Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 208 Belmode cosplay costume has arrived, Jingchuan was shot in the head

Suddenly.

Baijiu opened his eyes and stared ahead.

He had an expression as if he was planning a strategy.

In just two seconds, he had found a way out.

A three-dimensional pattern emerges in the mind.

The simulation calculates each person's movement trajectory and direction.

He put his fist to his lips, suddenly squatted down, and stepped his right leg to the side, using himself as the center.

Lift it 30°, slide it 60° to the right, straighten your feet, and poke everyone's knees.

As Baijiu expected, their bodies were out of control and they fell forward, with their foreheads touching the blade of the knife that was swung with the left side gathering strength and stopped before they could react.

"Click!!"

The sound of breaking bones echoed in Baijiu's ears.

He leaned back, his calf muscles tensed.

"what!!"

The few bullets fired lived up to expectations and hit their own people's abdomens accurately.

They covered their abdomens in pain, blood flowed from their mouths, and they knelt on the ground.

"It's not New Year yet, no need to salute me."

While speaking, he observed Jingchuan beside him with his peripheral vision, and after confirming that he was safe, he let out a long sigh.

The abdominal core drives the whole body and bounces up suddenly.

He jumped up, stayed in the air for a moment, and put his hands on the shoulders of an unlucky guy as a secondary impact.

He stepped on the unlucky guy's face, which was not handsome to begin with, glared at him fiercely, opened his palms, stretched out his fingers, and waved them vigorously.

Rushed into the pile of recycling bins nearby.

Suddenly, he felt a dull pain in his abdomen, and the stabbing pain surged into his heart, as if he had exerted too much force and strained the area.

The corners of Baijiu's eyes twitched and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

His arms were shaking violently, stiff and straight, as if they were not under his control.

"What...what's going on?"

“Is it a sequelae?”

It was this brief pause that caused Baijiu to repeat the same situation in the UK. However, unlike the last time, this time it was a real accident.

Baijiu's body crashed into the waste bin on the side, and instantly fell down layer by layer to the bottom.

"It's so... smelly, who pulled it out?" Baijiu pinched his nose with his hand and looked disgusted.

"It will be the stench of your decayed corpse soon! Go to hell!"

The spirited young man with all kinds of monster patterns tattooed on his body picked up a machete and chopped at the liquor, with the bald guy being the first to be hit.

"Even if I die, I will chop off your head!!"

His rough voice roared and screamed, and the anger and sadness in his heart were revealed at the same time.

Baijiu grabbed a cardboard box on the side and threw it at the enemy, taking a fighting stance and thinking again in his mind.

It's a pity that they were not killed in the most perfect way.

These minions are nothing to worry about, but what exactly happened just now?

Stiff and stiff, is it because I haven't moved for too long? It can't be that I have...

This shouldn't happen....No abnormality was found in the report...

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

Several deafening gunshots broke his thoughts.

Baijiu raised his forehead slightly, blinked his eyes, and looked upwards.

I saw a person wearing a black tight leather jacket, and the cool night wind was blowing his long silver hair.

In the moonlight, her graceful outline is fully revealed.

Driving a motorcycle, suspended in the air.

"One more! Seven o'clock!"

Baijiu immediately understood what it meant. He clenched his right fist, gathering strength to strike the bald man in front of him at the sternum, while his left hand held the handle of the knife.

The blade pierced his body cleanly and sharply, going straight into his beating heart. The bald man's pupils instantly became lifeless.

Baijiu pulled out the blade, put his hands on his shoulders, raised his legs and glared to the right, catching the machete that fell from his hand with his bare hands.

He flicked his wrist, turned his body sideways, and threw it backwards.

"hiss!"

A skinny young man fell in front of the unconscious Jingchuan.

"squeak!"

Vermouth swung the body of the motorcycle and half-closed her charming eyes.

There were a few crisp gunshots, and several men with guns in the distance fell into a pool of blood.

Vermouth pulled out a pistol from her arms, threw it to the side with confidence, raised her legs at 90 degrees, and poked their eyes with the tip of her shoe.

Baijiu stretched out his left hand and successfully connected the gun perfectly, and the cold muzzle of the gun was directly stuffed into the mouth of the young man in front of him.

"Ugh! Ugh!!" He threw down the machete in his hand, with tears in his eyes, and kept begging Baijiu to show mercy.

"Peng!"

Blood stained Baijiu's face. In the alley, the number of people became fewer and fewer, from a huge crowd to a handful.

The whole alley was filled with the pungent smell of blood and a horrific scene.

If an ordinary person passes by this place, it would be hard not to feel nauseous.

Baijiu lifted up Jingchuan who was snoring beside him, and suddenly, he felt a chill behind him, and the cold muzzle of a gun was against Baijiu's kidney.

"Explain yourself. Didn't you say you were going to buy groceries? How did you get here?"

Vermouth sighed softly, and put his lips to Baijiu's ear: "I vaguely remember someone who hated working overtime at first, why is it that now...

Baijiu rolled his eyes and thought for a moment: "The food was taken away by him, and then I came here unexpectedly."

“Hey, do you think I’m stupid, Gou Yu?” Vermouth pulled his ears and stared at him with dead eyes. “Please, make up a reason that is at least credible and convincing to me next time.”

"Ok."

"I'm not a man who would lie."

Baijiu stroked his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"I literally just happened to be passing by and ran into him when I passed the alleyway by the bus station."

"After all, we can't let the duck fly away once we have it in our hands," Baijiu explained seriously.

"Really?" Vermouth raised her upper eyebrow, and Baixia's slender fingers outlined Baijiu's face.

"Why would I lie to you, but..." Baijiu looked down at the scene of corpses all over the ground and swallowed his saliva: "The noise just now should not be..."

"I have already contacted the logistics department on the way here." She took out a few rolls of tissues from her pocket and wiped the blood off Baijiu's face.

He tilted his head back, looked around, and fiddled with his head.

"Don't look for it, I'm not hurt." Baijiu deliberately hid his scratched arm and used his body to protect the wound.

"I can't think of any reason to get hurt when facing them."

"Really? Then raise your arms." Vermouth noticed something was going on.

"But how did you find me? Did I turn on the positioning?" Baijiu deliberately changed the subject and put Jingchuan on the front seat of the motorcycle.

Vermouth held the frame of the phone with both hands and presented the information in front of Baijiu.

"To everyone, the Jingchuan defector organization was last seen at the Qilitun market. Please actively investigate! - Rum"

"I saw you didn't answer the phone, so I came here on my motorcycle."

"Then I saw two obvious tire tracks and traces of a chase on the ground, so I came here without stopping."

Vermouth said playfully.

"Just put this in the Budweiser's place and let Gin handle it."

Vermouth patted Baijiu's shoulder and suggested.

"I'll heal your wounds after we finish cooking."

"Healing? Just don't give me another red spot."

While the two were chatting and laughing, a dark shadow appeared in the darkness, high up in the sky, holding a sniper rifle and aiming at Jingchuan.

"The cosplay costumes have arrived~"

"Then I will give you a reward reluctantly."