Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Vodka, retreat immediately and drive to the nearby vegetable market 200 meters away."

Vermouth seemed to have anticipated that something unexpected would happen.

Acting as Vodka's brain behind the saddle.

"Yes!"

Vodka swung his arms and stepped on the accelerator, and the tires started at zero frame rate. The dust and wind caused by it blocked the inspectors' vision.

They raised their pistols aimlessly and pressed their fingers on the triggers.

In a short while, not only was the car body covered with bullet holes of varying sizes, but birds in the sky and branches nearby were also falling.

That's some poor shooting, kid.

Baijiu took out a pistol from his pocket. At the same time, he rolled down the car window, squinted his eyes, aimed, and was about to pull the trigger.

Vermouth stood up and moved to the middle of the seat, her long flowing hair swinging, her fair and slender hands covering her wrists with white wine.

She shook her head, slightly opened her red lips and said.

"There's no need to shoot for now. I have my own way."

Baijiu understood immediately, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and tapped Vodka's shoulders with his knuckles.

"Vodka, your task now."

"Just be honest and follow Vermouth's instructions. Do you understand?"

Baijiu pointed with his finger and spoke to him seriously.

"understood."

Vodka swallowed, adjusted the brim of his hat with one hand, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey."

No...what the hell are you happy about?

Baijiu's eyes were furrowed, confusion written all over his face.

"Go left, then turn straight, and finally turn right and drive directly into the vegetable market."

While Vermouth was speaking, Baijiu was also memorizing it in his heart.

Learn from the lesson just now.

He wasn't 100% sure whether Vodka could remember it.

A car with a "Magic Cube" printed on the back was chasing them closely.

There are about 5 cars within sight.

And everyone was equipped with guns.

"Is this a collaboration with the local police? Don't we have any organized informants here in Nishitama?"

Baijiu asked doubtfully, looking at Vermouth beside him.

His fingers gripped the handlebars tightly to keep himself steady.

Reduce the situation of leaning around in the car.

Vodka dodges bullets, avoids getting flat tires, and has his own set of driving skills!

It moves in a completely irregular trajectory.

Not only does it confuse the enemy!

I am confused myself!

"It must be smuggled. Don't organize it."

"Imagination is too weak."

Vermouth's tone was as cold as ice. He turned his head indifferently and stared behind him.

"Vodka, shouldn't you turn right? Why did you turn left?"

Baijiu blinked her confused eyes and looked at him in confusion.

"No, he didn't go wrong. He probably wanted to take a gamble."

"Use the springboard in front and jump directly onto the roof."

Vermouth analyzed calmly and searched for something in her bag.

bet?

Baijiu felt relieved when he heard this.

Because vodka has always had great luck.

Last time, a battle of gods was staged in France.

"squeak!!"

A loud roar split the sky.

Time suddenly became so quiet.

The vehicle was stuck in the air.

Vodka put on a show, I'm not a car god!

It was a chaotic operation.

It looks messy, but it is indeed messy!

The bottom of the car landed safely, and he tried his best to reduce the vibration. The tires were immediately driven to rotate and rushed through the roof.

The vehicle crashed violently along the way, with hangers and debris, crackling sounds and a bumpy body.

The shaking made everyone a little dazzled.

The vodka was also considerate enough to bypass the vegetable gardens planted by the residents.

Vodka used the car body to climb over the roofs of one building after another, and Baijiu took advantage of the gap to roll down the glass and look down at the surrounding situation.

"Vodka! How are you going to get down there?!"

Baijiu looked at the uneven roofs, the narrow roads below, and the dense crowd.

Not to mention sedans, even horse-drawn carriages could hardly move.

Baijiu couldn't help but purse his lips, leaving two shallow teeth marks on his lips. He frowned, put his thumb on his philtrum, and thought of a strategy in his mind.

Vodka was silent for a moment, adjusted his sunglasses, and said firmly.

"Jump out of the car."

Jump off the car?

Although the floor is not high, it is still 7-8 meters high.

Vermouth and I are fine.

But.......you?

The risk is too great...

Could it be that.....Is it using the parasol underneath?

"This is the only way at the moment."

Vermouth spoke, as if she could hear Baijiu's inner thoughts.

"This is the largest slum in Nishitama City. It has a dense population and many shops."

“We can take full advantage of this.”

Baijiu looked at the vehicle that was following closely behind him.

He nodded silently and patted Vodka's shoulder gently.

"Get off at the next intersection."

"I will slow down appropriately and use the clothes drying rack in front of us to block our view."

Vodka unbuckled his seat belt, half-turned the steering wheel, and drifted the car at a 45-degree angle.

Vermouth carried her bag diagonally on her back, her calves ready to exert force at any time, and stared out of the car door.

"It's now!!"

They held the handlebars of the car at the same time.

When you reach the critical point on the roof, open the car door and jump down.

Vodka stepped on the brakes urgently, turned the steering wheel to the right, opened the car door, and jumped out.

The scene of the three people falling to the ground was completely blocked by the clothes hangers and the crops above, and the abandoned car was perfectly parked on the roof.

The three of them bounced on the parasol, adjusted their center of gravity and direction, grabbed the brim of the parasol with both hands, and landed steadily on the ground.

They stood in a triangle, and after confirming that the other party was correct, they immediately ran towards the vegetable market nearby.

Vodka, with its double-door body, rushed forward violently and cleared a safe passage for Vermouth and Baijiu.

Before he could catch his breath, the prosecutors on the roof passed by, and from the noise below, he roughly knew the direction of Vodka and his group.

Vermouth quickened her pace and took out a rubber hood from her bag, which looked exactly like Vodka.

But there are no eyes.

They entered the crowded vegetable market, and Vermouth walked up to a chicken seller.

Baijiu spoke first, because the last inquiry left a deep shadow on him.

"Boss, how about helping me with something?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not in the habit of helping others."

"what about now?"

Baijiu placed a stack of Japanese yen in front of the boss, along with a mask.

"Boss, if someone chases you later, just run. This is my phone number (a made-up, dead number)."

"If you evade the police, I will give you another 2000 million yen."

"Duo...Duo Shao!!!"

The boss's eyes were shining with gold, as if he was blinded by money, and he had an intoxicated expression on his face.

"You...don't you have the habit of helping others?" asked the boss's son.

"I'm sorry, because he gave too much."

The boss said in a low voice.

"Big brother and big sister! No! My adoptive parents!"

"Even if you chase me for three days and three nights, I won't be caught!"

He put on a hood, handed the banknotes to his son for safekeeping, and then ran away without stopping.

"Don't run! Stop!" The prosecutor fell into the trap.

They came to a secluded place.

"Although the hood is still a little far from being a disguise, it is still very realistic."

Vermouth said with her hands on her hips, then took out three leather cases and handed them to them one by one.

"It's you, Vermouth. I didn't even consider the hidden factor of vodka."

"No, I guess I didn't expect him to make such a low-level mistake."

"Vodka, what's the difference between you and going to the battlefield without a gun?"

Baijiu sighed and put the leather case on his head.

Vodka didn't know what he was doing, and he was rolling around all over.

"In fact, I didn't realize that these three masks were for backup escape. Now they have memorized our faces, so we have to use the backup plan."

Vermouth sighed.

"Hey!! I found it!!"

Vodka said happily, pulling out three passes from his trouser pocket.

"Come on, Vodka, I have something to discuss with you." Baijiu hooked his hand and called him.

"Sorry sorry, I forgot I put it in here."

Vodka smiled sheepishly.

"Okay, stop talking about this nonsense, we have to hurry up."

"If this accident hadn't happened, I think we would have already sneaked into the building."

Vermouth was there to ease the atmosphere.

They walked through the untenable vegetable market, the air filled with stench and mosquitoes.

The houses are often dilapidated, with broken windows and mottled walls.

Looking at the skinny child, Baijiu couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Boss, just as you guessed, they are here. We can start the action now."

A Latino man said into the intercom.

Everyone took their cards and entered in turn.