Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 722 Promise Me to Live

"Screech!" A black car stopped in front of them.

McCarron shouted, leaning his head out of the window: "Get in the car!"

Baijiu picked up Vermouth in a princess hug and they both rushed into the car, "Let's go, let's go!"

He looked back and the theater gradually disappeared from his sight.

McAllen looked through the rearview mirror with a look of disbelief. He looked at Vermouth and pointed at his temple: "She shot me!"

"Is there any possibility that I can help you solve the enemy?"

Baijiu shrugged helplessly: "Just because I shot you, does that mean I'm a bad guy?"

At this point, Baijiu stood in front of Belmode and said, "For safety reasons, I must search your body now."

"No." Vermouth, contrary to her usual behavior, placed both of her hands on Baijiu's chest: "It's not the time yet, you have to let me go."

"Huh..." Macallan's smile froze on his face, "That voice...are you Vermouth?!"

"Oh wow!" McAllen sneered, "That won't do."

"It's not easy for the three of us to get together, let's at least have dinner before we go!"

"Shut up!" Baijiu glared at Macallan, and he looked at Vermouth seriously: "Is that you in London?"

"No, I wasn't pretending at that time." Vermouth looked at him sincerely, with no trace of lying on her face.

"Wait...wait a minute!" McCarron was confused. "Who is the woman you are pretending to be?"

"White wine team leader!" Suddenly, he thought of something.

He stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, "Slow down, are you sure this is Vermouth?"

"Aren't you afraid that she will also use the voice changer?"

Vermouth remained silent, revealing a mysterious smile.

Baijiu touched her face and pulled it gently, clearly feeling the texture of silicone, and put his hand on her shoulder, "I'm sure."

"Why did you disguise yourself as a British agent?" Baijiu took out a lip gloss from her waist.

"Sorry..." Vermouth pursed her upper lip: "I can't tell you for now."

“Even if I don’t tell you, you should be able to find out.” Vermouth smiled bitterly: “I disguised myself as this woman.”

"Infiltrate the organization called the Syndicate."

"This lip gloss in your hand is very rare, please help hide it."

Baijiu did not ask further questions, but changed the subject and asked, "What are you doing in the theater tonight? Are you also investigating the Syndicate?"

Baijiu was unsure and asked again.

McAllen remained skeptical and felt that the woman in front of him was not Vermouth because of the look in their eyes just now.

Very unkind and casts a huge shadow on Macallan.

He interrupted, "What else can I do besides assassinating the Prime Minister, Captain Baijiu, you know I never talk back."

"But this time, I have to rebel. I feel that the woman in front of me is not Vermouth!"

Baijiu ignored him. Vermouth rolled his eyes, his body relaxed, and explained comfortably, "This is the woman I disguised myself as."

"Her name is Mary Rose. I heard she saved your life when you were in London."

"It was this move of hers that made the situation among a group of dangerous people very tricky, and I went infiltrate them."

"And received a grim action."

"Assassinate the Prime Minister to regain trust."

"So!" McCarron was emotional: "You admit that you killed the Prime Minister!"

"McAllen." Vermouth couldn't help it: "Why is your IQ so worrying today? Is it because you haven't taken action for a long time?"

"I'm just sticking to one point today, just going through the motions."

"I am not stupid enough to shoot the Prime Minister easily. If things go wrong, we may all become sinners in history."

"Yes." Baijiu took out the Vermouth hairpin, shook her nostrils slightly, and smelled the familiar light fragrance of shampoo.

He was completely relieved.

The woman in front of me is 100% Vermouth.

"I guess your original plan was," Baijiu deduced in his mind, "to get him injured and hospitalized, so that he could save his life."

"That's right." Vermouth nodded: "Just like you want to do."

McAllen gradually became convinced and his tone became calmer.

"But." McAllen pouted: "I still don't quite understand."

"How do the other accomplices explain it?"

Vermouth sighed: "Are you talking about those two idiots who are similar to Vodka? I can only think that they are substitute members."

Baijiu looked at her seriously and said, "You are taking too much risks."

"If you fail to complete the mission, one person will kill the prime minister and the other will kill you. This is obviously a test."

“It’s also the second time I’ve failed.” Vermouth laughed at herself.

Baijiu frowned and thought: "And the car bomb is the real killer."

McCarron turned the steering wheel to the right, and the vehicle behind him also turned right.

"We got stalked." He glanced at the rearview mirror. "We're being followed. We've been following for five intersections now. We can't shake them off no matter what we do."

The two of them looked over and immediately understood what was going on.

Baijiu took out his phone and swiped the screen. The man wearing black-framed glasses appeared on the screen. "Who is he?"

"I don't know at the moment." Vermouth said sincerely.

"It seems to be the leader of the syndicate." Vermouth checked the time: "It's getting late. I've been here long enough."

"Huh...what do you mean?" McAllen was still confused.

"Listen." Vermouth clenched his hands around the liquor, "Now we have the same goal."

"You have been framed this time, and it's not as simple as you think."

"There are too many and too big things involved behind this." Vermouth bit her lip subconsciously: "Otherwise I wouldn't have gone undercover myself."

"If you want to regain your freedom as soon as possible, do as I say and let me go right now."

"Otherwise, all my fabricated experiences will be invalidated!"

“Um…” McAllen cleared his throat, “Don’t be sentimental for now, the group of people following us are catching up.”

Baijiu raised his eyes and looked back, only to see two men in black holding up shotguns and aiming at the wheels.

Vermouth touched the tip of Baijiu's nose and put their foreheads together: "I'm sorry."

"Now I have to look like I got away."

"Quick! Throw me out!"

"........" Baijiu took a deep breath, and when his hand was holding her shoulder, a bullet came from behind, "Bang!" The glass shattered.

Macallan leaned forward and said, "Liquor team leader!"

"Change of plan! Throw my sister-in-law out!"

"I'm sorry! Vermouth!"

Vermouth silently covered her face with the wine in her hands with a loving look.

"I've given you all the clues on how to find me."

"Promise me! Stay alive!"

Then she kissed him, and after a "pop" sound, she spread her long legs, kicked open the car door, and rolled into the side road.