Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Meanwhile, on the other side.

At noon, in the most prosperous urban area of ​​Nagano Prefecture.

"Did you sneak in?"

"Okay, if something unexpected happens, proceed as planned."

Vermouth hung up the phone and looked down at the time.

Vermouth took a taxi and stopped at an intersection. She nodded slightly, then lowered her eyes to compare the picture with that in her mobile phone.

"Xingjiu Ke" dessert shop (Nagano main store).

Suddenly, Vermouth felt a hint of coolness around her. She tilted her head slightly, used her sunglasses as a cover, and moved her eyes around quickly.

She put the phone to her ear and pretended to be talking on the phone, using the phone's anti-peeping screen and the cover of her head as double protection to record the video.

Finally, two suspicious persons were found. Their abilities and reactions did not seem to be at the organization's level. Could they be "informants"?

With doubts in her heart, Vermouth walked into the huge dessert shop.

When we entered the store, although it was not packed, it was at least half full.

It’s just that the seating positions are very even and regular, and the atmosphere is quite strange.

She walked lightly to the second floor and sat down at a window seat.

A waiter came over and spoke in a soft voice.

"Ma'am, what would you like to order?"

Vermouth raised her clear and watery eyes and looked up and down at the waiter in front of her with freckles on his face.

Suddenly, she noticed that the waiter was missing two fingers.

With a faint smile on his lips, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, put his hands on the place where his weapons were hidden, prepared to take measures at any time, and spoke slowly.

"We are both God and the devil."

"Because we want to reverse the flow of time." The waiter continued with a smile.

"I almost didn't recognize you after you added freckles to your face. If I hadn't seen your two broken fingers, you might have been the first to speak."

Vermouth picked up a magazine from the bookshelf at the back, pinched the sides with her slender fingers, and looked relaxed.

"Speaking of fingers, Vermouth, what's that ring of yours?" the freckled man asked tentatively.

"My boyfriend gave it to me. What's wrong? We're getting married after this mission is over."

Vermouth raised her eyebrows and looked at the man with disdain, as if she was deliberately provoking him.

"No...it's okay."

His face instantly drooped, he looked gloomy, and his fists were clenched into a ball.

Vermouth observed his every move through her sunglasses and came up with the answer in her heart.

"Hurry up, it's getting late, the transaction must be completed quickly."

Vermouth held her face and tapped the table with her fingers, as if conveying a message, with impatience written all over her face.

"You...just take it out." said the freckled man sadly.

Vermouth heard a cold snort and turned her head to look to the side.

"Are you kidding me? Do I have to hand you something this important in broad daylight?"

"Who knows how many eyes are watching us here."

Vermouth said with a hint of meaning, staring at the freckled man with an intriguing look, and hooked her slender fingers downwards, pinching the microprocessor between her two fingertips.

"Forgot...you said something about my brain." He said absentmindedly and handed the menu to Vermouth.

"Let me see what new products you have."

Vermouth took the menu, tossed it upwards with her fingertips, and smoothly placed the microprocessor into the slot above the menu.

No one except herself noticed her method.

Vermouth placed her fingers on her bright red lips and put the menu back in his hands.

"It's a pleasure working with you. I won't eat with you today. I have to go back to see my boyfriend."

Vermouth continued to hurt the freckled man's heart.

"Okay...I wish...I wish you two happiness."

He swallowed, calmed down, and left his seat. His gloomy mood caused his legs to become crooked and he could not walk.

Vermouth put the magazine aside, left her seat, and was about to leave the second floor.

A deep voice came from behind, followed by the sound of guns being drawn in unison.

"Leaving me a knockoff and leaving is not good, right? Vermouth."

The freckled man walked angrily behind Vermouth and aimed his gun at the back of her head.

"I'm just giving an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."

"You are a knockoff yourself, how dare you say that to me?"

Vermouth turned her head and smiled contemptuously, her eyes fixed on the freckled man's fingers.

"Your real name should be "Ike", the man who confessed his love to me seven times and failed all the time."

"I really admire your courage. Putting aside the issue of betrayal, you actually made up your mind to make your face look like my informant."

"And what I admire even more is that you can be so cruel as to cut off two of your own fingers."

Vermouth approached step by step, as if she was the threatening one.

"But you forgot that my 'informant's' little finger was not completely cut off, but a small piece was left."

"Also, let me tell you one more thing. I have never had any good feelings towards you. I feel more disgust towards you."

"Do you need me to tell everyone about your perverted behavior?"

Vermouth continued to attack Ike's psychological defenses and took the initiative.

"Enough!!!" Ike yelled.

"Hand over the microprocessor quickly! Otherwise I will cut a hole in your head!!!"

Ike frowned, furious.

"From what I know about you, you wouldn't dare to shoot."

Vermouth moved closer and closer, pressing her forehead against the muzzle of Ike's gun.

"Ike! What are you doing? Give the order quickly!!"

There was a lot of noise and discussion coming from the people behind me.

"I...I...I can't do it."

Ike was trembling all over. At this moment, he was stunned and stood there in a daze.

Because he couldn't do anything to the woman he once truly loved, in his own eyes, he was a passionate man.

But in the eyes of the audience and Vermouth, he is just a clown.

"Be good, if you can't do it, I'll help you--"

Before Vermouth could finish her words, she pulled out a pistol from her bosom.

Aim for Ike's head.

"Peng!!"

Golden Headshot! (Diamond plus 1.)

Ike fell in a pool of blood.

"Ike! I'm on morning 8!!"

"You idiot! Kill this woman now!"

His accomplices rushed forward, pulling the trigger and driving towards Vermouth.

Upon seeing this, Vermouth immediately kicked the table down with her toes, rolled sideways, curled up her body, and used it as a cover.

Vermouth's informant, who had been lurking in the dessert shop, picked up a stool and a pistol and joined the melee.

They followed the request they had just received, which was what Vermouth transmitted with her fingers.

"Act immediately after the enemy opens fire."

Taking advantage of their fierce fight, Vermouth used the table to move forward continuously, came to a pillar, and dragged Ike's body over.

I tore off his clothes and checked his collarbone, and sure enough, there was a special mark printed on it.

"X"

That is.

Woodpecker Organization.

"I knew it. The woodpecker bought it."

"It seems that this microprocessor has had a rough fate. Humans are indeed selfish and greedy animals."

But the woodpecker boss is already dead, so who was behind this?

Vermouth showed a look of surprise.

I can only activate the backup plan and find a way to leave first.

In an instant, Vermouth noticed something unusual outside the glass with her peripheral vision.

She turned her head and looked down with a frown, only to see two cars crashing into the store on the first floor as if they were out of control.

Vermouth quickly calmed down and broke the glass with a pistol.

"Peng!!"

The two cars below exploded, as if they were deliberately controlled remotely.

At the moment of the explosion, Vermouth escaped through the window, using the parasol below as a cushion and tumbling to the ground.

She turned her head and looked at the dessert shop engulfed in flames.

The unfortunate fellow, his body burnt, ran out of the building, not daring to think about what would have happened if he had been a second later.

Citizens passing by picked up their mobile phones to call the police and take photos and videos.

Without giving her time to catch her breath, several big men were walking towards Vermouth at a quick pace, each with a dagger hidden in their sleeves.

Vermouth stood there in a daze, staring at the fire with dull eyes. Several big men came closer and closer, pulled out sharp blades, and stabbed at Vermouth!

"Hmph." Vermouth snorted coldly.

In a flash! Vermouth did a split and disappeared from their sight in an instant, leaving them empty-handed.

Before they could react, they kicked the blades in their hands with both feet, sending them flying to the side in an instant.

In a moment, Vermouth accidentally discovered the symbols on the wrists of the two men.

It seemed as if he did it on purpose for her to see it.

One-Eye Sign.

She did a backflip, stood up, and rushed to the side, stepping on the big man's body.

"There are thugs! Call the police!" Vermouth shouted for help, trying to expose their whereabouts.

"Call the police!!"

"Catch them!!"

"Don't move!!"

The crowd surrounded them and they were like turtles in a jar.

Then he walked straight to a taxi, opened the door and left.

The trapped thugs pulled out their cell phones and spoke to the client.

"This woman showed it to her as you requested."

"Well done, your mission is completed." A processed voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"End...End? We are surrounded...The police are coming soon, don't you want to think of a solution?"

His tone was obviously beginning to panic. He looked at the police car approaching in the distance and kept searching for an exit.

"Did I say I would guarantee your safety? Giving you money is enough."

"Beep..."

As the call was hung up, police cars arrived in front of the rioters.

"Search Section 1, Zhufu Gaoming, you are under arrest."

Vermouth was breathing heavily and looking back, she found three white BMWs following her closely.

Who is it? There is no way my traces will be exposed.

What kind of organization is the One-Eyed Logo? Are they also here for the microprocessor?

Vermouth was thinking in her mind.

Inside the dessert shop engulfed in flames, the thugs were subdued by the Nagano Prefectural Police who came to support them.

A handsome man with brown wavy hair, heterochromatic pupils, and a handsome appearance mixed in with the crowd spoke into the intercom.

"This is Captain Frick of the International Federation Team One."

"I cracked the code and arrived at my destination, where I witnessed a vicious attack."

"So? Don't forget that we came to Neon to investigate that "organization." An impatient voice came from the intercom.

"No, we seem to have a clue."

"What?"

"Pay attention to the mail immediately!! Staff up to come to my place!"

"I seem to have found traces of 'that organization.'" Frick said calmly.

On the other side, Vermouth was sending text messages, contacting informants in Nagano for support and backup plans.

Looking at the vehicle chasing closely behind him, he couldn't help but frown.

"Master, we will go to this place later."

Vermouth handed the phone to the driver, and the vehicle slowed down.

At this moment, it was as if everything was calculated.

A large truck came speeding and crashed into the vehicle where Vermouth was.

“Boom!!!!”

The glass shattered and the vehicle split in two in an instant.

The front half flew directly into the air.