Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Liquor, gin and vodka came out of Lyon Airport in France.

Baijiu kept moving his neck while walking on the road. Although his butt was sore from sitting on the plane, he hadn't had such a relaxing rest for a long time.

"Brother Gin...Brother, where are we going next? What mission are we going to do? Can you tell me now?"

Vodka adjusted his sunglasses and asked stutteringly.

Gin ignored the vodka and lit a thin cigarette from his pocket. He put one hand in his pocket and stared deeply into the distance.

"Didn't Gin say that we have to find the contact person first to know the specific mission? Vodka, why are you acting like a human-machine?"

Baijiu rolled his eyes impatiently and yawned.

At this time, a huge and powerful SUV stopped in front of them. Its cool appearance and deafening exhaust sound quickly attracted the attention of people around.

"Escalade".

Baijiu stroked the car body with shining eyes, and then followed Vodka to sit in the spacious back seat.

"The truth is unknown." The driver in front, who was wearing sunglasses and looked like Newton, said in a low voice.

"There might be a ghost." Gin took over his words.

"You should be the partner who assists us in this mission—" Gin took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"Port wine, huh?"

"Nice to meet you. Please take care of me. I am your contact person "Porter" and also the person in charge of the organization in France."

"The purpose of your visit this time is to destroy the Lyon Mafia, which has dealt a heavy blow here. They are growing bigger and bigger, and have seriously affected the interests of the organization in France."

Porter spoke politely, like a gentleman, both in his words and actions.

His whole body exudes aristocratic temperament, and it is impossible to imagine that he is a member of an organization secretly.

It really proves the old saying that you can't judge a book by its cover.

"So what's next? Where should we go next?" asked wise Vodka.

Potter looked down at the time, straightened his clothes, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go to the Venice Casino. We'll start with Kyle, one of the 3K members of the Lyon Gang, and ask for the location of the boss."

"'3K'?" Vodka and Baijiu asked the same question at the same time.

"'3K' refers to 'Kevin', 'Kyle' and 'Kate', and 'Kate' is the boss and head of the 'Lyon Gang.'" Porter explained patiently.

"Have you thought of a plan? Are you just going to charge in head-on? As soon as we get off the plane, we have to start a fight?!" Baijiu scratched the back of his head with a confused look on his face.

"You are the last link in the plan. Since the organization has sent you here, it means that your abilities must be outstanding."

"Haha, vodka counts as one too? Oh yeah, your driving ability is indeed quite outstanding," Baijiu sneered

Porter pressed a button inside the car, and a shelf slowly rose up from the rear.

Four small tables rose from the back seat, on which were placed four brand new and shiny Desert Eagles.

Vodka handed the pistol to Porter and Gin respectively.

"Thank you. You just follow me. When I fire the gun, the action will begin."

"Then may I ask, how many organizational personnel are there in the casino this time?" Gin, who had been silent for a long time, asked in a flat tone.

"There were about 30 people. The Venice Casino is very large and the security system inside is very strict. Almost every waiter there is equipped with a gun."

"With so many people here, aren't you afraid that someone will leak the news?" Gin stared at Porter.

"I have indeed considered this, but it can hold about 1 people, and they don't know your faces, so I think it should be easy to sneak in," Porter said calmly.

"When the time comes, we will seize the opportunity to kidnap Kyle and then force him to the conference room for questioning. After we find out Kate's whereabouts, we will kill him. I believe that with the skills of the three of you, it will be a piece of cake."

This is too idealistic. I feel that this guy is unreliable. No wonder the organization has been gradually overshadowed by the "Lyon Gang". It turns out that the leader is not good enough. Baijiu looked at Porter silently.

The car fell into deathly silence; even Vodka's breathing could be heard clearly.

Baijiu looked at the foggy weather outside the window, admired the historic old houses on both sides of the road, and experienced the local customs and culture.

Soon the scene changed drastically, as if traveling through time and space. The streets suddenly became messy, garbage was randomly placed on the road, and groups of rats were crawling on the streets.

Baijiu was noticed by the sound of a police car sirens outside. A police car was chasing a criminal who hijacked a money transport truck at a high speed.

On the other side, a group of young men covered in tattoos, armed with guns and sticks, hijacked the convenience store.

"This is the area where the Venice Casino is located, the 'violent neighborhood', known as 'Sin City', where crime has become the norm."

Potter seemed used to it.

"They are kind enough not to attack us. If they dare to touch this car, I will shoot them to death."

Vodka took the gun and aimed it in a serious manner.

"No, reputation is earned through fighting."

"After all, those who drive luxury cars usually go to the Wisney Casino. Most of them are members of the Lyon Mafia or prominent figures who they dare not mess with."

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the Venice Casino.

Porter parked the car in the underground parking lot and was deeply shocked by the row of Rolls-Royce Phantoms.

"The last time I saw such a spectacular scene was in the parking lot of the Suzuki Group's Diamond." Baijiu recalled in his mind.

They hid their guns in their arms and came to the entrance of the Venice Casino. Outside, three diamond statues of lion-hearted men appeared in front of them.

Police cars and SWAT patrols were circling outside.

Tall buildings that are as magnificent as palaces stand in front of them. People carrying large and small bags are heading to this land of desire with fantasies in their hearts to experience the feeling of getting rich overnight.

But the fate of more people is that they are carried out by the guards one by one with mental breakdown, their eyes are dull, they have lost hope, and their debts are even worse.

"It's really like heaven on one side and hell on the other. The scene here is in stark contrast to the chaotic public security just now." Baijiu sighed.

"Are you sure we can create a big fuss here with just a few of us? And force out Kate's location?" Vodka wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

“I believe that the vision of ‘Champagne’ is at least more ‘reliable’ than that of ‘rum’.”

Porter patted Vodka's shoulder and looked at Gin meaningfully.

Entering the hall, the golden floor almost blinded their eyes. There were no windows inside.

Only the light that resembles sunlight shines on the people who look like zombies.

The interior was filled with various machines and tables, and each machine and table was surrounded by people.

There were banknotes and coins scattered on the ground, and the hungry and emaciated people were picking them up like dogs.

Baijiu heard screams and sounds of collapse mixed in with the noisy voices, like a "hell on earth" without gunfire.

Gin looked at these people with disdain, with a look of contempt on his face.

"We've infiltrated, where is he?" Porter asked into the headset.

"Let's go, the target is on the third floor."

They took the escalator to the third floor and soon they noticed "Kyle".

I saw a man with stubble, hair parted in the middle, smoking a cigar, sitting on a chair like an emperor, playing a game with another man.

Behind him stood burly bodyguards wearing headsets and with pistols on their waists.

360° protection for Kyle.

"There's no way to start. He usually doesn't have any bodyguards around him. Could it be that someone really leaked the news?" Porter's heart was beating nervously.

"It's a bit difficult." Baijiu showed an uneasy expression.

Gin stared ahead with an expression that showed he had expected this.

Vodka held his nose calmly, as if he was wandering in the human world.