Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 739: Vermouth's Inner Heart

Baijiu raised an eyebrow and motioned for Vermouth to follow him.

"Are you sure that woman is Vermouth?" Brent raised his sunglasses and said, "I feel like this disguise mask is not as good-looking as the real person."

McCarron's voice came from the headset, "I think so too."

Baijiu and Vermouth came to a dessert shop and sat down one after another.

Baijiu leaned back, resting his hands on his thighs, and sighed: "I have to say, your driving skills are pretty good."

"Do I need to tell you that?" Vermouth said proudly.

"Liquor--"

"I know what you are doing. There is nothing you can do about it." Baijiu interrupted Belmode, "I just want to say this."

"I understand you, so I won't say much." Baijiu looked at her.

"Yes." Vermouth smiled: "He said you will understand."

"Who is he? Are you referring to Ryan?" Baijiu asked.

"No, it's Antree." Vermouth responded.

"That's my manager at the British Intelligence Agency." Vermouth didn't hide anything. "That's why I was able to investigate the identities of this woman and man."

Baijiu simply nodded. He trusted Vermouth very much and did not have any worries or doubts in his heart.

He asked, "Didn't he ask you to go back?"

"Even if you give him the hard drive now." Baijiu said.

"You and I both know that it is empty." Vermouth smiled.

"Or...neither you nor I know." Vermouth changed the topic.

"No! Wait a minute, Team Leader Baijiu!" Macallan's urgent voice came from the earphone. He put down the newspaper in his hand, "Belmode is definitely lying!"

McCarron asserted, "I assure you, Liquor Team Leader! The hard drive she took from me was definitely not empty!"

“Maybe she’s not Vermouth! But someone else in disguise!”

Baijiu continued to ask: "Have you been holding it all the time?"

Vermouth responded to the scene of her meeting with Antree, and suddenly, as if she had expected something, a cold sweat broke out on her back.

She swallowed, lowered her head and looked to the side: "They don't care whether you live or die."

"But you know I will give it to him." Vermouth rested her elbows on the table.

"I hope you will." Baijiu said.

"I hope that will allow you to extricate yourself." Baijiu grabbed Vermouth's wrist.

"Wait..." McCarron's voice came from the headset again, "So Ryan doesn't have a hard drive now, right?"

"And then we have it in our hands." McAllen's mind worked quickly.

"I have a question." Brent lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, looking at the newspaper in his hand: "Of course, don't be angry, Liquor Team Leader."

"I'm really just expressing my confusion." Brent prepared to stack his armor in advance: "If the hard drive is empty."

"Why is Vermouth still alive? She can't be said to be alive, so why can she still meet us?"

Brent said plausibly, "Normally at this time, she would have been kidnapped to some secret place in the basement."

"Unless..." Brent stroked his chin and thought.

"Lane wants us to find her," he concluded.

Baijiu asked, "Who are you working for now? I'm asking seriously."

"Turn off the headset temporarily." Vermouth looked at his right ear.

"The moment I said this, I was already closed," said Baijiu.

“A lot.” Vermouth smiled and said directly: “I am the same as you. We both have many identities. The organization is just a temporary base.”

“It can be seen as a safe haven, or a stepping stone.”

"Aintree, the distillery, the British government, your team."

“And————” A gleam of light flashed in Vermouth’s eyes.

"Your government, the Chinese government," said Vermouth.

"Yeah." Baijiu nodded. He was not surprised or panicked by what Vermouth said. Instead, he had an expression as if he had expected it.

"I knew you had discovered my identity." said Baijiu.

"I see." Vermouth said calmly, "But I have already blocked your file."

“Maybe Bourbon knows, but there will definitely not be a third person.”

"We've strayed off topic. Let's continue talking about the government I work for." Vermouth changed the subject: "They are all of the same character."

"We all think we are on the side of justice."

"Because that's what we believe." Vermouth said calmly.

"But little did we know that our hands were already stained with blood." Baijiu smiled and shook his head: "How ironic."

He covered his forehead with his hand and closed his eyes: "As a genius in the police academy, can you imagine how many innocent people I have killed?"

"I understand how you feel." Vermouth patted Baijiu's shoulder.

"Since we have embarked on this path, don't look back." Vermouth pursed her lips: "Death is the best destination for us."

"Then what should we do now?" After Baijiu briefly complained, he regained his composure and restored the headset signal to normal.

McCarron was about to ask why there was no sound.

Vermouth said with a clear mind: "From my perspective, you now have three choices."

"First, you hand me and the hard drive over to the North American organization headquarters."

"They won't do anything to me, I guarantee that." Vermouth said, "I am proof of the existence of the Syndicate."

"When Ryan becomes their problem, your work is done and you can take a short break to adjust."

"I know what you are going to say." Belmode predicted Baijiu in advance: "I will be fine. Those people will not do anything to me."

"That's what I thought," Brent agreed, because this task was the easiest and simplest.

And he also knew that Vermouth held a very high position in the organization.

"I agree," McAllen agreed.

Lao Hei remained silent. He felt that it was not realistic and was a bit too idealistic.

"But you know they won't believe you." Vermouth poured cold water on everyone in the headset and stated the harsh truth.

"You will all be convicted of treason."

"By then, everyone will be dead." Belmode said coldly, "In return, Ryan will go unpunished."

"What Vermouth said makes sense." Lao Hei nodded.

"Two, you leave me to fend for myself."

When it comes to the words "survive and perish on your own", Baijiu's head tilts slightly, and he subconsciously eliminates this option in his mind.

"Listen to me first, don't make a decision so early." Vermouth held Baijiu's palm: "This is not a joke."