Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 726 Vermouth: I know you did it

"Buzz buzz buzz!" A helicopter fell to the ground.

"Squeak!" A white Audi stopped beside the parking platform. The man who got out of the car was Brent, with a document under his arm.

He stretched out his hand to block the wind, turned his back and walked to the front of the helicopter. The helicopter door slowly opened and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

The man who came was Lao Hei, who was wearing a brown suit and carrying a huge briefcase, and walked towards Brant.

Blackie took off his cowboy hat and shook hands with Brent.

Although Brandt is very strong, compared with Blackie, Brandt looks like a petite girl.

Brent put his hand on Old Black's shoulder and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you."

Lao Hei also smiled and said, "You can't talk about anything on the phone."

Brent did not answer immediately, but looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

"The Austrian Chancellor has been assassinated." The sound of the propeller's airflow was so loud that Brandt shouted at the top of his voice.

"We believe that Baijiu and Macallan were present at the time." Brant folded the documents in his hand: "Do you know the Minister of North American Operations?"

"The one with the crew cut, right?" The man's appearance automatically appeared in Lao Hei's mind, and his face became annoyed.

"Yes." Brent continued, "The pilot has handed the matter over to the Special Operations Division."

Brent said with a serious expression: "We have very little time left. We must find the liquor team leader before them."

"So..." Brent stopped in front of the Audi and looked at Lao Hei sincerely: "This is why I came to you."

"Not interested." Lao Hei shook his head and put the cowboy hat on his head.

"Okay." Brent expected Blackie's answer. He lowered his head and put his hands in his pockets: "Listen to me, Blackie..."

"Hey man." Blackie interrupted Brent and looked at him. "I know the liquor team leader, but I don't know you."

"From my perspective." Lao Hei put his hands on his chest: "I only know that you chose to work for that airplane head."

"Yeah." Brent nodded readily. He had no room for excuses on this point. "I just know that you would rather quit your job."

"Hahahaha." Lao Hei laughed.

"You don't have to worry about Baijiu." Lao Hei trusted Baijiu very much: "They can't catch him."

"No." Brent tilted his head. "They're not trying to catch him."

"This is not the Tokyo headquarters." He frowned. "I don't know why the North American organization has such a high say now."

"The people who are currently looking for him are from the North American division, and the Tokyo division is turning a blind eye to this." Brent's words hinted at something.

"You should know what's going on behind the scenes." Brent looked at Old Black meaningfully, "This is too complicated..."

Lao Hei didn't show too much surprise, he had already expected it in his heart.

"Anyway." Brent took a deep breath. "Although that guy is unreliable, he has great power now."

Brent said solemnly: "Once the situation gets out of control."

"They'll kill him." Brent pursed his lips. "That's the way the North American division works."

“If they’re going to kill liquor, they’re going to kill Macallan, too.”

"We have to find them first. Are you coming to help?"

At this point, Brent stopped beating around the bush and went straight to Old Black. Old Black pondered for a few seconds and moved his huge body forward.

"Let me be frank with you." Lao Hei said seriously, "Liquor is my friend. Once I start to doubt which side you are on."

"Yeah." Lao Hei tilted his head, raised and shook his eyebrows, and automatically omitted the following content.

Brent nodded, "I believe you."

The two looked at each other for half a second, "Very good."

"Okay," Brent said.

Lao Hei agreed to Brandt's request not because of Brandt, but because he believed that the friends around Baijiu would not be those who sit on the fence.

"Where do I start looking?" asked Lao Hei.

"We don't have many clues." Brent handed the file to Old Black, "We don't have much time either."

Lao Hei opened the file and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. When he opened it up, he saw two faces inside, one of them was a man with black-framed glasses.

And the woman that Vermouth disguised herself as.

Inside a villa in Morocco.

"This man with black-framed glasses is called Solomon Lane. He founded the Syndicate."

Vermouth sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"Where did he come from?" Baijiu leaned against the wall.

She patted the sofa next to her: "Why are you standing so far away?"

Vermouth turned his head and looked behind him, then shouted to Macallan, "Hey! We are ready to discuss business, so don't stay so far away."

McAllen put his hands on his hips, wearing sunglasses and looking at the blazing sun. He put his hand to his right ear and said calmly, "I'm listening."

"I'm fine in this position." McCarron swallowed his saliva: "Really, you don't have to——"

Before he could finish his words, he was pulled back into the living room by Baijiu.

Baijiu naturally sat next to Belmode, but he looked like he was worried. He asked, "Where did he come from?"

Baijiu scratched the tip of his nose, and Vermouth put his hand on his knee: "I know what you mean, you spent a lot of time investigating him."

“But all ended in vain.”

"Don't worry, I know his information." Vermouth pinched Baijiu's face, pulled up his skin, and stroked it playfully.

"He worked at the grassroots level of the organization for three years, with a low sense of presence, and he did not carry out any major tasks in the past three years."

"So much so that there is no record of him in the archives."

"It must be you who hacked into the Tokyo Archives." Vermouth had an expected expression on her face.

"I understand." Baijiu nodded and hooked Vermouth's pinky finger. "You were the one who removed the authority, and you also handled the aftermath."

"It's nothing." Vermouth looked calm, waved her hand, and said proudly: "I don't want you to be wanted by Rum again."

"However, he is very popular." Vermouth returned to the point, "Every member who has had contact with him."

"Whether they were grassroots personnel with or without code names, they were all judged dead or disappeared one year after he left."

"According to further investigation," Vermouth continued, "later, he worked in the UK for a period of time."

"I am an intelligence agent affiliated with the British MI6."

McCarron noticed something unusual and asked, "What if British intelligence knew about the existence of the Syndicate?"

“Why don’t you report it if you are affiliated with a British organization?”

Macallan spread his hands with an innocent expression: "I remember there are many members lurking in the upper echelons in the UK."

Baijiu sneered: "There are two reasons."

"One is that they don't want anyone to know."

"One is that there is a traitor in the organization." Vermouth added.