Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 717: You mean? The leader is here too?

"Squeak!" A silver-gray Bentley stopped by the roadside, and a bald man in a suit walked out of the parking space with a smile on his face.

The camera shutter buttons were clicking as the man pulled his wife to smile and converse with the wealthy and famous man in a tuxedo.

McCarron walked past them and said "huh" disdainfully.

"Did you see this scene?" he frowned.

"Yes, I saw it." said Baijiu.

Then, the guards nearby all looked at the bald man at the same time, and they instantly became the focus of the whole audience.

Macallan was a little unsure, "If I'm not mistaken..."

"That should be Austria—"

"Prime Minister." Baijiu continued his topic, "You are not mistaken."

Baijiu stood on the high platform above, wearing a gorgeous black suit and a handsome backcombed hair, watching the Prime Minister's every move.

"Did you know he was coming today?" McCarron asked.

"I don't know." Baijiu held the glass and took a sip.

"Very good." McAllen smiled bitterly.

They already had to avoid the eyes and ears of North American organizations, and now there are senior leaders of other countries, which is like adding insult to injury.

"Not only is a 'famous person' here, but we are also searching for a colleague, a vicious terrorist member similar to ourselves."

"I believe these two events are purely coincidental."

Baijiu remained silent, walked through the crowd and came into the magnificent interior. He automatically immuned himself to the complaints from Macallan in his earphones.

"McAllen."

He didn't choose to shut up and continued: "Besides, I will also try to ignore some things."

"For example, you have become a wanted 'traitor' outside of the Tokyo area organization."

"Macallan." Baijiu looked around and repeated it again.

"Also, do you know what this unauthorized action is equivalent to? It's equivalent to losing your head!"

Although McCullen's tone was calm and composed, he was already a little frightened in his heart. The arrival of the leader became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Liquor team leader..." McAllen swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling, "If we are not careful, we might become..."

"A sinner of history."

"MacAllen." Baijiu was not angry and called his name calmly.

McAllen continued to chatter away. His inner fear and panic made him forget the authority of the team leader and interrupt the topic of liquor.

"Because like you said before, I have to be back at my desk on Monday morning and continue playing my game."

“Everything must be done without anyone noticing.”

Baijiu looked at the Prime Minister and his wife and said calmly, "The show is about to begin, Macallan."

"Got it!" McAllen instantly returned to normal.

"Go to your location and tell me what you saw." Baijiu explained the mission to him.

"Okay," McCarron said.

"Your dress is very beautiful." Baijiu praised.

Macallan reacted immediately, turned his head and looked back, and the white wine instantly disappeared in the crowd.

Outside the door, the musicians responsible for performing lined up in two long lines.

Dozens of policemen were patrolling with guns in hand, watching closely. Two female policemen in front were checking the parts patiently with smiles on their faces.

"Hum." A man placed the guitar bag on the table.

The policewoman opened it carefully, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. After all, it was worth millions of dollars, and inside was a flute made of pure gold.

There is also a drawing above the piano pipes, which is the score of Turandot.

The policewoman smiled and nodded, and then the man walked into the room with his guitar bag in hand, his steps steady.

In the backstage director's room.

The male director wore headphones, quickly controlled the machine with his fingers, and looked at the instrument screen in front of him.

The stage was facing them, and they could see it clearly through the glass. On the left and right sides were sitting the rich and powerful, and the red curtain was very conspicuous.

"The stage is ready for the first act." said the female director nearby.

Then he put his finger on the control panel and pushed the button forward. "Boom!" A row of lights slowly rose.

The scene moved to the center of the stage. The director picked up the intercom and looked at the dragon statue in the back. "Finally, everything is ready."

"All personnel on standby."

The female director switched to the performing members' line.

The man with the violin bag stood at the door, watching them enter the house one after another. After confirming that everything was correct, he turned around and left.

And McCarron quickened his pace, moving through the corridor.

We came to a room with a warning sign hanging on it, "Attention! Electronic equipment, keep the aisle clear."

Take out the key decryptor prepared in advance, and just align the port with the chain to automatically unlock it.

With his other hand holding the door handle, he twisted his wrist, easily opened the door, and entered the house.

Go to the circuit machine table and stick the metal button underneath. It is very small, half the size of the headphone box.

At the same time, the screen in front of the director flashed rapidly, and just as she was about to get up, it returned to normal.

McAllen bent down, pushed the long cabinet in front of him with all his strength, and then unzipped the black briefcase.

He took out a particularly different book, opened the pages and folded them, then turned on his cell phone. It was the man with the black-framed glasses.

McCarron wiped his sweat and breathed: "I've already said... I'm not fit for action... You're bullying our technical team..."

Then, he took out the same metal button from his sleeve, and the words on the book disappeared instantly.

It turns out that he is a specially made computer, disguised as a book.

It is the same as when white wine was first used.

“Join the Baijiu Group and see the world.”

"Surveillance video."

"And the equipment room."

McCarron grumbled silently.

Inside the hall, the donut-shaped lights above slowly went out. The scene was extremely quiet, and everyone nodded and looked forward.

Waiting for this grand concert to be staged.

After five seconds, "Pah pah pah!"

There was deafening applause in the venue.

A man walked slowly from the backstage to the center of the stage, with the overhead light shining on him all the time. He was the performer of this show.

He took the baton in his right hand and raised his hand. All the members of the orchestra stood up from their seats, holding their instruments to express their gratitude and respect to the audience.

Then the performer motioned for them to sit down and spread out the music score.

Suddenly, he waved his arms, the musical epic began, and the red curtains were quickly pulled aside.

In the middle stands the fat man, he is the vocalist.

He has a deep baritone voice with a gripping tone.

On the other side, the surveillance footage also loaded up, composed of fonts, in black and white, "Okay, I have the footage."

McAllen's expression turned serious and he switched to mission mode.

"Next..." He uploaded the image of the man with black-framed glasses into the book.

"Begin the search!"