Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

above the roof.

Baijiu tied himself up with a rope, used a hook to make a simple zipline, and slid down along the wire above the hall.

He slid the lighter from his pocket and threw it downward.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

The rumbling sound of the explosion serves as the music that accompanies the entrance of the liquor.

Vermouth wiped the blood from her face and saw flames flickering in the air.

He showed a relieved smile, then reacted immediately and looked for ways to save himself without any delay.

She closed her eyes tightly and tried once again what the liquor had taught her before.

The ability to "expand the area in the brain".

"You must concentrate and put your whole heart into it. Peace of mind is the core factor."

Vermouth recalled Baijiu's words in her mind.

The scene before lights out kept building in her mind, a vivid, three-dimensional picture unfolding.

"Here it is."

Vermouth suddenly opened her eyes, jumped to the right on the spot, predicted the distance of the man in black who had the key, and rushed towards him sideways in the darkness.

He caught the fallen key with both hands and untied the hand and foot chains in one go.

With swift steps, he silently came behind the tattooed man and pointed the gun at the back of the man's head.

"Peng!"

As the gunshot rang out, he used his hands to grab the small black box containing the USB flash drive and microprocessor.

"Not bad, you've mastered my unique skill in just a few days, you're really talented~~"

Baijiu gently pinched Vermouth's shoulder, exclaimed with joy, and handed the pistol to her.

"Of course, for a talented beauty like me, it's a very normal thing."

Vermouth replied playfully.

"Oh? Really? I thought my "amulet" was working."

Baijiu smiled, and before Vermouth could speak, he reached out his hand, gently grasped her delicate wrist, and ran in the darkness and chaos.

"Follow closely. If my calculations are correct, we should be able to escape before the lights come on."

Vermouth didn't say anything, but just said "hmm" with a hint of teasing and trust, mixed with emotion and warmth.

Leave the direction of progress to Baijiu and take charge of the rear yourself.

The two of them walked in unison and cooperated very well.

Vermouth held a pistol and used her keen hearing and the sound to determine the enemy's position.

Automatically imagine the enemy's head in your mind.

Firing in the dark, every shot hit the bull's eye.

The crisp sound of breaking bones and the sound of water overlapped.

"You're so thoughtful! You even installed a flame arrester."

Baijiu did not answer Vermouth. He cleared his throat, pressed the mobile headset beside his ear and spoke.

"The electric current torture has been lifted! You are free!"

"Escape from this devil's cave!"

The sound of white wine was heard on the radio in the hall.

People who had been abused and tortured into numbness and dullness slowly stood up from their seats, like the living dead.

He had almost lost his self-awareness and had no opinion of his own. He just stood there in a daze.

He was even shaking and tapping his hands constantly.

From time to time, he begged for mercy like an NPC.

A set of smooth muscle memory has been formed.

Baijiu was just about to push open the door and leave according to the pre-prepared route.

Suddenly I felt a strong airflow coming from the front.

Baijiu reacted like an AI, quickly releasing Vermouth's wrist and pushing her aside.

The two bullets missed them by just 2 millimeters.

Vermouth immediately adjusted her center of gravity, half-crouched down and held onto the ground to reduce friction.

Before they had time to adjust and rest, a strong sword energy slashed towards Baijiu.

"brush!"

The air flow dropped from Baijiu's ears, the blade was deeply inserted into the ground, and the sound of the floor tearing could be heard clearly.

Vermouth was twisting her body to the side, dodging the bullets.

“Squeak…squeak.”

The light flickered on, it was the backup power supply.

The old man sitting in the chair gave an order and a mechanical voice shouted angrily.

"Eliminate those two young men and these bastards in black!!"

Under the light, Baijiu and Vermouth finally saw who was in front of them.

They were the two generals Heng and Ha standing beside the old man.

They seem to be blind, so they have extraordinary hearing.

So in the darkness just now it was like being at home.

"brush!"

The silver man suddenly jumped up from the air and slashed at Baijiu's forehead with his sword.

Baijiu was not afraid of danger and immediately took out a sharp dagger to block the silver man's blade and turned his body sideways.

The result was obvious, the dagger broke into two, and the broken blade cut Baijiu's face.

The situation on the other side of Vermouth was not optimistic either. The golden man dodged Vermouth's bullets, moving left and right so fast that he left an afterimage.

"Fuck, are these two special mutants?"

Baijiu and Vermouth stood back to back, trusting each other.

The "Ghost Organization members" armed with guns blocked the route and opened fire on them.

The insane Rick, holding a pistol and a knife, rushed towards Vermouth at a rapid speed with a ferocious expression.

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair and directing passionately.

The golden man pulled the trigger and drove towards Vermouth, while the silver man swung the knife at Baijiu.

The situation was at a stalemate and there seemed to be no hope.

Will it win?

"We will win." (Gojo Sensei (bushi))

There was no trace of nervousness on their faces.

Baijiu's eyebrows and eyes were stained with darkness. He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile, and said in a cold voice.

"Finally you're here to deliver it."

Baijiu took out a pen from his sleeve, and at the same time took out an umbrella and lighter from his pocket and put them in Vermouth's hand.

Shan narrowed his eyes and aimed the tip of his pen at the silver man.

"Whoosh!"

A poisonous needle with so much thread that it was invisible shot into his neck at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Vermouth immediately pulled out the umbrella and opened it.

"Peng!"

The sound of the umbrella opening and the sound of bullets falling to the ground occurred simultaneously.

The slender fingers slid the lighter and put it into the mouth of Rick, who was roaring ferociously at the side.

"Go to hell!"

Vermouth said in a cold voice.

"Snapped!"

Not only did he return the slap, but he also tilted his body backwards, leaning towards the men in black.

Vermouth subconsciously held the hand holding the liquor and rolled it to the left at the same frequency.

He pressed the umbrella's firing button and swept the golden man into a sieve.

"Peng!"

The lighter bomb exploded in Rick's mouth and scattered all over the ground.

They cooperated perfectly and fought their way out.

Vermouth followed Baijiu's steps and walked into the gate. They divided the work tacitly and dealt with the enemies in front and behind.

Climbing up the spiral staircase, Vermouth threw the remaining bombs downwards, temporarily stopping the enemy's pursuit.

"How are you going to leave?"

Vermouth looked out the window and saw vehicles outside exploding one after another.

"How about flying away?" Baijiu said seriously.

They made their way to the top of the floor.

Baijiu took out the rope and hook and untied the knot as if he was running at twice the speed.

"Are your clothes a treasure chest? They can hold so many things."

Vermouth teased, taking out a tissue and wiping Baijiu's wound.

"Your height and weight, hurry up! Time is running out!"

Baijiu spoke to Vermouth with a serious expression, but his eyes contained a hint of tenderness. He subconsciously reached out his hand to the corner of Vermouth's mouth and wiped away the blood.

The footsteps below gradually became louder and closer.

"Shit! Are they dogs? They bite so hard!"

"174, 105."

Vermouth took out her pistol and dealt with the approaching enemy without hesitation or dragging her feet, she spoke cleanly and neatly.

Baijiu trusted her so much that he didn't confirm it again.

He simply sorted out the numbers, calculated the formula in his mind, plugged the numbers in, and tied the rope tightly around his waist.

"Try to move your body weight to the right so that you can maintain your balance."

"If an accident happens, just go to the left shore and steer the boat. Don't worry about me. I will find a way to solve it."

"Hush, there's a saying that goes 'Misfortune comes from the mouth'. I don't want any more accidents to happen."

Although Vermouth's expression was indifferent, there was tenderness in her eyes. She raised her little finger and covered her mouth with the liquor.

Baijiu did not reply to her, but quickly hung the hook on the rope.

He put his arms around Vermouth's slender waist and swung towards the lighthouse, which was about 500 meters away.

Halfway through the row, I gradually heard the sound of the rope beginning to tear.

Baijiu kept controlling his center of gravity and stabilizing his balance, while Vermouth fired from the air to the back to prevent them from damaging the rope.

"It's now!"

Baijiu pushed Vermouth into the lighthouse and protected her.

At the same time, the zipline connecting the castle to the lighthouse just collapsed.

Baijiu leaned forward, cut the rope that tied him with a knife, and rushed forward.

"Peng!"

"what!!"

A bullet hit Baijiu's left shoulder, and the bullet caused Baijiu to lose one second of deceleration time due to off-field factors.

This caused the liquor to miss the "perfect opportunity" to enter the lighthouse.

Vermouth was just about to reach out to grab the liquor, but the liquor kept moving away and fell into the turbulent deep sea.

"Peng!"

The sound of falling into the water overlapped with Vermouth's voice.

"Liquor!!!"