Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous
Chapter 113 Don't Have Bad Thoughts on Vermouth
In the castle corridor.
Vermouth's hands and feet were tied tightly with iron chains, and she was detained by several strong men.
Dozens of guns were pointed at her head, moving slowly in the dark and damp corridor.
"Go faster! Don't have any bad thoughts about me!!"
A big man pushed Vermouth's back roughly, both venting his anger and secretly taking advantage of her.
Seeing that Vermouth ignored him and didn't say anything, he sneered softly, twitched his lips slightly, and stared at her with lustful eyes.
The two dishonest hands were eager to try, smiling like a pervert.
Vermouth lowered her eyes and slowed down her pace.
Suddenly! She pretended to be tripped by the gravel and stumbled forward.
Suddenly, he made a sharp turn, exerted force on his core abdomen, controlled his center of gravity perfectly, and did a smooth backflip.
The tips of his shoes poked at the man's head first, and the iron chain left a deep black mark on the back of his neck.
After falling to the ground, he used his abdominal force again, swung his feet and poked him in the face, then stood up.
She turned her head and stared at the men in black around her with cold eyes.
Everyone raised their pistols and aimed at Vermouth's head, as if waiting for the order to fire.
Facing several guns, he did not feel the slightest bit of fear, and there was a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Vermouth smiled faintly and continued walking forward.
"Be careful! Don't anger this woman! If something happens to her, can you bear the responsibility?"
"It's not that we are afraid of 'that adult'. After all, as long as we unlock the authority, we can 'redeemourne'."
"But the most important thing now is the password permission."
"Only Vermouth knows this! What we need to do now is to get the password from her as soon as possible!"
Rick shouted to everyone in the corridor.
"We can't do anything to you, but the Ghost Organization can."
"If you are subjected to inhumane abuse, don't blame us for not giving you a heads up in advance." Rick frowned and said to Vermouth earnestly.
"Oh."
Vermouth just said it lightly, with a calm expression.
"Think about your deceased relatives! It won't take long before we can be reunited with them!"
Rick spoke with tears in his eyes, his fists trembling slightly.
Vermouth suddenly laughed and snorted coldly.
They walked up the spiral staircase, which made a creaking sound and shook slightly. The handrails were rusty and could basically be reopened if they were accidentally scratched.
The vast walls are covered with various exquisite paintings and sculptures from the Renaissance period, and the entire hall is filled with an artistic and ancient atmosphere.
Classy and elegant.
Rick walked to an ancient gate, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself with sincere anticipation.
"I hope the Ghost Organization can help us crack it, please."
Two miniature cameras above their heads quickly scanned the group of people.
"Squeak!"
The door opened automatically, making a noisy sound.
What came into view was a huge display screen in the distance and the crackling sound of keyboards, which displayed the attack routes around the world.
These "hackers" tapped at their keyboards with lifeless and lonely eyes. There was no glimmer of hope in their eyes. Their faces showed an expression that was worse than death and were extremely dark.
He had something similar to headphones on his head and his feet were locked with iron chains.
The "hackers" had no time to be attracted by their attention. When they felt a little sleepy, they suddenly trembled all over as if they were hit by electric current.
The whole is divided into two major areas.
A hacker area and an area responsible for making phone calls.
Members of the "Ghost" organization patrolled the two areas constantly, armed with rifles, ropes and electric batons, urging them to work hard.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
"I told you to be lazy! I told you to be lazy! Are you still going to be lazy?"
"Who are you contacting again?! Do you think I can't hear it?!"
"Zizzizi!"
A tattooed man strolled down from the stage and asked defiantly.
"Where's the microprocessor? I didn't expect you guys would actually take it away. You really have a bunch of good-for-nothings!"
He whipped the unfortunate guy beside him.
"Is this the woman who has been playing tricks on our group? She has a pretty face and a nice figure. It looks like a new top-notch girl has joined the "confinement room."
The man reached out and stroked Vermouth's face, staring at her with lustful eyes.
His hands involuntarily wrapped around her narrow waist just as he was about to take further action.
Vermouth leaned back quickly, and the sudden collision made the man in black behind her panic.
She seized the opportunity, leaned forward, and opened her bright red lips.
He bit the knife handle with his left molar from the side of the man in black and stabbed at the man's dirty hands.
The moment the blood spurted out, Vermouth immediately let go, turned around and ran towards Rick and the others, rolling over.
"What annoys me most is people who come up to me and make a move on me."
Vermouth stared at him ferociously.
"Ah!! Ah!! Bitch! Kill her!!"
The man covered his hands grimly, his expression was extremely frightened, and the corners of his eyes were twitching violently.
"Peng! Peng! Peng!"
The men in black used their bodies to block the bullets and surrounded Vermouth.
Vermouth lowered her eyes. Everything was as she expected, because she still had a use for the man in black.
"Don't shoot! Please!"
Rick slid down, knelt on the ground sincerely, put his hands together, prayed sincerely, and kowtowed one after another.
The several bullets that were fired were all blocked by the men in black. They covered their bleeding wounds and continued to protect Vermouth.
The confused man was stunned for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to signal them to put down their guns.
An old man with difficulty walking and a twisted neck came to them in a wheelchair.
The old man used a loudspeaker on his neck and sensors on his head, as well as facial muscle movements and eye and eyebrow movements, to speak.
Use machine algorithms to synthesize what you want to express.
"What happened? Didn't they say the 'microprocessor' was brought here?"
A mechanical voice spoke, and on both sides of the old man were bodyguards wearing "silver hoods" and "gold hoods" respectively.
He is about 2 meters tall, with a muscular body, and his left pectoral muscle is as big as Vermouth's head.
"I'm sorry, we have already taken back the 'microprocessor', but the authority and password are in the hands of this woman. If we give us some more time, we will definitely be able to find out."
"Or...see if you can crack it."
Rick choked and stammered, bending down at a right angle and handing them the black box with both hands sincerely.
"Yes, give us a little more time and it will definitely be solved. If the time is not up, we can definitely find out the answer." A man who looked like Vodka said naively.
Rick turned his head and looked at him with a complicated expression, as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
"What's wrong, Brother Rick, do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Okay, that's what you said."
"I'll give you another five minutes. If you haven't opened it when the time is up, do everything as promised at the time."
"As for this woman, I'll leave her to you to deal with for a day after I'm done talking, as compensation for your injuries."
After saying this, the old man got on his wheelchair and prepared to leave.
"Snapped!!"
Rick slapped the man in the face out of frustration.
"Vermouth, please! I just want to be reunited with my daughter."
"If she hadn't had the accident, she would be 12 years old now."
"You should have seen it, Vermouth. You even touched her head a few years ago and said that this little girl was really beautiful."
"So this is why you were betrayed by the organization?"
Vermouth was not moved by Rick's self-torture, but instead felt that he was extremely hypocritical.
"I have no regrets about joining the organization. Aren't we fighting for our families all for the sake of our lives?"
"But... we have lost our family and our spiritual support. How can we still have hope of living?"
"Yeah, I just want to see my sister and be reunited."
"I want to celebrate my belated birthday with my father."
"I want to go back to that day and tell my mother not to send me dumplings, or she won't..."
Everyone told about the difficulties hidden in their hearts.
Vermouth smiled, turned her head, and spoke in a casual yet meaningful tone.
"In fact, your real goal is to achieve immortality, and to live in the digital world."
"But I can tell you responsibly that you have all been deceived. The current level of technology is completely unattainable in order to resurrect the dead."
Vermouth smiled elegantly, glanced around, and woke the man up from his dream with one word.
But their eyes revealed more of a lack of acceptance and disbelief.
Seeing that they did not respond, Vermouth continued to speak in a relaxed tone, enunciating each word clearly.
"Rick, it seems that your daughter's death was caused by your drunk driving that night."
"Ask yourself, do you really love your daughter?"
"Although I have met you less frequently, I can tell from your daughter's words and your unintentional actions."
"It can be seen that you have been letting your daughter run wild for a long time, and even did——!!"
"enough!!!!"
Rick said through gritted teeth, the corners of his mouth twitching constantly, as if he was escaping from reality.
"I was originally planning to send your daughter to live with my friend, but I didn't know the bad news would come soon after."
Vermouth talked incessantly, connecting the details of everyone with the past.
It was like a criticism meeting, tearing off everyone's hypocritical masks.
"A detective is a hunter looking for the truth. Every clue is the footprint of the prey, and every detail hides the traces of the truth."
Vermouth's mind kept surfacing what Baijiu said to her on the road that night, and she smiled for the first time in a long time.
"I'm asking you to tell me, or not?"
"Vermouth! I've given you enough face, don't be so shameless!"
Rick twisted Vermouth's chin, pulled her hair, and punched her in the lower abdomen like a meteor.
"Snapped!"
Rick slapped Vermouth in anger.
"Do we have to tear each other apart? Can't we just part ways in peace?!"
The men in black on both sides held her arms and held her firmly in place.
There was a trace of blood at the corner of Vermouth's mouth, but there was no trace of fear in her eyes. Instead, she stared at Rick more forcefully.
"The time is up. It seems that you have not fulfilled the conditions you promised."
"Tear it up."
"No! Give us a little more time!"
"You guys can try to crack it, aren't you the most powerful hackers? This shouldn't be a problem for you!"
Rick ran towards the man in the silver hood like a possessed man, pestering him like a follower.
"Are you annoying? Damn it!"
The tattooed man pushed him away and tore open a stack of contracts with his strong fingers. The veins on his head popped out and his nostrils flared.
The contract was torn into several small pieces, too small to be put together, and then the broken pieces were thrown at Rick's head.
"Do not!!!"
Rick knelt frantically in front of the fragments, trying to piece them together.
Rick has completely lost his human rationality.
"Vermouth!! I'm going to kill you! Fix her for me!"
"Hey! Let me take care of her! Go back to where you came from!"
The tattooed man grabbed Rick's chest and threatened.
"Peng!!"
A bullet pierced through the heads of the men in black on both sides of Vermouth at the same time.
Then the power in the entire hall was cut off and two smoke bombs rolled to the ground.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Quickly turn on the backup power supply! Contact the control room personnel. What happened——"
"Peng!"
The commander fell into a pool of blood before he could finish his words.
"ladies and gentlemen!"
There was a sound coming from the speakers in the hall.
"This show is officially starting!"
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