Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"How is it, Mr. Amuro?" Conan asked from the side.

"Not even a little longer." Bourbon wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh: "It will be fine now."

Conan said: "There really is something wrong."

Bourbon put his hand on Conan's hair, rubbed and stroked it, and said with a smile in his eyes: "You didn't open it casually, you did the right thing."

"Stare!" The two glanced to the side and saw it was Akai Shuichi.

"Mr. Akai, how about the bomb?" Conan leaned forward and asked.

Akai looked up and said, "It's a C4 bomb. It's very professionally placed." He analyzed seriously, "If all of them explode at the same time, the axis of the Ferris wheel will be overwhelmed."

“There was a cascading collapse.”

"I see. There's no time to hesitate." Bourbon pulled open the door frame of the fire hydrant and stretched out the fire hose: "What is this?!"

"How is it? Can it be dismantled?" Conan pointed at the bomb.

"No problem." Bourbon moved the pipe back. "This is a very common type. I know how to remove it."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief: "You are very familiar with bombs, Mr. Amuro."

Bourbon explained calmly, "My friend taught me this when I was in police school."

"He later became an elite member of the explosive ordnance disposal class, but..."

Bourbon recalled the scene of Matsuda Jinpei in his mind: "But when he was trying to dismantle the bomb installed in the Ferris wheel, he was killed in the explosion."

"Dismantle the bomb installed in the Ferris wheel..." Conan was thinking about something.

"Don't worry." Bourbon smiled confidently, "His skills are perfect. I'm here to prove it now."

"Bang!" Akai held a sniper rifle and kicked the black suitcase in front of Bourbon. He said calmly, "There are tools in it. I'll leave it to you to defuse the bomb."

"Mr. Akai, what about you?"

Akai stamped his feet: "Since they have planted a bomb here, they will definitely come to attack this Ferris wheel, and then they will hijack Curacao."

"It's the only way to avoid getting hurt by the explosion here."

"From the sky?!" Conan suddenly realized.

"Yes." Akai nodded: "I'm going to go back to where I was before and buy some time."

"Bourbon, you have to defuse the bomb for me no matter what!" After saying that, he gradually disappeared from their sight with his gun in hand.

Bourbon said dissatisfiedly: "You said it lightly."

Conan handed the tool to Amuro, who politely took it and took out the tool: "Next, we'll see how long we have to dismantle this."

Indeed, for the Red Side, there is no way of knowing when they will explode.

Suddenly, Conan seemed to understand something and ran away. Before leaving, he reminded Bourbon: "We must protect the undercover list!"

Bourbon tilted his head and complained, "Really? Why are you all like this?"

Conan lay down through the crack in the door and looked outside. Sure enough, it was this. The five colors of the spotlight were the same as the colors of the five color films in Curacao.

And unlike during the day, even the transparency is almost the same now.

When Curacao sees the color combinations and concentrations of these lights, she thinks of the undercover list, which means that her brain is the information storage medium.

And when the Ferris wheel's cabin reaches the highest point, the door of her memory will be opened!

When she sees these colors with perfect color matching and concentration, her memory will be completely restored.

And all these plans were thought up and presented by Baijiu.

Baijiu sat up straight, put on the mask that Vermouth had prepared for him in advance, and looked down at the time.

Looking into the distance, he muttered to himself.

Although I am also a police officer, this is a last resort for me to climb the career ladder.

Since the opportunity is before us, we must seize it firmly.

And Bourbon, could it be that you are really a public security officer?

Although I really want to form a united front with you, I will not easily cooperate with you without solid evidence.

Please forgive me for being so unkind. I'm afraid you will never see your colleagues again. He put his hands in his pockets and stroked the remote control buttons with his thumbs.

He covered the earphone and said calmly, "You can be ready to stand by, Vermouth."

"Got it." Vermouth took a sip of strawberry milkshake, tapped the keyboard, pressed the start button, and switched the line.

Baijiu rushed ahead of Belmode and asked, "Qin, one last confirmation. We will start the action in three minutes. Are you ready?"

Gin smiled excitedly, stroking the internal structure of the helicopter, enjoying it very much: "We can do it anytime, let's start."

"Baijiu, I hope nothing goes wrong with your plan."

"Don't worry, Qin." Baijiu loaded the pistol with bullets: "You can always trust me."

"That's fine."

"Moreover, Vermouth has also improved a lot for me. This plan should be something we jointly formulate." Baijiu opened the car door.

"It's none of my business who made it. I only care about whether I can successfully retake Curacao. After all, that's who I am."

"I hate traitors the most!" Gin said in a cold tone.

"But, Qin, how much time do you have left?" Vermouth asked, "Aren't you afraid of being bombed by missiles?"

"Don't worry." Gin lit a cigarette: "Rum bought us 45 minutes, but."

He took a deep breath and said, "The sooner we act, the better. I don't really trust what this guy Rum does."

"Okay, for the rest, let's talk after we finish the mission."

"Chianti! Stand by at Alpha Point."

"From now on, turn on silent mode!"

"learn."

The Osprey attack helicopter was heading towards the water park at a rapid speed.

On the other side, Bourbon was dismantling the bomb in a hurry, holding his breath and cutting the fuse one by one.

At the top of the Ferris wheel, Feng Jian noticed something was wrong: "What on earth are those guys planning?"

"They've already gone almost half a circle. It doesn't look like they were planning to take advantage of the fireworks just now to start a fight."

"So the information provided by Mr. Furuya is wrong!"

The five lights came together, and Curacao could see them all. A ringing sound echoed through her head.

Curacao swayed uncontrollably from side to side, holding the back of his head in pain, kneeling on the floor with his knees, a ferocious expression on his face.

"Hey!" Fengjian said to his colleagues, aiming his gun at Curacao's abdomen: "Hurry up and hold her!"

"Hey! Calm down!"

She pulled at the handcuffs frantically, as if she was mad.

The two big men couldn't hold her down.

"Ah!!!" Curacao wailed loudly in pain.