Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"There are too many people here." Bourbon said to himself.

On the road leading to "Xinlong Villa", there are about 5 members of the "Nicanhui" patrolling every 3 meters.

They were dressed in light black suits, light black hats and were armed with guns.

They moved in a very regular manner like robots, as if someone had divided their areas of action into several areas.

Bourbon and Liquor fell into deep thought.

"There seem to be only two ways to get in now, Bourbon."

"Yes, but both involve huge risks. However, if——"

"What if we combine the two?" Baijiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Bourbon.

They smiled at each other and bumped their fists.

"Shh! Shhh! Shhh!"

The two men in black were attracted by the violently shaking grass in front of them.

"Hey, who's there?"

"Shh, keep your voice down! What if it's a wild animal? Have you forgotten that someone was attacked by a black bear before?"

"But we are close to the cliff, so there shouldn't be any wild animals."

"Don't argue with me. If you don't believe me, look ahead."

"Go and go!"

After saying that, he walked into the dark woods alone.

"It's been 10 minutes, why is there no movement at all? This guy didn't even bring any lighting. Could something have happened?"

He loaded his rifle and walked into the dark forest. The cold wind made his back feel cold.

Suddenly, a dark shadow jumped out from the bushes behind him, stretched out its palm and hit him on the neck, knocking him unconscious.

"It's really slow, you guys should get some sleep in the woods."

Bourbon stripped them both of their clothes, put them on, put on his hat and pressed it down, then walked out of the woods.

"Hey!" the man in black next to him called out to him.

"Still haven't found him?"

Bourbon stopped his arm as he was about to raise the rifle, and cleverly spread out his hands and shook his head.

He put his hand into the crotch of his trousers and, relying on his imagination, blindly typed on the mobile phone keyboard to send a message.

【Let’s take action——Bourbon】

【Understand——White Wine】

It still comes in handy!

Baijiu took out a matchbox from his pocket, took out a match and quickly slid it to the side. Before any sparks appeared, Baijiu threw the match to the ground.

There were 3.4 or faint flames scattered on the ground.

Soon the scattered flames on the ground turned into a raging fire, burning and devouring the forest where the white wine had just been.

Baijiu cleared his throat and then shouted.

"Whose cigarette is still unextinguished?! Come and put out the fire!!!"

Soon, the men in black, who were like human machines, were attracted by the huge fire in front of them and reported it to the surroundings.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire!!"

"Put out the fire now while it's still small and hasn't spread. Don't let the boss know! Today is the boss' 60th birthday party!" a man commanded in a hoarse voice.

Some of them took off their coats and fanned the fire, while others tried to blow it out with their mouths.

"Are you all idiots? Go set up a fire line and get a fire extinguisher!"

"Have you all become stupid from smoking?" the man scolded them angrily.

No wonder the "Ni Misfortune Club" cannot reach the scale of a winery. The average IQ of its members is lower than that of vodka. It is a makeshift team from beginning to end.

Baijiu took out the remaining rope from his pocket that he had used to tie up the enemy and shuttled through the forest.

“Although there’s a saying that if you set fire to a mountain, you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail, but what you’re burning is..., so it shouldn’t be a big deal.” Baijiu muttered to himself.

[Due to the needs of the plot, please do not throw cigarette butts in the woods at will]

Baijiu deliberately controlled the distance to prevent others from noticing that he did it on purpose, but with the IQ of those people, haha.

Baijiu bit the rope off with his teeth and put it in his pocket.

"There's a fire over there! Come and put it out!" The man in the distance waved to Bourbon.

Bourbon ran in that direction, then made a sharp turn and pounced towards the wall of the villa like a gecko.

With his toes pressed against the slightly raised tip of the stone wall and his fingers firmly embedded in the narrow cracks of the stone, he climbed lightly to the top of the wall.

Then he took a leap of faith and jumped towards an ancient giant tree in the manor, sliding down along the stump towards the main gate.

Bourbon bent down, gently brushed off the dust on his body, and walked into the building along the wall.

Bourbon looked towards the door and saw that the passage was in chaos.

Bourbon stretched out his left hand and grasped Baijiu's right arm.

"Eh? I wanted to scare you." Baijiu said embarrassedly.

"If we can't detect this little trick, we are no different from the "Mud Miserable Society"."

"What a hurtful way of cursing." Baijiu smiled bitterly.

They sneaked all the way to the bottom of the villa, and peered inside through the kitchen window, only to see the lobby on the first floor filled with hooligans dressed in all kinds of colorful clothes.

"Those should be high-ranking officials of the Nimongol Society, although I don't know what their leader looks like."

"But their boss should dress differently." Baijiu added.

"Look at the room above. Its construction material is obviously different from the other rooms. The glass is obviously harder."

"Yes, I noticed it as soon as I arrived. After all, this person has always been cautious."

"But this wall is very smooth. It looks like it will be difficult to climb up."

"How do I get up there?"

Bourbon touched it with his hand, thinking deeply.

“Every problem that exists has a solution.”

Baijiu proudly took out the half of the rope from his pocket and looked at Bourbon with confidence.

"I knew it. No wonder the fire spread so quickly." Bourbon raised his eyebrows and squinted at him.

He took the rope and instantly understood Baijiu's plan.

Baijiu couldn't help but sigh that it was great to work with people with high IQ. If he worked with Vodka, he probably wouldn't understand what it meant until his grandson was born.

Baijiu paused, took a standard horse stance, and put his palms together straight to form a platform springboard.

Bourbon ran all the way from a distance, jumped into the air, stepped on the tree next to him for leverage, and then stepped into Baijiu's palm for more leverage.

Baijiu instantly pressed his body down, clenched his teeth, with several blue veins popping out on his face, and then lifted Bourbon up.

Bourbon rushed to the third-floor balcony like a rocket. He held on to the platform outside the window with both hands and used his core strength to pull his legs back.

Then hang the rope on the handrail outside the window and wrap it around in circles.

Seeing this, Baijiu immediately jumped lightly, stretched his fingers with all his strength, and grabbed the rope as hard as he could.

The white wine swayed diagonally back and forth at the same frequency as the bourbon. It was very strenuous at first, but later it was like a swing, swinging higher and higher.

"Zi"

There was a tiny crack on the armrest, and Bourbon immediately spoke to Baijiu upon seeing it.

"It's now!!"

The liquor used the shaking force to rush diagonally towards the roof.

Bourbon threw the rope toward Baijiu, and with his arms straight on the platform, like a gymnast, he suddenly grabbed upwards and held the rope tightly.

His face was covered with sweat and he was breathing heavily. The white wine, with the help of the power of the chimney, pulled the bourbon up again and again.

"At present, we can only enter through the chimney."

Bourbon and Liquor lowered their heads and saw that the chimney seemed to have not been burning for a long time.

They looked at each other meaningfully.

"Be careful, I have a bad feeling."

They stood back to back, with their feet against the furnace wall and their arms clasped together, moving slowly downwards, listening intently to the movement.

They dropped softly from the chimney.

"I look to the left and you look to the right," Bourbon directed with gestures.

They leaned out at the same time, staring ahead intently and aiming with their pistols.

The floor was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that it was a little strange, as if there were only the two of them.

They came to the door of the room silently and saw that the door was slightly open.

Bourbon and Liquor looked at each other.

They listened carefully outside the door for 7.8 seconds and then pushed the door open suddenly.

He quickly looked around the house with a gun in hand.

The scene before them shocked them.

The floor was stained with blood, which had already dried. The leader of the "Mud Gang" was lying on a chair with his eyes wide open in shock, and there were four bullet marks on his forehead.

"I knew it!!"

Bourbon and white wine made sounds at the same time.

"Don't move, you bastards from the winery!" came a sharp woman's voice behind them.

They raised their hands and turned slightly, and they didn't know when they were filled with black-clad men of double-door build behind them.

A charming woman with a graceful figure, wearing a gorgeous strapless dress, sexy red high heels that are irresistible, and glasses, was holding a gun and looking at them evilly.

It seems that this boss died of temptation.