and saw a black car speeding towards them, with the distance getting shorter and shorter.

Baijiu shouted, “Leave them alone.”

They turned a corner and came to a narrow alley. The car was forced to stop. The bald man left the parking space and walked behind the liquor.

Baijiu continued to move forward according to the map in his mind and came to the side of the road.

He stopped for only half a second, then ran across the road while the traffic was moving, with Vermouth following behind him.

The two ran all the way and went into an alley again. Unexpectedly, the enemy had already figured out Baijiu's routine and was waiting for him at the exit in advance.

Two beams of light shone towards the two people, and Vermouth said calmly, "Which way?"

"Be careful!" Baijiu grabbed Belmode and said, "Follow me."

"Bang! Bang!" Two bullets shattered the car window glass.

The two turned into a narrow tunnel again, and two bodyguards came in slowly with pistols in hand, but there was no trace of Baijiu and Belmode.

For the sake of safety, they moved forward cautiously. After all, Baijiu was most likely ambushing them and taking them by surprise. However, Ryan had heard about this.

The expected thing happened just when they were about to retreat.

Baijiu and Vermouth flashed in front of the two men like two ghosts. Before their fingers pulled the trigger, their brains went blank.

A vehicle stopped at the entrance of the alley. Less than half a second after it stopped, Baijiu snatched the gun from the dead bodyguard's hand, and both of them pulled the trigger at the same time.

"Bang! Bang!" The two people in the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat were bleeding profusely.

There was another car parked in the yard ahead. Vermouth pulled the trigger expressionlessly. "Bang, bang!" Two shots echoed in the yard again.

Baijiu leaped over the roof of the car and hid in an alley again.

The two men leaned against the wall and adjusted their strength. This run consumed a lot of energy. Baijiu was changing the magazine, while Vermouth was looking at Baijiu's profile.

Without saying anything, there was a big downhill slope ahead. Baijiu and Vermouth looked at each other. She understood Baijiu's intention and quickly ran away along the stairs.

The bodyguard following behind drove towards Vermouth. Suddenly, Baijiu, who was hiding in the dark, was like a fierce bull and directly knocked the bodyguard away, "Bang!"

The bodyguard dived into the nearby window, and the two of them hugged each other and rolled into the residential building. A lot of glass debris scratched Baijiu's face.

Vermouth looked into the house, concerned about Baijiu's injuries. The moment her head popped out, the bald man took out a pistol and shot at Vermouth's head.

Fortunately, Vermouth reacted quickly, otherwise she would have died in Britain.

She walked up the stairs quickly. The bald man had been unhappy with her for a long time, and his desire to kill him reached its limit when he just walked up the stairs.

Baijiu and the bodyguard rolled out from the other window again.

At the moment of falling, Baijiu grabbed a piece of glass in his hand and suddenly inserted it into the bodyguard's neck. Blood immediately splattered all over Baijiu's face.

He simply wiped the blood stains in front of his eyes, took staggering steps, and limped towards the direction where Vermouth left.

On the other side, the bald man followed Vermouth's trail and came to a church. It was eerily quiet inside. He looked around and took every step carefully.

Vermouth hid behind a pillar in the dark, observing the bald man's every move.

Wherever the bald man passed by, Vermouth immediately hid there. With just her fists, she was no match for the bald man.

If you want to defeat him, you can only use skills.

Vermouth's brain was working quickly. This bald man only had strong physical strength, but his IQ was about the same as that of an elementary school student.

She kept moving and hiding in different positions on the pillars, holding the dagger tightly in her hand. With the bald man's back turned, Vermouth walked forward quickly and quietly.

While the bald man was still searching carefully, Vermouth swooped over and slashed the dagger towards his back, but the height was still a little short.

Because the man is just too tall, but the bald man just has no brains.

Vermouth was thrown to one side like a chicken, and rolled on the ground. The impact was so great that she rolled for more than three seconds.

The bald man wiped the blood off his back, and Vermouth stood up and gripped the hilt of the knife again.

The bald man saw Vermouth in a fighting stance. He tilted his head and also held the hilt of the knife. "Now let's see what you can really do."

Vermouth made a disdainful "tsk" sound and did not choose to answer. Instead, she just pushed forward. She was too lazy to talk nonsense with the bald man. She just wanted to end the fight quickly.

The bald man stabbed Vermouth in the chest. Vermouth dodged and then, like a fencer, kept retreating against the bald man.

The whole battle was led by Vermouth, but Baijiu chose to believe Vermouth and ran wildly through the street with a drizzle in the sky.

"Squeak!" A black car was parked behind.

Baijiu looked back, and sure enough, as Baijiu guessed, it was that man. Ryan opened the car door and stared at Baijiu.

Baijiu ignored him and continued running forward.

On the other side, Vermouth was still fighting fiercely with the bald man.

The bald man accidentally pushed Vermouth's shoulder with his palm, "Bang!" His strength was so great that Vermouth felt as if her spine was broken.

However, she had no time to care about the wound and quickly turned her body to the left. Half a second late, the blade had already pierced her forehead.

Vermouth kept struggling with the bald man. The huge difference in their body sizes was both a disadvantage and could also be used as an advantage. Vermouth relied on her petite body.

The blade shuttled back and forth around him, scraping his legs, shoulders and hands. Although the wounds were not big, many parts of his body were injured.

The longer the time drags on, the better it will be for Vermouth.

As the saying goes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change. The bald man didn't seem to realize that he was trapped in Vermouth's rhythm. He was just caught in a nameless anger.

He was angry and confused as to why he, who clearly possessed great martial power, could not defeat the woman in front of him.

He had no time to think. He used all his strength, shouted at the top of his lungs, and with his hand on the hilt of the knife, he rushed towards Vermouth like a car out of control.

Vermouth sneered, "A fool is a fool."

When the man was less than fifty centimeters away from her, Vermouth suddenly stretched out her calves and exerted force, suspended in the air, with her two thighs firmly fixing the bald man's neck.

The bag was locked around his throat, and the whole person was sitting on top of the bald man.

Then, she grasped the hilt of the knife, "Swish!"

With the crisp sound of breaking bones, the blade pierced into the bald man's head.