Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 652 Rand’s Past

"You are no longer a technician! You are now an action agent!"

Baijiu pushed open the door and said coldly: “Then you are still a staff officer.”

"Really?" Baijiu glared at everyone fiercely, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet: "Really!?"

"Who are you, Rant?" Baijiu moved forward.

"What do you mean?" Lant looked at him in confusion.

"What do I mean?" Baijiu moved his joints: "Then I might as well ask you another question."

Baijiu instantly pulled out a pistol from his arms and aimed at his forehead. Lant immediately dodged and snatched the gun from his hand.

He hit Baijiu's wrist with his palm, and Baijiu loosened his palm, and the gun fell off naturally. He then held it in his hand and aimed the gun at Baijiu.

Vermouth and McAllen stood up from their seats, raised their pistols and pointed them at Rand. The originally tense atmosphere became even more suffocating.

Baijiu seemed to be letting it go on purpose, with his hands in his pockets. "How come such a skilled agent is only a staff officer?"

Rand pulled out the magazine and threw it to the floor.

He lowered his head, lowered his voice, and said thoughtfully: "Everyone has secrets, right? Liquor Team Leader."

After saying that, he returned the gun to Baijiu.

Baijiu moved forward and took the gun: "You tell me your secrets, and I'll tell you mine."

Lant looked up and down at the liquor, thought for a moment, turned his back, put his hands on the wall, and remained silent.

On the other side, Baijiu's phone vibrated again.

It was an unknown number. Baijiu put the gun on the table and explained to everyone: "I have a friend here, you wait here."

Baijiu deliberately emphasized: "I will have someone send you away, including you, Vermouth."

"From your unconditional obedience to the team leader's orders."

Vermouth asked, "What about Kobolt? What's the plan?"

Baijiu sighed: "The original plan was that we stop him together."

"So..." McAllen asked, "What are you doing now?"

"Change the plan." After saying that, Baijiu pushed the door and left everyone's sight.

"Wait, that's it?" McAllen said subconsciously.

"Hey! Liquor!" McAllen called out. "So what are you going to do? Are you going to go after him by yourself?"

Vermouth stared at Lant and sat on the table: "Would you like to explain, Agent Lant?"

"Your skills are definitely at the level of a first-level member."

"Besides, you shouldn't be a civil servant, and you don't even have an official title. This is all too unusual."

"That's a long story." Lant smiled bitterly.

Fishermen are trading at Dubai Marina.

After the sandstorm, the weather became clear again. Baijiu was walking along the shore wearing sunglasses and with his hair combed back.

The place is crowded with laborers, all of whom are working.

He walked along the wooden bridge on the shore, and suddenly, a tall and burly man with a lit cigarette came over.

Appearing in front of him, he stood upright on the cruise ship, basking in the sunshine and welcoming the sea breeze comfortably.

Baijiu moved up the stairs. The person was none other than his old friend from the previous operation in Eastern Europe, the guy with long blond hair.

He was wearing a black hood, the same as when they first met.

Baijiu smiled slightly, then put it on his head obediently. His vision instantly became dark, but this time, he felt particularly relaxed.

Lant took out a martini from the cabinet, poured it into the glass, and shook it in his hand: "I once performed escort missions in Croatia."

"The target of our covert protection is the couple who work closely with the organization. At the same time, we want to prevent them from knowing of our existence."

"This sounds like a routine task, right?" Lant pursed his lips. "Just like delivering newspapers."

He raised his glass, drank it all, and touched his earlobe: "Three days later, we heard a rumor that there was a team of Serbian assassins."

"They're on to something, but my team is able to control the situation."

"We knew they were coming, but I somehow felt that I should have warned the couple."

“I want to find a way to let them know.”

Lant frowned: "But, orders are orders, so I didn't say anything."

He leaned against the wall, looked up into the distance, his eyes filled with regret, and sighed: "One day, the husband left the hotel."

"Going out for a run, so I followed him."

"Then I left two people to guard his wife." Lant swallowed his saliva: "When I came back, my men were unconscious."

"His wife is missing too." Lant bit his upper lip. "The local police found her body three days later."

"Or rather, the only corpse left."

"That was my last mission," Lant said, choking up. "Since then, I have never been able to face the choice between life and death again."

"I know you will think I am a coward if I tell you this."

"But this incident really had a huge impact on me. From then on, I could no longer face life and death decisions."

"What happened to that husband later?" Belmode's tone was much gentler.

"I never saw him again until two days ago in Moscow."

"I had been silent for a long time, but was suddenly ordered by Rum to be placed next to the port wine coming from France and introduced to the white wine."

So the reason why Baijiu brutally killed six Serbian people was to deliberately set up a trap to enter the prison.

What on earth is he thinking about? I don't understand him...

Vermouth bit her lip and thought.

Because he knew very well that all this was a deliberate trap set up by Baijiu. After thinking it over, she chose not to tell Lant the truth.

Because he also didn't know what Baijiu's real intention was.

"Sergei! Sergei!" The man who started the rescue lifted up his hood, and two buck teeth immediately caught his attention.

"I said I would bring him here, didn't I?" Bodin said, a little crazy. "I said so!"

"How do I know it's him?" Baijiu said in a flat tone.

"That's him! You believe me, and I believe you, right?"

"That's the man! That's the man!" Bodinjiu grinned, "I told you so."

"Then can we take all these away?" Bodin shook Baijiu's handcuffs and saw that the man in front of him did not respond.

He smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, he's a nice guy, but he doesn't know you as well as I do."

"So!" the man in the brown suit asked, "You work for the Japanese government?"

"And you are an arms dealer." Baijiu retorted.

"No, no, no, Sergei! Sergei!" Bourdain said, trying to ease the atmosphere. "He is an independent defense coordinator, right?"

"That's it. It's a very prestigious job."

"Listen, I tell you, we are all friends."

"The diamonds are for Bourdain," Baijiu said firmly.

Bodan said politely, blinking at Baijiu and signaling, "No, no, no, it's okay. You can take it."

The man spoke in a hoarse voice: "Whatever deal you have with my cousin is between you two."

"If you want to ask me for something, you have to pay."

Baijiu smiled faintly: "You misunderstood."

“I don’t buy things, I sell things.”