Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 713 Suspect: Liquor

"Liquor."

"I understand."

"White wine," Brent said again.

"I understand, really." A trace of determination flashed across Baijiu's eyes.

"Remember, we never had this conversation."

"I disappeared in London and you didn't know where I was or whether I was dead or alive."

Brent was a little dazed for a moment, "Can you find the person you saw?"

"I will keep checking before I contact you."

Brent turned around and looked around. Everyone looked at him strangely, as if he was a traitor and undercover agent.

"What I'm going to say next may be a little pessimistic." After thinking it over, Brent said, "Be prepared, this is most likely our last mission, Team Leader Baijiu."

"Do it nicely. I believe you."

"Also, tell Vermouth that I will show up within a week." Baijiu took a deep breath, "I promise you, I will be alive."

"I can handle this mess by myself. I don't want to involve you."

"Beep——" Brent hung up the phone bluntly.

"Brent...?" Baijiu slowly put the phone back and opened the door. For a moment, he became a little confused as it was drizzling outside.

Patting his shoulder, Baijiu staggered on the street, he was completely confused.

"Since we are going to work together in the future, you'd better be careful with your words." The crew cut looked at Brent and spoke in a calm tone.

“Where is the liquor now?”

"I don't know." Brent shook his head.

"Don't lie to me, Brent." The guy with the crew cut obviously didn't believe it.

"I'm not lying to you. I can't contact him right now." Brent acted very naturally. "He's undercover. The last news I got was that he was tracking down the organization called the Syndicate."

The pilot sighed, knowing that this method would not be able to get any information about Brandt.

He frowned slightly and said in a gentle tone: "Then let's get straight to the point."

“You know who we are, and you know what we are capable of doing.”

"How is it possible that the North American headquarters doesn't have any clues about the syndicate?"

"Are you hinting at something?" Brent didn't bother beating around the bush.

"It's not a hint, it's just a statement." The crew cut said calmly, "In fact, it's an accusation. Give me an example."

"Baijiu is both an arsonist and a firefighter."

“I don’t know him well, though.”

Brent complained: You don’t understand what the hell you are talking about?

Feijitou still stated what he thought in his heart: "I believe that the Syndicate is just a figment of Baijiu's imagination."

“There is a defense for the things that the liquor panel did.”

"I will find him." The crew cut's eyes hardened, "and when I find him, he will be held accountable for every act of sabotage he has committed."

"Welcome to the North American headquarters and my team." The guy with the jet head gave a friendly smile, then quickly put his hands away and walked away from Brandt's sight.

"You'll never find him." Brent smiled.

The plane turned around, "You can start the countdown, Brent."

He looked down at his watch and said, "Baijiu only has 24 hours of free time left."

Six days later, Havana, Cuba.

Baijiu was in a loft, doing push-ups to warm up, with US dollars on the table.

North American headquarters.

new York.

"Okay, everyone, pay attention." The plane headed into the hall and looked at the big screen in front of him. The map above showed Cuba. "This is it."

He half leaned over, "Ding-ling-ling!" He hung up the phone without hesitation. The caller was Gin.

The pilot was adjusting the intercom, and a voice came from the other end, "Team A is ready and on standby."

"Execute." The pilot said through gritted teeth.

The black girl operator next to her relayed the message to the other end, saying mechanically and coldly: "The action team has begun."

"Again, get moving."

"Squeak!" A large number of mercenaries armed with rifles suddenly rushed out of the three cars parked outside the residential building. They pushed open the gate of the community and entered the hall cautiously.

Walking up the spiral staircase quietly, Brent's heart was in his throat. He clenched his fists and prayed silently for the liquor in his heart.

Inside the North American headquarters, everyone stared intently at the live broadcast.

At this time, Baijiu was still working out in the house, looking extremely calm.

The mercenaries gradually approached the room where Baijiu was. After the leader made a gesture, everyone broke open the door. Baijiu finally stopped exercising and came to the computer.

Watching the mercenaries' every move.

"Report to the Minister." The leader said, "There is no one here."

Brent let out a long sigh: You really scared me to death, Liquor Team Leader.

He couldn't help but smile, while on the other side, the guy with the crew cut had a much uglier expression, as if he had eaten shit.

Suddenly, Brent noticed something and a bunch of photos flashed across the screen.

He didn't care about anything else and held the intercom, "Action team, face the north wall."

Everyone exclaimed "Oh" instantly.

There was a world map hanging on the wall, with members who were announced to be missing or dead by the organization on the right, and several banners hanging above it.

The contents are: Missing again, where is Flight 606?

Weapons factories, the World Bank declared a crisis.

On the desk, there was a sketch of a man and a woman. The man was wearing black-framed glasses. He was the man he met at the liquor meeting.

And the woman was the one who saved him for some unknown reason.

Then, Baijiu pressed the power off button.

I looked at the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

"It's time to get started."