Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 635 Train Chase

Chapter 635 Train Chase

"So we have to set him free. Have you notified the cleanup team?"

"They're on their way." McAllen nodded.

"Okay... okay." Baijiu suddenly frowned: "By the way, Macallan, have you passed the actual combat assessment of the action team?"

"Of course." McAllen proudly took out his ID.

"You didn't expect that." He turned around and made a face at the liquor.

"Yes...indeed." Baijiu took off his vest, and Vermouth carefully wiped his wounds.

"It's really unexpected that a member of the technical team can pass the devilish practical test." Baijiu tilted his head: "

"What is this for? Do I need to brush my teeth to wipe the wound?" Baijiu asked curiously.

"This is a genetic test." Vermouth pinched his face.

"No..." Baijiu put his hands on Belmode's shoulders and looked into her eyes: "Do you think I'm someone else's disguise?"

Vermouth was also helpless and spread her hands: "I'm just doing a routine procedure. This is what Rum specifically told me. I don't want this to happen."

"This Rum really likes to complicate simple things..."

"Hergei?" Bodanjiu called him, his eyes flashing with confusion: "Aren't you Russian?"

"Relax." Baijiu responded calmly.

McCarron raised his voice: "The cleanup team is coming! Prepare for the bump!"

"Understood!" Baijiu responded immediately.

"Sergei." Bodin called his name again, this time with obvious impatience in his tone.

He widened his eyes and asked angrily, "Are you Sergei?"

Baijiu sighed, pulled out a pistol from the floor, turned around cleanly, and shot at his neck.

"Ah!!!" Bodin wailed in pain.

Baijiu took out the blue orb from his neck and said, "Be quiet, it doesn't hurt at all. You'll be fine."

"Don't act pitiful as a grown man." Baijiu put his hands beside his ears: "I always take care of my friends."

"My friend." Bourdain lost consciousness and fell asleep.

The door behind him was open, and the door of the white van on the side was also open for a few brief seconds.

Bourdain successfully completed the run.

Vermouth tied her hair into a ponytail and sighed, "It's not easy to take him along all the way."

Baijiu quipped optimistically: "I think it's going pretty smoothly."

Vermouth poked his arm and winked, suggesting, "Would you like to tell me what you are doing in a Russian prison?"

Baijiu joked, "Then are you going to talk? Why did you drag me out here?"

Vermouth placed her slender fingers on Baijiu's chin: "Isn't this a rescue mission?"

"Then let me put it another way." Baijiu said gently: "If Rum insists on pulling me out, it means there is a big trouble outside."

"This mission was started six hours earlier."

Vermouth crossed her legs and looked at Baijiu's expression. It seemed that there was no need to hide anything from him anymore.

"We have been given a mission to find a document."

"But along the way, the document got lost."

"Who lost it?" Baijiu asked, putting on a black leather jacket: "Did you lose it?"

Vermouth looked at him meaningfully: "He is a member arranged by the organization in Hungary, his name is Hanajiu."

"Where are the people?" Baijiu frowned.

Macallan swallowed and glanced at the liquor subconsciously: “Our enemy is very strong this time.”

"The mission is to intercept a document. It's a secret document."

"It should be a simple interception mission. We know the train number of the courier."

Hanajiu disguised himself in advance and sneaked into the train station.

At the time, McCarran was lurking on top of the clock tower next to the train station.

But one thing they didn't know was the messenger's name.

Vermouth boarded the train as planned. She came to a private compartment and knocked on the door gently.

"Who is it?" There were two men standing inside, one tall and one fat.

"Wow! What a beautiful girl!" The two men's eyes lit up and were about to take further action.

"Squeak!" The moment the door opened, Vermouth rushed in instantly, waving her fists and hammering hard inside.

She clenched her fist and punched the long-haired man's nose hard.

"Hmph!" A crisp sound of breaking bones was heard, and he fell vertically to the ground.

"Wow!" The sound of a saber being drawn out, the bald strong man holding the sharp blade in his hand, like a mad bull.

Pushing towards Vermouth, of course, she is no pushover either.

Maintaining a fighting stance, he moved his feet left and right, dodging his sharp blade.

She took advantage of the moment when the bald man swung his knife and squatted down, then kicked sideways.

Elbowed him between the eyes, then twisted his wrist, stepped on his toes with his heel, and wrested the blade back from his hand.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Stabbed towards his abdomen.

"It has to be done immediately, Vermouth." Hanajiu reminded in the earphone.

Vermouth raised her pistol, grabbed the long-haired man who had just woken up by the hair, and asked, "The courier carrying the documents! What's your name?"

Hanajiu clenched his fists: "Go ahead, shoot."

"We've run out of time."

The train compartment slowly opened, Hanajiu lowered the brim of his hat and whispered, "Everyone, I need names."

"There's no way I can keep track of so many people at once."

"Marek Stefanski... oh my god..."

"Did you hear that?" Vermouth asked.

"I'm looking for it." Hanajiu turned on the phone screen and swiped down to look for contacts.

"Searching." Hanajiu double-clicked his information to enter, and put on the glasses that could automatically recognize faces.

Connected to the mobile phone system, the algorithm quickly calculates and scans the people getting off the bus.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" There was a sound in his head.

"Confirm the target." Hanajiu unscrewed the cover on the ring in his hand, revealing an iron needle inside.

He lowered his voice and said confidently: "Look at me next."

Hanajiu straightened his back, keeping a safe distance from his target, and was about to push open the door in front of him.

He pressed his hand on the target's palm and the iron needle pierced into his palm.

The target yelled, and then his eyes became dazed. Hanajiu immediately supported his shoulders: "Are you okay, brother?"

Then, Hanajiu placed him in the seat, he slowly closed his eyes, and then took the bag.

Hanajiu got the documents and everything went smoothly.

He put his hand on the headset: "I have the file."

But we are not the only ones who want this document.