Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Inside the National Public Safety Commission of the National Police Agency.

At night, in a dim room.

Curacao is hacking into computer systems and accessing top-secret files.

Eyes quickly scanned one piece of information after another.

"MI6 (UK) codename: Stout"

"BND (German intelligence organization) codenamed Wesley"

"CSIS (Canadian Security Intelligence Service) codename Aquavit"

She continued to slide the mouse down, reading ten lines at a glance.

"FBI, codename: Rye Whiskey"

"Alias: Dai Moroboshi, real name: Shuichi Akai"

"CIA, codename Kiel"

"Alias: Mizunashi Rena, real name: Hondou Eikai"

"Affiliated to the Public Security Police, codename Bourbon"

"Pseudonym: Toru Amuro, real name: Rei Furuya"

Familiar faces appeared in Curacao's sight. She snorted coldly, "You hid it really well."

She took out five cards of different colors, unfolded them, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then her pupils contracted violently.

All the important information listed on the screen just now entered my mind one after another, like watching a movie, and was engraved in my heart.

Suddenly, the lights above my head flickered.

She turned her head and glanced at the door, only to see a man with a spiked haircut, black-framed glasses, and a green suit pressing the switch.

He looked at Curacao with dignity and gestured to the back.

Soon, several public security officers followed him, blocked the door tightly without leaving a gap, and raised their guns to aim at her.

"That's it. Get off the console and put your hands up."

Curacao raised his hands hypocritically, silently looking for an opportunity, with terrifying calmness, sensing all around for a plan to break the situation.

Feng Jian laughed disdainfully: "I know your actions very well, now come back with me--"

Before he finished speaking, a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Curacao's mouth.

She lunged forward, swinging her arms quickly, and even in her hip skirt, she was still able to lift her proud long legs.

"Ah!!" The tip of the high-heeled shoe poked a man's wrist heavily, "Wow!" With the sound of cutting through the air, the gun in his hand rolled to the ground.

His palms were held straight up, as hard as rocks, and he struck the opponent crosswise one after another, with crisp sounds coming one after another.

There was a purple mark on the back of the neck of the person on both sides.

Curacao uses its flexible and compact body to break through this human defense line.

"Damn it!" When Fengjian loaded the gun and was about to pull the trigger, Curacao leaped into the air and swept his leg, hitting him hard in the face.

Curacao uttered a disdainful "tsk" and ran quickly into the corridor.

Suddenly, around the corner, she saw a familiar face.

Bourbon leaned his head out, stared at her with a determined expression, pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, and held it firmly in his palm.

"Wow!" A heavy blow came towards him. He reacted quickly, squatted on the spot, rolled to the side, and stood up from the back to seize the opportunity.

He clamped her arms against the wall and raised his knees to push against Curacao's narrow waist.

Bourbon leaned close to her ear, his voice trembling a little: "Just surrender!"

"Kazama! Hurry up! Send more people--"

Curacao snorted coldly, tapping the ground lightly with his heels, and the tiny blade flashed past Bourbon's peripheral vision.

Seeing this, he immediately loosened his hands and moved backwards suddenly.

"He was so ruthless." Bourbon looked at the tie that fell to the ground and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for himself. If it had been a little later,

The consequences could be disastrous.

"I was just following the plan."

Just as Curacao was secretly rejoicing, Bourbon suddenly changed his expression, clenched his fist, and punched Curacao in the face.

"I won the bet." Bourbon panted heavily.

She rolled backwards, her beautiful eyes scattered on the floor, but she quickly supported herself on the wall and slowly stood up.

"Mr. Fūya! Are you okay?" Kazama rushed over, covering his arm.

Curacao stood in front of the window, under the bright moonlight, she raised her head and laughed heartily.

"Those eyes! Could it be?" Bourbon's pupils shrank.

"Mr. Fūya! Please get out of the way!" Fengjian pushed Bourbon away, holding a gun, and shouted angrily: "Don't move! Stop struggling in vain!"

"Really?" Curacao smiled sweetly, waved his hand, then did a backflip and jumped off the windowsill.

"Peng!!"

"Stop!! Curacao!!"

She leaned forward, holding onto the trunk with her open hands, using the leaves as a cushion, and rocked her body back and forth as several bullets flew toward her.

Curacao had anticipated this, and he suddenly exerted force on his calf muscles, grabbed the pole beside him, rotated his body, and slightly bent his left leg.

He jumped onto the external window sill of the second floor, then stepped towards the roof of the car under his feet, strode with his arms swinging, and ran towards the middle of the road.

With his legs slightly bent in a defensive position, he pulled the trigger and shot towards the police who were rushing over, "Ah!!"

The screams covered the sound of the gunshots, and he fell straight into a pool of blood.

She stood in front of a speeding vehicle, expressionless.

"Screech!" The car braked suddenly, just a millimeter away from her. The driver in the car was extremely panicked and had no time to calm down.

Curacao pulled her out of the car, pulled down her skirt, fastened her seat belt, swung the joystick, and took off her high heels that were in the way.

He stepped on the accelerator barefoot, turned the steering wheel, adjusted the position of the car, drove in the opposite direction, and shuttled between the cars.

Suddenly, the intersection was blocked and disorderly, blocking the police from tracking behind.

The red Mazda parked on the side of the road shone its headlights forward, started the engine and drifted sideways.

The dark green pupils looked forward, moving freely through the gaps.

Inside the viaduct, three vehicles were speeding in the opposite direction on the road.

Curacao calmly held the steering wheel with one hand, turned on his mobile phone, and quickly poked his thumb to edit the text message.

The red Mazda gradually approached and followed closely behind the car.

Curacao raised his eyebrows calmly, sent the text message temporarily, and tried to get rid of the troublesome guy behind him.

Suddenly, she swerved the steering wheel and the car crashed into the red car.

Akai reacted quickly, dodged quickly, and moved sideways.

At the same time, another white car came speeding from the side.

The three of them tilted their cars at the same time, with the tires making a deafening friction sound, and drove into the cross-sea bridge beside them.

"Who is it!?" Bourbon opened the car window angrily and looked at the red car through the glass.

"Akagi!?"

The red vehicle deliberately hit Bourbon and blocked him, as if it had other intentions.

"Get out of the way!! Akai! That's the person the public security wants!"

"You dogs from the beautiful country, stay away from meddling!"

Akai remained silent and raised his head to point forward.

Curacao took out his gun, pulled the trigger, "Bang! Bang!", and fired at the tire of the vehicle on the right, "Bang!" The tire deflated.

The car body was shaking uncontrollably and was pressed against the side of the tanker truck, as if they were driving in Pacific Rim.

He escaped from the narrow gap as quickly as possible, but the tanker truck behind him blocked the road behind him.

At this moment, there were only three of them left on this cross-sea bridge.

"Vodka." Gin took a deep puff of his cigarette and said, "Come with me to Germany tomorrow morning."

"Let's go traveling, brother?" Vodka suppressed the corners of his excited mouth.

"Do not."

Gin said coldly: "Go and eliminate the traitor."