Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 723 Traitor Liquor

Vermouth staggered to her feet.

Four beams of headlights shone over, the car door opened, and two burly men in black clothes got up from their seats, holding guns.

The North American Organizational Regulatory Division is located in Texas, USA.

The man with the airplane head put his hands in his pockets, frowned, and walked back and forth in front of the TV screen with a look of being worried.

With a strong tone of dissatisfaction and anger, Brent, a former member of the liquor team, sat in his office chair as if nothing had happened.

Picking my fingers, I listened to him muttering silently.

"Less than 24 hours after we questioned Macallan about the liquor, the Austrian Chancellor was assassinated."

"He took the opera tickets and flew to Vienna."

"And six hours after he arrived, the prime minister was dead."

"Bang, bang!" The guy knocked his elbow hard on the table. "Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Brent remained silent and calmly flipped through the documents in front of him.

“Maybe the public defender will think it’s a coincidence.”

"But as the head of North American Operations Headquarters, this is a sign of Baijiu's betrayal! A signal to declare war on the organization!"

Brent couldn't stand the old man in front of him, "Shut up first."

"Have you ever thought about this possibility?" Brent switched to Baijiu's perspective. "Baijiu went to the opera house to investigate this matter."

"The intelligence he has can guide action."

"Bang!" The pilot still insisted on his own ideas and slammed a stack of information into the ground. "No matter what! Find the liquor!"

"From now on! It's no longer an entertainment activity!"

His eyes turned sharp and cold: "The special operations team will now obtain the highest authorization."

Brent remained calm and asked tentatively, "You mean?"

"Permission to shoot?"

The man with the airplane head showed an intriguing smile, "Whether Baijiu lives or dies depends entirely on him."

After saying that, the driver slammed the door and left.

A police car drove past on the street. On both sides of the street, in the shadows, two men emerged from the left and right and faced each other.

There was a huge dock in front of them, with an abandoned and rusty iron ship docked at the shore. Baijiu led the way, followed closely by Macallan.

"Boom! Boom!" A train passed quickly across the sea-crossing bridge above, and ripples appeared on the lake surface due to the vibration.

Baijiu jumped lightly and jumped onto the deck of the ship.

He opened the entrance door, which made a creaking sound. It seemed that no one had used it for a long time.

McAllen picked up his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, then squatted down, pulled the rope, and started the engine.

"Buzz buzz buzz! Buzz buzz buzz!" The ship started up.

The lights gradually came on, Baijiu picked up a screwdriver and disassembled the electronic device in front of him. "Ziz!" Two sparks bounced into his sleeves.

MacAllen's position slowly descended, and a room with scarlet lights appeared out of nowhere in front of him. He nodded to Baijiu.

Baijiu entered the house first and clicked the button on the side. The house suddenly became extremely bright and the rear entrance closed automatically.

It looks like a kitchen, but with all kinds of high-tech, high-density instruments placed everywhere on the table, it looks more like a laboratory.

This place forms a sharp contrast with the shabby appearance outside.

McAllen's lips opened wide, as if he had never seen the world before.

Suddenly, a small table and chair rose up in front of him. Baijiu grabbed the documents piled up beside the sink and said, "New identity."

"Here are my passport, cash, and route map." Baijiu pointed to the cabinet at the back: "The replacement clothes are all in the back."

"These things will allow you to return to the Zone in secret."

Baijiu rested his hands on the corner of the table and said calmly, "When you go back, you must report me."

"What...?" McAllen's eyes widened and he blinked blankly.

"What did you say?!" Macallan couldn't believe his ears and asked Baijiu for confirmation.

"Tell me the truth." Baijiu spread his hands: "You came to Vienna because you thought you won two opera tickets."

"And I tried to persuade you to take part in the assassination of the president."

"But you refused."

"Wait!" Macallan interrupted Baijiu: "What you are saying now is not true."

"I know what you mean." Everything was within Baijiu's expectations. He said calmly:

"Your life has no say now. It all depends on whether those guys in the North American organization trust you."

"It will be easier for you to say what they want to hear now."

"Wait a minute." Macallan was confused for a moment: "Baijiu, at least tell me what happened now."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet for a few seconds. Baijiu stood there in a daze. After some thought, he smiled, turned around and picked up a remote control.

"Stare!" and shone towards the back.

The two TV screens on the right lit up instantly. Baijiu looked at the TV screens and asked, "Is there anyone you know here?"

McCarron turned his head and looked at the faces on the screen.

After staring at the screen for thirty seconds, he said, "Stop!" He pointed at a man with tough features, "I remember him."

"He worked in our department for a while in Germany."

"But later...after a mission, there was no news of him, and he was considered missing and presumed dead by the organization."

Suddenly, he thought of something, and the strong man who almost beat him to death appeared in his mind: "Wait...slow down..."

"I was wondering why he was wearing sunglasses..."

McCarron suddenly realized: "He's at the opera tonight."

Baijiu nodded, and then switched to a picture of a man with long hair, "This one is the same, but he shaved his head on purpose."

As he spoke, Baijiu's mind flashed with the scene of his desperate fight with the bald strong man on the high platform.

"According to my secret investigation, this is a former Saudi agent in the organization's base in the Middle East."

McCullen learned to answer quickly: "Let me guess, he should also be presumed dead by the organization."

"Members of the organization there often die in the fighting."

Baijiu shrugged: "You are right, but I confirmed it tonight."

After all, this bald strong man was killed by Baijiu himself.

Then, Baijiu pressed the button on the remote control again, and the familiar face appeared on the screen again, the man with black-framed glasses and slicked back hair.

"I tracked down this guy. He's in Istanbul."

"A car accident that day killed the visiting Malawian Prime Minister."

“Do you think this is the end?” Baijiu shook his finger: “In Jakarta, he escaped again.”

"But a few hours earlier, a passenger plane mysteriously disappeared over the Pacific Ocean with 236 passengers on board."

"There are also several senior members of Southeast Asian organizations."

"This includes the Indonesian chief of operations."