Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 709 Connector

London, England.

Liquor is walking on the bustling streets.

At ten o'clock in the evening, London was still brightly lit and busy with traffic. He stood at the central intersection and looked around.

Soon, his sight was fixed on a bookstore with classical decorations, and he walked to the door of the store with steady steps.

"Dingdang" pushed the door open and walked in.

Just entered the store.

Various books and magazines came into view, and he passed an old man, swinging his arms and looking around, searching for his target.

Hearing the doorbell ring and the sound of "tata" footsteps not far away, Baijiu glanced and found that it was a woman with long golden hair.

She had a pair of bright eyes. She walked towards him and said calmly, "We're about to close."

"I won't stay long." said Baijiu.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like to buy?" the saleswoman asked.

Baijiu picked up the magazine: "A very rare item."

Suddenly, the salesgirl's expression became playful.

"Let me guess." She crossed her arms, "Classical?"

"Sir." Baijiu responded.

"Saxophone?" the salesgirl agreed.

"John Coltrane."

"Where's the piano?"

"Thelonious Monk." Baijiu's eyes became more determined.

"Shadow Wilson plays bass." The salesgirl tilted her head.

"Shadow Wilson plays drums," Baijiu corrected.

The salesgirl nodded. "Do you know why people call him Shadow?"

"Because his drum beats are gentle."

The two of them got closer, and the female clerk held out her hand: "You're lucky today."

After that, she took out a washbasin-sized record from the side and handed it to Baijiu, "This is the first edition."

Then, the female clerk raised her eyebrows and looked towards the copper-yellow iron door on the left.

Baijiu immediately understood and took the record.

Walking towards the iron gate, "Is it really you?" the female clerk called Baijiu. He stopped where he was and slowly turned around.

"I've heard your story." There was a hint of admiration in her eyes, and her eyebrows were pressed tightly together on both sides of her nose. "It can't be all true, right?"

Baijiu looked at one place and thought for a moment.

He raised an intriguing smile at the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and then walked towards the gate.

Pushing open the door, there was a narrow little room inside, less than 20 square meters.

There was a table and a record player on the table.

Baijiu followed the instruction, stretched out his palm and put it on top, and "beep" a green light came out from the miniature camera.

He shot at Baijiu's whole body, and in the blink of an eye, the familiar logo appeared on the screen in front of him, and a black crow appeared.

Then he unpacked the record and put it into the machine.

"Zizi, Zizi" the record player made a hoarse mechanical sound.

"Good evening, Mr. Baijiu."

"The weapon you recovered in Belarus at the time was confirmed to be RX psychotropic gas, powerful enough to destroy a large city."

“This is very disadvantageous for the organization’s stronghold.”

After that, a biochemical device about the size of a can of Coke appeared on the screen.

Then, the world map appeared in front of Baijiu again.

"Within 24 hours of the plane landing in Damascus, we found the bodies of the crew members."

"They were identified as low-level Chechen separatists."

"They have neither the access nor the ability to obtain the weapons they are trying to transport, as your suspicions indicate."

"Someone is allying with a hidden organization to provoke revolution by carrying out terrorist attacks and befriending Western interest groups."

"The winery's top management speculated that this organization is the same one you were tracking some time ago."

“That’s what’s called a syndicate.”

“The winery is correct.”

"Typically, you and your team will be tasked with infiltrating and disrupting the organization's rival, terrorist network."

Hearing this, Baijiu couldn't help but frown.

"But we've taken steps to make sure that doesn't happen, because we are, the Syndicate, Mr. Liquor."

"We now know your identity."

Baijiu sat up straight and remained calm, "Now, your mission will be up to you to choose whether to accept it or not. It is time to face your fate."

"Hunting us, you will be arrested."

"Resist us and you will be killed."

"None of your actions will be recognized by the minister."

"Good luck, Mr. Baijiu."

"This message will be automatically destroyed in five seconds." As soon as the words fell.

White gas was emitting from the exhaust vent of the room where the liquor was, gradually enveloping the room. Suddenly, he realized something.

He quickly turned around and looked into the store through the glass.

Sure enough, as he expected.

The female clerk was held hostage by a tall and thin man with short hair and black-framed glasses.

A silenced USP was placed behind her head.

The salesgirl let out a faint sob.

She didn't want to die yet, but she was powerless. She closed her eyes helplessly and waited quietly for her death.

Baijiu knocked on the glass and tried to break it with his fist, but the material was too hard and there were no usable weapons around.

The man sneered at the liquor, then pulled the trigger with his finger.

"Bang!" The female clerk fell vertically to the ground.

The man's eyes were firm and cold, and he glanced at him provocatively.

Then, he calmly disappeared from Baijiu's sight, placed the pistol on the table, and left in a cool manner.

And with white wine, the vision becomes increasingly blurred.

Gradually, he stopped struggling.