Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

Cohen grabbed Budweiser's neck and punched him in the face repeatedly with his right fist. His forehead was soon covered with blood.

"Stop! Stop! What are you doing?"

"Help me! Help me! I'm going to be beaten to death!" Budweiser stretched out his hand and begged for help from the lady in the white mask beside him: "Cohen! Cohen!"

Cohen, who was always indifferent, was filled with anger, and gradually his fists were stained with blood.

Cohen suddenly charged his left fist and threatened, "Don't touch my bottom line again!"

The brutal scene of the sea of ​​fire at that time kept appearing in his mind.

The childish moans from inside still echo in his ears from time to time, becoming a nightmare in his heart.

Cohen panted, calmed himself down, held his waist, moved the stool beside him to the back, and wiped the blood that splashed on his body.

He leaned forward, half bent over, held Budweiser's wrist, pulled up Budweiser's bloody face, and took out a few tissues and handed them to him.

The air suddenly became quiet. Cohen drank from it in big gulps and handed the few bottles that were almost at the bottom to Budweiser.

He took a long breath and said, "Drink something. Don't look at the wound. This is not the first time I've been beaten."

"You have guests waiting for you." Cohen crossed his legs and glanced to the side.

The lady wearing a white mask was holding a Budweiser cell phone and clutching her trouser leg tightly with her left hand, revealing the veins on the back of her hand.

"Pooh!"

Budweiser spat out his bloody teeth and looked lustfully at the still charming lady in front of him.

"Do you like cosplay?" Budweiser slowly placed his hand on her shoulder, stroking it gently with his thumb.

Budweiser leaned over to White Mask's ear and said, "Come on, give me the phone, baby."

Cohen made a "huh" sound, straightened his clothes, and stood up from his seat: "I'm leaving first, Budweiser, I won't come again."

"Come if you want, there are plenty of people who will come to play if you don't come."

He rolled his eyes and gave a wicked smile: "You don't like Chianti now, do you?"

Cohen suddenly stopped and thought for a moment: "It's just an ordinary colleague relationship."

Suddenly, Cohen came to his senses, turned his head and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"What can I do? Of course I have to find a way to get her." Budweiser covered his stomach and smiled faintly.

"You don't like her anyway. So what? You're not going to beat me up just for an ordinary colleague, are you?" Budweiser challenged Cohen.

Cohen was alone, sulking and clenching his fists.

I...what are my feelings for her?

Why would I be angry? Is it true that love can develop over time?

Is this...a sign of jealousy?

Cohen looked at his shaking hands and took a deep breath.

"Chianti would have to be blind to fall for you." Cohen, on the other hand, showed a calm expression and looked at Budweiser confidently.

"Oh? Then do you know 'Gothic'?" Budweiser twisted his neck.

"You mean...? The one who was in the Pisco team's operation before?"

Cohen recalled in his mind.

I remember she was from the intelligence team. Her looks and figure stood out in the organization, and her actions were also outstanding.

A very traditional woman, very virtuous and simple.

Gradually, he disappeared from the organization, saying that he wanted to focus on his family. He got married secretly without making any announcement or saying anything.

But later I heard that he committed suicide, which is very sad.

I don't know who he married.

He took a breath and said, "You didn't do it, did you?"

“Hahaha!” Budweiser clapped his hands. “As expected of the second idiot of the organization, he just came to his senses now.”

"What do you mean I caused her harm? She brought it upon herself."

"Then she married you?!"

"So smart! You just figured it out." Budweiser put his hands on his hips and laughed.

"For a girl who lacks love like this, all she needs to do is give more, trouble her subordinates more, and create some accidents."

"His bravery and concern when he was with her during a life-and-death moment was enough to impress her."

"So when she died, were the bruises on her body caused by you?"

"What's wrong? I asked you, what's wrong?!"

"I did this for a reason! Because she actually wanted to go out."

"She must be looking for a wild man outside. I saw that a long time ago!"

Budweiser's expression gradually became abnormal and he became extremely crazy.

"You really are so ungrateful for having such a beautiful and virtuous partner."

"Based on this calculation, did you also go out when she was pregnant?"

"Hahahaha, Cohen, you're too honest." Budweiser held his belly and laughed loudly: "Even if I'm not pregnant, I should still play."

"You are such a jerk." Cohen deliberately raised his voice: "If you dare to touch Chianti, I will never forgive you."

"Don't worry, I'm not greedy, I'll give it to you after playing with it once!"

"Then I am looking forward to seeing who she is leaning towards."

Cohen smiled confidently.

The lady in the white mask was so calm that it was a little scary, like the calm before the storm.

"Just pretend you didn't hear the conversation I had with that old man, okay, baby?"

Budweiser held her slender fingers and said, "Let's go inside and talk? In this way, I won't charge you for the coolant. Just pick a bag for yourself."

"I want to kiss your lips, take off your mask, and see your true face with my own eyes."

The white mask didn't take it seriously, moved his hand away, and asked calmly: "Is what you just said to him true?"

"It seems you heard everything. I can't give you the bag then." Baiwei fumbled for the gun from his arms and pressed the cold muzzle against her back: "Sleep with me—"

"Zi!!"

Cohen was just about to push open the door when he was attracted by the voice behind him.

"you........"

Budweiser's blood flowed out of his mouth like a fountain. As he looked at the long knife that pierced his abdomen, his eyes revealed the fear of death.

"Am I... am I going to die?" Tears were streaming down from the corners of Budweiser's eyes, his nostrils were wide open, and his body was shaking violently.

"Cohen.....save——"

"Zi! Zhi!"

Two broken blades pierced into Budweiser's brain stem, and he instantly fell asleep, lying in a pool of blood, finally ending his sinful life.

Cohen pulled out a pistol from his bosom and aimed it at the lady in the white mask: "Although I agree with your approach, I think you are very skilled."

"You must be here for the informant inside."

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. I don't want to do anything unplanned."

"Sorry, I don't want to do anything unplanned."

The moment Cohen pulled the trigger, she raised her long legs high and kicked the gun in his hand to the side with her toes.

"stare."

A chess piece fell to the ground.

Cohen subconsciously kicked it to the side.

“Don’t touch it!!”