Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The dazzling light finally faded from the sky.

Gin had no time to pay attention to the out-of-control fuselage. His attention was attracted by two small fighter jets in the distance and his brows were furrowed.

He rudely moved Chianti's hand away, took back the joystick, quickly turned the fuselage to the right, adjusted the position, and launched an attack.

However, they relied on their strong mobility and small size to dodge Gin and his attacks.

"Da da da da da da da!"

The two fighter planes strafed them with bullets like a rainstorm, and the glass was quickly pierced.

"Ahhh!" Cohen hurriedly grabbed Chianti and used his back to block two bullets, acting as a human shield to protect her.

He placed his body above Chianti in a gentlemanly manner, with his palms resting on her ears, and the hot air from his mouth poured into her face.

The two were very close, Cohen's heart was pounding, he shook his head and muttered to himself: "Now is not the time."

Chianti slowly opened her eyes and felt her palms were wet. She took a look and found it was blood: "Co...Cohen?"

"Are you okay?" Chianti blinked his hazy eyes.

"I'm wearing a bulletproof vest, so I only have superficial injuries." Cohen half-crouched and said, "Next, we can only wait for Brother Gin's instructions."

Debris was scattered all over the ground, the fuselage was vibrating violently, and flames were burning at the tail end. Gin held the brim of his hat.

Stabilize everyone's mentality: "Everyone find cover immediately!!"

"Vodka!!! Don't hide under the table!!" Gin yelled, "Hurry up and get the life jackets! You guys jump first!"

"I'll be the last one!!"

"Yes...Brother...then...what about you?"

"Don't worry about me! I'm not a personal hero." Gin bit his lip: "Anyway, I'll leave when you're safe."

Faced with the crushing equipment, they seemed helpless.

"Faced with this situation... we can only give it a try." Gin angrily pounded the console: "Stop it!"

"Rum, what do you think you can accomplish?"

Baijiu observed and analyzed the fighter's movement trajectory, gradually realizing its fighting patterns, and suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

Close your eyes, use the spatial imagination in your mind, put yourself in the fighter pilot's perspective, and deduce the formula and results out of thin air.

He opened his eyes and looked forward resolutely: "Qin, this time you not only owe me a favor, you also owe me your life."

I hope that through this incident, you will not forget to promote me when I run for a senior position.

Baijiu said calmly: "Qin, listen to me, tilt 25 degrees to the north."

He set up the RPG and attached the anti-radar signal device he had brought with him to the top.

Kneeling on one knee on the ground, holding the missile above his shoulder: "The moment the missile hits, you will immediately jump out of the plane."

Gin didn't have time to think, and tilted the fuselage to the north as Baijiu said: "It has been adjusted."

"Okay!" Baijiu narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger. With a loud "bang!!!", the missile went straight into the clouds.

The black smoke produced by the helicopter that Gin and the others were in served as cover, as well as the fuselage, blocking the fighter's vision.

However, the powerful impact also caused the helicopter he was in to fall rapidly downward, and a strong feeling of weightlessness surged into his heart.

During this time, Gin handed the parachute to them and reminded them: "Listen to orders later! Jump when I say so! Don't hesitate!"

He turned around and reminded Vodka, "Especially you! I don't want to be without a driver after this mission is over!"

"Forget it!" Gin said, "Just follow me! This way I can help you if something unexpected happens."

"Yes... it's Big Brother."

Cohen patted Chianti's shoulder gently: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Chianti responded proudly: "Don't treat me like a child. I'm not that kind of weak woman."

As it rose up, ready to detect where the missile was fired from, it happened to have an intimate mouth-to-mouth contact with the missile.

"Bang!!!!" Another burst of fire appeared, and the strong impact force blew the helicopter where Gin was to one side.

Gin seized this brief opportunity and said in unison with Baijiu: "Now! Jump!"

Gin rushed forward, kicked the door open, and watched them all fall before he chose to land.

"Very good, everyone should have jumped down." Baijiu dug his feet into the soil and rotated 30 degrees to the right.

Just like you did on the road, fire in the direction where there is no target.

Baijiu turned around confidently and put the RPG into his bag, with some steam still coming out of the muzzle.

He picked up the bag with one hand: "Damn...it's really heavy..."

Baijiu was quickly moved to another location to avoid being noticed by the public security and Metropolitan Police Department.

The missile quickly broke through the clouds, and the entire water park was unknowingly filled with a pungent smell of smoke and dust.

More than three seconds later, the destroyed fighter plane collided with the helicopter, and a strong flash of fire flashed in the air again.

The two planes were just like what happened just now. The black smoke they produced blocked the view before the remaining fighter could react.

The missile has already made contact with the front of the aircraft.

The three wreckages streaked across the night sky like meteors and fell into the sea. There was another explosion, "bang!!!", raising a large amount of water splashes.

The people who were fleeing were soaked.

However, the battle is not over yet, as the axle of the giant Ferris wheel has fallen off and is rolling towards the aquarium where the crowd is gathered.

Baijiu smacked his lips and said, "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven."

"It all depends on your luck." He tore off the mask and threw it into the trash can on the side, looking at the fire behind him, which was gradually weakening.

Conan looked as if he had eaten shit: "Oh no! If this continues, the 3 people in the aquarium... will..."

Conan took a deep breath, looked forward with a determined gaze, then opened his elastic belt and ran forward with all his might.

"There's still a downhill slope! I'll definitely speed up then!"

"Conan!!" Amuro Toru ran side by side with him: "Can you make it stop?"

"I don't know either! But! We must try!"

Amuro hugged Conan and fell down. The falling stones scratched his shirt and blood splattered on Conan's face: "Mr. Amuro!"

"I'm fine! Leave me alone! Don't be distracted! It's almost over!"

Bourbon pulled the belt and fell onto the top of the hanging box below like a yo-yo, relying on the elastic force of the hanging box.

He glared at his feet, used all his strength, tore his throat, and threw Conan to the side: "Go!!"

"Here I come!!!!" Conan quickly swung to the side.

Looking at the escalator that was getting closer and closer, he opened his palms, ready to grab it.

"It's over! It's off!!"