Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 591: Gentleman's Liquor, Taking Advantage of the Situation

Baijiu gentlemanly examined Dana's body. Her figure looked particularly beautiful under her coat.

Baijiu maintained the bottom line in his heart and did not take advantage of her. He held her wrists tightly with one hand.

He aimed the gun at her lower abdomen and said coldly, "Where have you been?"

"I got away." Danajiu took a deep breath: "He said to terminate the mission, and I left the scene immediately."

Baijiu looked calm, looked at the clock on the wall, and raised a question: "But it's already been four hours."

"Who sent you here?"

"It's them! They sent me here!" Danajiu choked.

"What do you mean by them?" Baijiu narrowed his eyes and thought: "Did they send you?"

Danajiu remained silent and looked at Baijiu quietly.

The veins on Baijiu's forehead popped up instantly, his hand pressed against the trigger, and he shouted, "If he's one of ours, then tell the truth!"

"Don't pretend to be a wooden man here!"

"I'll ask you again! Who sent you? Who!"

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against her fair and delicate skin.

Danajiu shook her head, her voice trembling slightly: "No one... no one sent me here."

She quickened her speaking speed and said sincerely: "No one, no one sent me here. We originally agreed to come here at four o'clock."

"That's four o'clock." Danajiu repeated, "If the mission is terminated, we will not come back until four o'clock."

"0400 sharp, which is four in the morning."

"Four o'clock...white wine! Four o'clock..." Danajiu's voice became weaker and weaker, and tears welled up in her eyes: "If the mission is terminated...then——"

Baijiu released her wrist, let her bangs fly back, remained calm, went back to the living room and sat in front of the computer.

He looked at the screen thoughtfully, then spoke slowly and heavily, "I have been removed from the list."

Baijiu smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect that I would come here to support and help, but be accused of being a traitor."

"Those people from the Eastern European organization actually believed that I was the one who killed Melo and the others."

Baijiu let out a long breath, opened the Bible and flipped the pages left and right: "Besides, I don't know how he did it."

What really makes Baijiu feel terrified is not the exposure of his identity, but the fear that his fake identity will be exposed because of this.

"A large amount of US dollars was transferred into my parents' account." Baijiu stood up and stared at Danajiu: "Do you know how much money is?"

Dana Jiu looked at him obediently like a kitten, then shook her head and asked tentatively, "Twenty million?"

"The number is correct." Baijiu supported his chin: "Two hundred million."

Dana's eyes widened when she heard this, and she was obviously shocked: "How can there be so many? Even anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a frame-up."

"Even if we participate in the bank attack mission, it is impossible to make so much money... because the organization's regulatory system will monitor the entire process..."

"There are even informants and members of the technical department who are secretly monitoring..."

Baijiu looked to the side, spread his hands, had already accepted his fate, and joked optimistically: "You are so dedicated to the organization."

"In the end, I was labeled a traitor."

However, Baijiu was not anxious about this. After all, in a sense, he was indeed an undercover agent.

This time of framing myself is a good opportunity to experience what it would be like if my identity was exposed and I had no communication equipment.

How to escape from danger and get rid of the charges.

"Lunfujiu thinks." Baijiu put his hands behind his back and walked around the living room to relax: "I am the traitor they have been looking for."

"Within the organization, he used his position at the Tokyo headquarters to get paid to do things for the arms dealer Max."

"Including this undercover list."

Danajiu tilted her head: "So what are you going to do?"

He said firmly: "I will help him get it."

After hearing this, Danajiu lowered his head, pinched the corners of his eyes with both hands, and after thinking for a moment, he said: “Baijiu, what you said does not make any sense at all.”

Baijiu did not follow her opinion, and still maintained his own point of view and explained: "No matter who this traitor is."

Baijiu clenched his fist and said meaningfully: "This man's pseudonym should be Job."

"I can't find him, but if he knew I had the undercover list, he would come looking for me."

"I'm going to go back." Danajiu interrupted him: "I will explain it to Lunfujiu myself."

"After all, I have been in Eastern Europe for more than ten years. You have no idea about their procedures and habits here."

“And I was born and raised here in Eastern Europe.”

Baijiu joked, "But your French accent is quite strong."

Danajiu stretched out her long legs. “That’s a long story, but I only remember vague fragments.”

"My parents passed away when I first began to remember things. They died on the spot while on a mission."

"Are your parents also part of the organization?" Baijiu asked.

"Yes." Dana Wine recalled: "That night, it seemed that a middle-aged man named Port Wine brought me to the organization."

"Since then... I have been associated with the organization."

"Port wine..." Baijiu muttered to himself, "His father..."

"What are you talking about?" Danajiu covered his head and said seriously, "Anyway, I will explain it clearly to them."

"You have nothing to do with this matter."

Baijiu stopped her thoughts and stretched out his hand to signal her to calm down: “Dannajiu, as long as you are not dead, he will think we are accomplices.”

"Ding Ding Ding! Ding Ding Ding!"

There was a radar sound coming from the computer, and a small group of words flashed at the bottom of the screen, "There is a new message, please receive it"

Baijiu sat down and opened the letter. Dana came over and supported her arms on her chest: "This is a message to Job."

"That's right." Baijiu couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips, and clicked on the message impatiently. A long string of text appeared on the screen.

They read together: "Corner of Moat Street and Neccazanka Street, 1 p.m., buy a pack of Dunhills and ask the man waiting for the bus for a light."

Baijiu pursed his lips, his face full of joy: "And I have to help him reply."

The next day, the streets were crowded with people and vehicles were busy.

Baijiu slowly moved forward and patted the long blond-haired man sitting on the bench in front of him.

"Can I borrow a match from you?"

The man smiled faintly and took out a match from his sleeve naturally. With a "crack" sound, a faint flame emerged.

At the same time, somewhere else, a black Mercedes stopped in front of them and the man opened the door.

Baijiu entered the car. The man sitting in the passenger seat was dressed very luxuriously, wearing all branded clothes.

The air inside the car smelled of money.

He said disdainfully: "Can you please take off your hat?"