Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

They came to the guest lounge on the third floor, which was filled with various high-tech entertainment and leisure items.

VR glasses, fully automatic massage, and robots that automatically serve tea and water.

The guests, dressed in formal attire, sprawled out on the pure mink sofas.

However, although they seem to be resting, they are actually moving secretly, each with their own ulterior motives.

He made overly obvious little movements and glanced at them from time to time, and with his peripheral vision, he silently watched every move of Vermouth and Baijiu.

A tall man with a mustache, neatly dressed, elegant temperament, and a red rose hanging on his chest walked up to them.

He politely extended his right hand and led them inside to a tea area.

Vermouth and Baijiu pulled out chairs at the same time and sat opposite the man.

Baijiu pretended to scratch his neck, raised his head slightly, and took a quick look around.

It was surprisingly quiet here, with very few people around. There wasn't even a single surveillance camera installed in the huge area.

The man glanced left and right to confirm that everything was correct.

He reached into his suit and placed the USB drive and microprocessor on the table. He held his cheek with his left hand and made the number three with his fingers.

Vermouth sneered slightly, raised her chin, and looked at the man calmly.

Baijiu took out three cards from her bag and pushed them in front of the man, hugging her arms tightly, her muscles visible to the naked eye.

They waited for the man's response with expressionless faces.

Baijiu was eager to try, ready to take action at any time according to Vermouth's orders.

The man took the three cards in his hand, smiled contemptuously, and then broke them with his bare hands.

"Click!!"

He threw it into the trash can below with disdain, twitched the corners of his lips indifferently, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice.

"I mean $300 million. Please take out your black card and pay."

"Instead of these cards, understand? Is it enough for me to splurge for a day?"

The man rudely placed the card reader on the table, making a loud noise. He crossed his legs and deliberately stepped on Vermouth's trouser legs, his face revealing impatience.

Vermouth did not respond to his provocation, but just raised her eyes and stared at him with her head tilted.

Because in her eyes, there were two words written all over this man's face.

"Died."

"You're still the same as always."

Vermouth raised her eyebrows at him, smiled slightly, took out a beautiful black card from her bag, and handed it to the man politely.

"Did you take the opportunity to steal it from the storage room when you were on the second floor just now?"

Vermouth added slowly.

He asked with obvious ulterior motive.

"Yes, otherwise... "

Suddenly he hastily changed his words, his face suddenly changed, a few drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he pressed the wrong number on the card machine.

The man paused, as if he was choosing his words, and after thinking for a moment he spoke hesitantly.

"How is that possible....I took it from the storage room on the second floor of the laboratory."

"If you pick it up here, then I won't charge you so much, right?"

The man changed the subject, smiling awkwardly, and raised his two small eyes, looking at the two of them half-jokingly.

Vermouth smiled without saying anything, crossing her arms elegantly.

He poked Baijiu lightly with the tip of his shoe, and Baijiu raised his eyebrows and reacted immediately.

"I'm going to the bathroom first. When I'm done, wait for me on the first floor."

Vermouth said with a double meaning.

Baijiu nodded lightly, pretended to scratch his nose, and casually made the number 4 with his fingers.

Vermouth lowered her eyes in response.

Baijiu supported his left hand on the table, and his natural expression and movements did not make the man feel suspicious at all.

Baijiu rubbed his eyes and observed him out of the corner of his eye.

He hooked his right hand into his sleeve and, taking advantage of the man's blind spot, constantly adjusted the direction and slightly swung the pen tip in his sleeve.

Baijiu twitched the corner of his lips and tilted his head slightly.

His thumb lightly pressed against the pen body, and an invisible short poisonous spike shot into the man's forehead.

(Just like the Maori anesthetic needle, it disappears immediately after insertion.)

The man's eyes became dull and petrified for a moment, and his head drooped down, completely covering the rose on his chest.

"Hey...what's wrong with you? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

Baijiu patted the man on the shoulder, with a dazed tone and a bewildered expression, he acted as if it were real.

Guests sitting in other places hurriedly got up from their seats and rushed over here.

Baijiu squinted his eyes and inadvertently noticed that a man had a cell phone in his pocket with the screen on, and it seemed that he was sending some text messages.

Taking advantage of the panic, Baijiu quietly walked out of the house, looking at this bunch of stupid people with a half-smile.

He then took out three spherical smoke bombs, held them between his fingers, and smashed them to the ground.

The people who reacted quickly could not see Baijiu, and they also heard the disappearance of Vermouth through the earphones. They reacted immediately and realized that they had fallen into a trap.

He pulled out a pistol and angrily chased after Baijiu. The moment he opened the door, he drank a whole bottle of Baijiu, as if he had entered heaven.

"Ah!! Am I blind?!"

"Brother, I can't see!"

"Why is it so white?!"

"There's no doubt that this is a flashbang!!"

Baijiu closed his eyes and relied on his intuition to draw the three-dimensional scene in his mind.

A running start, swinging arms, feet on the windowsill, followed by a confident pledge of faith.

Baijiu suddenly opened his eyes and grasped the branches in front of him tightly with both hands.

Swinging freely under this huge tree, like a monkey.

Finally, he landed perfectly on the ground, brushing off the leaves that fell on his body, and taking with him the umbrella that had been placed outside the manor.

Baijiu listened to the footsteps approaching in the hall, snorted coldly, and took out a lighter from his pocket.

"Shh!"

He slid and threw it toward the kitchen with a graceful shooting gesture, then ran behind the tree.

A few seconds later.

"Peng!!!"

All the glass in the huge manor was shattered, and a raging fire broke out in the kitchen. The banquet instantly turned into a memorial service.

The guests inside were running out like crazy, pushing the crowd and squeezing their way out of the small exit, getting so squeezed that they were bleeding.

The hypocritical mask of elegance and graceful manners at the banquet was completely torn off in the face of the disaster-stricken people's hearts.

"Did you get it, Vermouth?"

Baijiu spoke in a leisurely tone, turned his head and looked at the "Akai Mutake" in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

"Your ears are very useful. I wanted to scare you."

Vermouth curled her lips and said jokingly, holding a small box in her hand. The packaging was very exquisite, and there was a smart screen on the outside with a password set.

There should be a real USB flash drive and processor inside.

"So the real "L" is indeed in the storage room on the second floor."

"Yes, but "L" is beyond saving. However, judging from the wound on his temple, it seems that he committed suicide intentionally."

"Before you die, you should place the fake thing in your left hand. Doing so is a gamble on whether you can keep the real thing."

Vermouth took off the hood, handed it to Baijiu, turned on the phone, and inserted a small machine into the charging slot of the phone.

Baijiu moved closer to her and looked at Vermouth's phone screen curiously.

【Already connected to the monitoring system】

【Uploading data】

[Deleting included face images]

【completed】

"Isn't this the system that Curacao used that day?" Baijiu said, pointing to the familiar USB flash drive.

"Yes, she gave it to me as an open source, and I asked my informant to improve it a little bit."

"After all, who wouldn't like a tool that is convenient and saves trouble?" Vermouth said with a smile.

"So all the footage of us in the surveillance video has been deleted? Aren't you afraid of discovering any omissions?" Baijiu asked puzzledly, his hands on his hips.

"Uh-huh, don't worry. I've swapped our faces. My face is replaced with Akai Tsumugi's."

"The powerful algorithm simulates the scenes of Akai Tsutomu's actions, just like they are real."

Vermouth spoke in a cold and meaningful tone.

"Then 'digital life' is theoretically feasible."

Baijiu lowered his head and spoke softly.

"Artificial intelligence is really powerful. If I had known earlier, I would have joined the research team and wouldn't have to work so hard."

Baijiu quipped jokingly.

"Why, do you feel tired and stressed from today's mission?"

“No, no, no… I just said I’m used to it, hehehe.”

Vermouth looked at Baijiu's serious expression, and couldn't help but lower her head, with a smile flashing across her lips.

"Sometimes you are really cute, just like a little kid."

Vermouth said ambiguously.

Baijiu cleared his throat, deliberately switched to a serious expression and spoke heavily.

"By the way, these people should be from the "Ghost" organization."

"I heard that an 'international criminal hacker group' was trying to use this 'microprocessor' to upgrade their servers."

"But I think it's more like a 'fraud group'."

"Let me hear how you, the great detective, discovered it."

Vermouth looked at the liquor with expectant eyes.

"The rose on the chest, and the circular pattern visible through the cuffs when the man puts his things."

"Lastly, his accent is obviously Scottish."

"And most of the members of Ghost are from Scotland, so in summary—"

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

Baijiu and Vermouth hid behind the tree as soon as the bullet was fired, which shows that their reaction speed is so amazing. They saw several members of the "Ghost Organization" rushing towards them.

"How did they catch up with us? Did their footsteps give us away?"

"Who knows, but they should regret it now!"

Baijiu opened the umbrella, pressed the button on the handle, and fired at them like a machine gun.

"Vermouth, you go over the wall first. I'll follow you after you take care of them."

"Leave these little minions to me."

"Be careful, I'll wait for you at the old place." Vermouth floated over the wall lightly.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Damn, what a crappy equipment! It's so hard to suppress!" Baijiu threw the umbrella aside.

Baijiu took out the dagger and pistol he was most skilled at, and shuttled between their hail of bullets, the sharp blade cutting long and deep cuts one after another.

The muzzle of the gun, which was not even warm yet, fired clean and sharp bullets.

"That's it?!"

While the liquor was still being enjoyed.

There was a sudden crackling sound of electricity coming from the mobile headset.

"Hello? Vermouth? Vermouth! Can you hear me?"

Baijiu kept repeating with a frown on his face, his eyes filled with confusion and uneasiness.

"Shouldn't it be? What's going on?"

"Go to hell!" Two members of the ghost organization attacked Baijiu waving machetes.

"Do not talk!!"

Baijiu broke both of their arms, elbowed them in the eyeballs, and immediately flew over the wall.

As he watched the familiar license plate disappear from his sight, the knife and pistol fell into his hands unconsciously.

"So, you are the middleman, Mr. Driver."