Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 743 This Face Slap

"Indeed, Mr. Prime Minister, I assure you." Aintree's speech became rapid.

The Prime Minister interrupted him, "However, that's not what the British Central Intelligence Agency, to which you belong, says."

"I don't understand." The guy with the airplane head couldn't help but interrupt.

Aintree automatically ignored his words: "Mr. Prime Minister, your life is in danger. I think our first priority is to take you to a safe place."

"Sir." Brent couldn't bear it anymore and called out to Antree.

"Do you know Solomon Lane?" Brant looked at the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister lowered his head and fell into reminiscence: "Yes, unfortunately, I know this man."

The atmosphere at the scene fell into an unprecedented silence and awkwardness. Aintree swallowed his saliva and thought about how to continue his defense.

The pilot figured out the right and wrong, turned around and questioned Antree: "So, the Syndicate really exists."

"That's right." The Prime Minister said calmly, "This plan was proposed by Director Aintree from within the organization and other national intelligence departments."

“Pay high prices to hire hired agents, provide them with brand new identities, and let them eliminate foreign enemies cleanly and efficiently.”

"The funds for the operation were hidden overseas in a virtual red box that only I could control, which allowed me to play judge, jury and executioner at the same time."

"And without taking any responsibility, I explicitly rejected this proposal. Moreover, I made sure that this proposal was killed in the planning stage—"

Aintree couldn't stand it anymore. He realized that if he didn't make any more excuses, he would be completely hammered to death. He had to resist.

Aintree spoke faster and explained the doubts one by one: "Mr. Prime Minister, there is no syndicate organization. They were all fooled by that woman."

"Antelli." The Prime Minister spoke very firmly, completely disregarding Antelli's face, and shouted: "Save these words for the hearing."

After saying this, the Prime Minister stood up from his seat in anger.

The pilot gave the Prime Minister some advice, using his body to block the Prime Minister: "Sir, please do not leave this room."

"Get out of the way." The Prime Minister continued forward.

"Please." The nose of the plane prevented him from moving.

"The man named Baijiu has received professional training. He is the strongest fighter in the organization. He is a member from the Tokyo headquarters." The man with the haircut wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"And you may not know that he also has two super hacker assistants. For them, hacking into the system is as easy as drinking water."

"He also has an extremely mysterious girlfriend, the Thousand-Faced Witch Vermouth, you should have heard of her."

"Baijiu is a man who will never give up until he achieves his goal. No one can match him. No countermeasures can work on him. There is no secret that he cannot dig out."

"There is no defense he cannot penetrate, and no one he cannot disguise."

The pilot took a deep breath and said, "Based on that man's intelligence, he may have anticipated this conversation and is waiting for us to take action and then attack."

"Sir." The man with the airplane head advised earnestly: "White wine is the embodiment of fate in the world, and you are his mission."

"Mr. Prime Minister." Aintree decided not to act anymore. He took out a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at the Prime Minister's chest. "Bang!"

A sting needle was inserted into his chest. The Prime Minister fell vertically on his seat, covering his chest, and fell into a coma instantly.

Seeing that the Prime Minister had not yet landed, Aintree immediately pointed the gun at the nose of the plane.

Antry tore off the hood, revealing Baijiu. He looked at the man in front of him. The man in front of him was obviously stunned. He never expected that the man in front of him would be Baijiu.

"White wine..." the man with the airplane head spoke slowly.

"Sir, please leave the Prime Minister." Baijiu took off the voice changer hanging around his neck, returned to his original magnetic and sexy voice, and walked politely to the front of the plane.

The airplane head obeyed obediently. He knew that he was no match for Baijiu in terms of strength and force. Baijiu then signaled to Brent with his eyes.

"It's finally my turn." Brent moved his neck. He had been waiting for this for a long time.

He also obediently walked forward, walked straight to the Prime Minister, and took off the stun needle on the Prime Minister's chest: "Relax, sir, everything will be fine."

"Aintree shot me," the Prime Minister said in a daze.

He spoke hesitantly, and Feijitou roughly understood the situation. The white wine was not a sedative, but a truth serum.

"Yes sir," Brent said gently.

Baijiu took out a tool from his arms and handed it to Brandt. It was a small round tool and a rectangular glass similar to a mirror.

The man with the airplane head looked at the muzzle of the gun held by Baijiu and admonished him calmly: "Baijiu, you have to know that you have not only betrayed the organization now."

"This is about the international situation. You are worsening the relationship between Britain and the United States to the level of the American Revolutionary War, do you know that?"

Baijiu replied in a nonchalant tone: "Special treatment for special cases, sir."

On the other side, inside the temporary base of liquor.

Lao Hei was sitting alone at his desk with a computer in front of him.

"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!" The phone rang on the desk.

"Finally you're here." Lao Hei was eager to try, so he picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

"I'm here." said Lao Hei.

"Be prepared to receive instructions." Baijiu reminded.

"I'm ready." Lao Hei replied.

"Squeak!" Outside the government building, a black SUV stopped on the side of the road and a man opened the door and got out. He was Antree.

He quickened his pace and ran quickly towards the gate. He looked at the guard at the gate and said, "The Prime Minister asked me to come here to see him."

"This way, sir." The guard led him inside.

Brent picked up the small circular tool and scanned the Prime Minister's pupils, while uploading the data to Old Black's computer screen.

Lao Hei inserted the USB drive into the interface and typed on the keyboard calmly and calmly.

"Retinal scan, confirm." Lao Hei said.

"Excuse me, sir." Brent squatted down, manually opened the Prime Minister's palm, and spread it flat on the mirror-like glass.

While scanning, Brandt placed his hands on his wrists and said half-jokingly, "Your hands are really warm."

"Biometrics, confirmed." Lao Hei said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of text popped up on the computer screen: "The prompt word is "Kipling"."

Baijiu looked at Brent, took out a device from his arms and threw it into his hand.

At this time, the real Antry walked through the banquet crowd, entered the corridor, and ran quickly towards the room where the liquor was.