Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 646: Liquor Hanging in the Sky

Baijiu glanced at the glove on his right hand, which was also red.

If it was a few seconds later, he would have really said goodbye to this world.

"Locate the server." He picked up the lock pick, pried open the iron door outside the chassis, and inserted the USB flash drive into the port.

"We better connect."

McCarron tapped on the keyboard: "Yes, we are connected."

"Okay." McCarron continued, looking at the screen, "I can now control the elevator and the surveillance camera."

"It's time to redecorate." Vermouth threw the emblem engraving machine into his arms.

"Okay." He took it, looked at the device in his hand that looked like a SLR camera, and gestured to Rand who was idle behind him.

"You operate it, keep an eye on Eris and Pramya."

He fixed the camera above the house number and entered the numbers. The 119G above was changed to 118G under the machine's calculation.

There is absolutely no sign of modification.

Lant stared at the screen, not daring to be negligent. He picked up the intercom and said, "Pramya has entered the elevator."

“Sooner than expected.”

Macallan shook his head and motioned to Vermouth: "Go quickly."

He quickened his pace, walked to the back, and used the printing machine again to modify the house number.

"We can't open this door, right?" Baijiu asked.

"This door... can't be opened." Lant scratched his upper lip: "Baijiu, you have to come down now."

"Liquor? Any problem? Liquor?"

Baijiu did not respond, but just looked silently at the suspenders on the side, thinking about the next move in his mind.

Lant stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the liquor that had not been served yet, he said in a low voice, "We can't catch up."

"We must catch up," Vermouth retorted.

She took off her coat: "Where's the liquor? Where is he?"

At the same time, above, Baijiu threw the giant funnel-shaped steel object out of the window, and then he jumped onto the outer glass panel.

He ran with his arms swinging, a black steel jump rope tied around his waist, and finally stopped in the middle.

He bent his knees and braced himself on his sides, keeping his body still.

Baijiu saw Rant and Vermouth below, adjusted his direction to the right, and used inertia to move quickly in small steps.

"Your broadband is not long enough." Vermouth looked at her worriedly.

"Don't worry about me, I'll find a way." He licked his lips.

Baijiu saw that the distance to the floor below was too far and he didn't dare to take a gamble. The risk was too great, plus there was the uncertainty of wind resistance.

He couldn't ensure his safety. After thinking for a moment, he decided to break through and quickly swung his legs in the opposite direction, using his arms for support.

Then he suddenly exerted force with his calves and jumped upwards.

By swinging in the air, it moves towards Vermouth.

As he got closer and closer to them, Baijiu loosened his hands and flew to the lower floor, but unexpectedly, the wind speed was too strong.

The calculation trajectory deviated, causing his forehead to come into close contact with the glass plate above.

The powerful impact caused his head to buzz.

He did not adjust his body balance immediately, and the butterfly effect that followed was that his body slid down.

Lanter immediately lay down, his fingers firmly grasping his ankles.

However, the strong gravity caused half of Lant's body to fall down.

Vermouth reacted quickly and immediately grabbed Rant's trouser leg, using her hands to support herself against the wall to secure it.

In this way, the three of them held each other's ankles like Russian dolls.

Baijiu turned his body, using his core abdominal strength to lift his arms upwards and grab Rant's wrist to reduce the area of ​​force.

Baijiu grabbed Lant's body, stepped on the shirt on his chest as a support point, hugged his buttocks, and supported himself on the floor with his hands.

As he moved and climbed upwards, Vermouth in front of him saw that his arms were almost exhausted and trembling constantly.

Baijiu dragged Lant up, and when Vermouth saw him appear safely in front of her, she finally chose to loosen her tightly clenched hands.

Baijiu ruffled his bangs, gasped heavily, sweat flowed down his cheeks, and the three of them collapsed to the ground exhausted.

McCarron walked into the house with a smile on his face and humming a little tune: "Oh yeah! This is really not easy."

"But it's done." He looked at the three weak people with a frozen expression: "Did I miss something..."

Baijiu stared at him with eyes full of resentment: "You are not easy."

In the distance, a sandstorm was rushing towards us like a tsunami.

Vermouth puts a pair of spectacles on Lant: "This may be uncomfortable to wear."

"It will transmit the captured images to the printer in the box, okay?"

"Huh!" Lant tilted his head and blinked his eyes rapidly, adapting as quickly as possible.

"I only have one working eye, but that's OK."

Vermouth picked up a piece of paper from the side and placed it in front of him. There were two lines of text written on it: "Blink twice in a row, it's the shutter."

“The numbers above are arranged in order, right?”

Lant blinked twice in succession, and the printer next to him printed out a replica that was exactly the same as what Lant had just seen.

“It’s just that the numbers are scrambled.”

"There are still 60 seconds left. Are you sure I don't need to wear a disguise mask?" McAllen asked.

Then he explained: "Of course, after all, I don't look Arab."

"I'd better pretend to be French. Here's your tracking device." McAllen handed him something that looked like a cell phone.

"Then the blue letter A surrounded by a small circle above is the tracking signal source."

"What is this paper clip?" Baijiu asked.

"No, it's paper." McAllen explained patiently: "It's in the box. The paper is coated with isotopes."

"Don't worry." McAllen said confidently, "You can definitely track down the location of the files. Changing the box won't help."

"How big is the range?" Baijiu asked carefully.

"It's not particularly big, about half a mile or so." McAllen spread his hands to emphasize: "So."

"It's best not to let Eris out of your sight."

"Is that Eris?" MacAllen glanced at the screen.

Baijiu immediately leaned over to observe. He raised the computer and moved it half a meter closer to his eyes: "Who is that next to him?"

"I don't know." McAllen shook his head: "We can't connect to the database, so we can't do facial recognition."

Baijiu came to Lante with the computer in his hand and asked, "Who's that next to him?"

Lant took a quick look and immediately recognized who it was. He said calmly, "This is a cryptographer from Poland."

"After the Cold War, it was he who designed the security codes for Russia's nuclear weapons."

“So…” Vermouth took a breath, “He’s here to verify the authenticity of the password.”