Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 630 I will kill Vermouth in front of you

Chapter 630 I will kill Vermouth in front of you

"Good! Beautiful! We are on the right track. Keep going! Keep going!" Macallan compared the location of the liquor with the coordinates.

"Take the next left, then left again."

"Then go straight for 1000 meters."

"1000 meters, right?" Baijiu confirmed, took a deep breath, and quickened his pace, faster than before.

He gently dodged the old people and children on the street, muttering to himself: "Okay! Okay! Okay, turn left! Turn left!"

"Hmm!" Macallan was full of passion and more nervous than the liquor, and sweat covered his eyelids unknowingly.

"That's right! Baijiu, you're awesome! Keep going! Keep going!"

"Okay! Look......"

"Hello." McAllen greeted the female secretary who came over with a smile.

"Macallan! Macallan!" Baijiu asked impatiently, "Are you still there? Which way should we go now?!"

"Turn right."

Baijiu came to the T-junction of the alley and was about to turn right when suddenly, a truck sped past him.

If he had braked two seconds later, he would have been knocked dozens of meters away.

He simply calmed his frightened heart and continued running forward.

"Okay, then go straight and then turn left."

"Turn left?" Baijiu was a little confused: "Then I turned left!"

“Very good!” Macallan continued to provide emotional value to the liquor: “It’s the second building on the left.”

"The signal source error is approximately plus or minus three meters. It is in the northeast corner of the building."

"I'll owe you this favor first, and I'll pay you back later." After saying that, Baijiu hung up the phone and walked towards his destination.

The light inside was very dim. Baijiu moved forward cautiously. There were four elderly people sitting in the living room.

He was holding a pipe in his hand and looked like he had just finished a game of mahjong.

An old man raised his hand and looked at the liquor, his indifferent expression pointing towards the depths of the house, giving him a hint.

"It's inside." The old man spoke standard Shanghainese.

Baijiu quickened his pace with doubt.

One dares to point, the other dares to believe.

Baijiu followed the wall and sneaked into the room. He looked around cautiously. The old electric fan blew on his wet body.

"Hmph!" He heard the sound of a gun being loaded from his left.

Baijiu hurriedly squatted down, using the cupboard underneath him as a cover to shield himself and quietly observed the situation.

Unexpectedly, because the counter was full of debris, before he could squat, his strong body had already knocked the debris to the ground.

"Hmph!" A loud noise was made.

Baijiu held his breath and listened attentively for the footsteps. Faintly, he heard footsteps slowly moving towards him.

He held the blade in his left hand and the pistol in his right.

It's like a bow and arrow, ready to be launched at any time.

A white-haired European man just appeared from the corner, and when he pointed his gun at the liquor, he rolled forward.

The tip of the shoe poked out the man's eyeballs, and then the blade of the knife cut a bottomless wound in his abdomen, and blood dripped out.

Baijiu supported the man's arm with his hand, stood up, hooked his shoulders, and threw him heavily to the ground with a back shoulder throw.

From behind, a burly black-haired man came over.

Baijiu pulled out his right hand instantly, and without any hesitation, he pressed the trigger in one go, and several bullets shot out from the muzzle.

The bullet pierced the man's neck and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The man fell backwards, and his body knocked open the door behind him. By accident, he saw that Vermouth was wearing a white shirt.

Tied to a chair, she stared at Baijiu.

Baijiu immediately ran towards the room and came to Vermouth. After confirming that there was no one around, he came in front of him to check the situation.

"Are you okay? They didn't do anything to you."

Suddenly, Baijiu felt a sharp pain in his head, and a strong roar kept ringing in his skull, stinging his nerves.

He fell to the floor uncontrollably, as if he had eaten some mushroom, and the world was spinning blindly.

"Oh my god!" Baijiu hit his forehead on the floor.

"Oh my God!" Baijiu screamed at the top of his lungs.

The pain made it impossible for him to hear his own voice.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of the white wine. Owen showed a weird smile and looked at the white wine poured on the ground with amusement.

"Swish!" He instantly exerted force with his right heel and kicked his gun to the side.

Owen put his tongue against his teeth, with a determined look on his face: "I have activated the bomb in your brain."

"Oh oh oh!" Owen put his hand on Baijiu's chin: "What a pitiful little dog."

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Owen suddenly laughed wildly.

"Bang!" He spread his legs and kicked Baijiu's face hard.

Owen looked down at his watch and stepped on the back of Baijiu's head: "You have about four minutes left."

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" Owen stepped hard on his head with his heel, which undoubtedly made the situation worse.

"What? You still want to resist?" Owen stepped on his wrist and glared at him fiercely: "You want to shoot me with a gun?"

Baijiu endured the severe pain and slowly stood up with the left half of his body, a few drops of blood flowing down from his forehead.

"Wow!" Owen's mouth curled slightly and he waved his arms: "You are so strong!"

"Bang!" Owen clenched his fist and punched him hard on the right face, and white wine, saliva and blood sprayed out of his mouth.

"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!" Vermouth felt very distressed.

She kept moving her body, trying to break free.

"I didn't tell you." Owen adjusted his breathing and wiped the blood on his fist: "She kept calling your name!"

Owen walked up to Vermouth and tore off the tape around her lips.

"White wine...White wine!" Tears flowed from the corners of Vermouth's eyes.

Irving grabbed Baijiu and then kicked him hard against the wall, venting his dissatisfaction on the plane.

He punched the dying Baijiu hard, hitting him hard.

"White wine..." Vermouth's eyes were filled with heartache.

Vermouth shouted, "Just leave now! Don't worry about me! They don't dare to do anything to me!"

"I'll find a way to escape! Run away!"

"Go contact the organization's headquarters, there will definitely be a way!"

"It's so noisy!" Owen pulled the trigger at the ceiling.

"Bang!" He threatened Vermouth: "Don't think I don't dare to kill you! I don't care about that gentleman at all!"

"I've already defected from the organization! What else do I have to fear?"

"Get up! Damn it! This will make you comfortable, right?"

Owen grabbed Baijiu's hair and lifted him up.

Owen licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue and showed a sick and sinister smile: "Did I tell you?"

"I'm going to kill you in front of her."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Do not."

Owen put away his smile, turned around, and pointed at Belmode's forehead: "I will kill her in front of you."