Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Vodka, check the door handle and the condition outside the door."

“If you find anything unusual, do what you did before.”

"Ah?" Vodka was a little surprised.

"Don't I have to listen from here? What if you need my help?" Vodka scratched his head, looking confused.

"Your not being here is the biggest help to us." Baijiu and Belmode said in unison.

Vodka snorted, "You just think I'm stupid and easy to bully, right? I'm not stupid, you can tell."

He stood up and walked away with an impatient mood.

"You still remember the code, right?" Gin looked at Vodka, a little worried: "Three is a problem, two is normal."

"Don't worry, big brother, I'll do the job, don't worry!"

Vodka patted his chest and happily pushed open the door.

"Go on, Cohen."

Baijiu asked: "Gin, have you checked the surveillance and bugs in the house?"

Chianti added: "Don't worry, Gin has already considered these things."

"Last night, I was left alone to communicate with Budweiser."

“During the exchange, a woman came and attacked us.”

"What are you communicating about?" Chianti asked.

"Do I have to answer this, too?" Cohen adjusted his glasses, two drops of cold sweat running down his cheeks.

"Shouldn't we verify that woman?"

"Just ask clearly if you want to interrogate her." Vermouth agreed.

"She must have taken action because of the content of your conversation." Baijiu patted Cohen meaningfully.

Cohen grabbed the bed sheet and acted coy: "Just asking him... if there are any single women around him."

"Recently, I've been wanting to have a relationship." Cohen swallowed and looked at Chianti nervously.

"And then? What else did you talk about?"

Chianti disagreed and questioned him like he was interrogating a criminal.

"Wait, I'll unfold it for you slowly."

Time goes back to the crime scene.

"Ouch, that's so sour."

Budweiser covered his kidney with his hands, showing a painful expression, his eyes were very empty, and his dark circles were very noticeable.

"You, have abused, a girl again?"

"Yes, look, these are the two heroines from yesterday."

Budweiser proudly showed off the video on his phone screen, like an artist admiring his own work.

“It’s just the most beautiful sound.”

Budweiser showed a perverted smile: "This is! Real music!"

"Hey! Cohen." Budweiser put his arm around Cohen's shoulder and said, "Do you want me to find you some girls?"

Budweiser raised his eyebrows: "How cool and stylish? Many bachelors in the organization have contacted me."

"For the sake of our friendship, I can give you buy one get one free."

"No need. I, too, have a bottom line."

Budweiser hissed, leaned back, and raised his thighs: "Then what do you want from me?"

"Budweiser, can you introduce me to some innocent and clean girls? I want to date."

"Let's have a serious relationship."

Cohen picked up a screwdriver beside him, pried open the bottle cap, and poured the liquid into the cup.

"Oh? You finally got it?" Budweiser picked up the glass and sipped it gently: "Isn't there a nice girl next to you? Why don't you pursue her?"

"Chianti is really not bad if she dresses up and puts on some makeup."

"Besides." Budweiser placed his hands on his chest and gestured, "You can't make your child suffer even if you suffer. Think about it, right?"

“Chianti is actually quite big.”

Cohen made a "tsk" sound.

"What? You still want to chase someone else?"

"Don't even think about your looks, Kiel."

"Vermouth was also taken advantage of by that yellow-haired boy." Budweiser clenched his fists.

"There's only Chianti left, and you two are still colleagues."

"One of the rare clean and beautiful women in the organization."

"They all went to your group, so don't be ungrateful."

Budweiser tapped Cohen on the shoulder.

"Do you know how many people are jealous?"

"And, most importantly—"

Cohen hesitated for a moment, but kept the words to himself.

"She doesn't know how to play games. I want to find someone who likes playing games, is interested in sniping, is young, pretty, and has a good figure—"

"Stop, stop, stop." Budweiser was almost choked and patted his chest.

"I thought you really got it." He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "It's hard to find what you want in the organization."

"Didn't you open three large live broadcast companies?"

"Are there any female anchors who specialize in broadcasting shooting games? Introduce some to me."

"Okay, Cohen, all the young ones are there." Budweiser poked Cohen: "Come on, take a look for yourself, and tell me which one you like."

At this time, a mysterious man wearing a white mask quietly walked into the store and slowly walked towards Budweiser.

"Hello, I want to buy a few bottles of coolant." A female voice came from inside the mask, filled with coldness.

"Hey? It's a girl." Budweiser's eyes instantly shifted to her, looking her up and down.

"Of course, please follow me into the inner room." Budweiser showed an evil smile and lowered his voice to her ear: "Is it the master's job to wear a mask?"

The white mask ignored him, pointed to the inner room, and said in an indifferent tone: "In there?"

"That's right, baby, you go in first." Budweiser's tone was very greasy and he looked at her with ill intention.

Cohen took his phone and held it in front of him, examining it carefully, frowning at the message below.

"What are you doing?! You, you are going too far, aren't you?"

"You are such a beast!!"

(Use your imagination.)

Cohen pointed at the screen and swiped a random page. The information displayed was shocking.

Cohen didn't even stutter anymore.

"It's all voluntary anyway, so what? I've taken care of all the salary and benefits, so why are you, Feiyangyang, worried about it?"

"Are you sure this is voluntary?"

"Since I work here, I'll handle everything on a voluntary basis!"

"It's true that wild boars can't eat fine bran!" Budweiser looked at him with disdain.

"Budweiser, you can't be so shameless as a human being."

The lady in the white mask's attention was drawn to her. She fumbled in her pocket and clenched her left fist involuntarily.

"What's wrong? Hahaha, you are so noble, Cohen."

"Why do you have a conscience now, brother Conscience?" Budweiser patted Cohen's chest with a piece of paper: "When you killed so many people and destroyed so many families, why didn't you think about it!"

"Do you need me to list all the crimes you've committed in the past?"

Cohen retorted: "There is a difference between mission and bottom line!"

Upon hearing this, Budweiser raised his head and laughed: "Bottom line? You want to talk about bottom line in this organization? What a niche word!"

Budweiser glared, his momentum gradually overshadowing Cohen. He grabbed his collar and yelled, "Bottom line? The operation in Greece! What did you, Gin, and Vodka do?"

"Do you need me to describe it again? Do you need me to find those horrific photos for you?"

"How many innocent souls died in the sea of ​​fire."

"I told you to shut up," Cohen replied coldly.

"It was an accident." Cohen stretched his neck.

"Do you know how old the youngest person there is?"

"I told you to shut up. I don't want to recall it." Cohen swallowed, his eyes dim.

"Now you've got me in the picture, pretending to be a saint."

"If you're really a saint, don't join the organization!"

"If your parents saw you like this, they would be so angry that they would die! Do you understand?"

"You're the kind of person I hate the most."

"Hypocrite!"

"You can scold me," Cohen said in a low voice.

“But my parents and that incident are the bottom line.”

Cohen clenched his fist and threw it at the Budweiser.