Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Vodka, are you...serious?" Porter looked at Vodka in surprise.

"We can only trust Vodka. Both sides are in a dilemma now."

Baijiu wiped the cold sweat from his head and looked around.

The people around were looking at Kyle. More and more people who were looking for fun started to make a scene and started to make a noise. The sound gradually became louder.

"Take a gamble! Take a gamble! Take a gamble!"

Wave after wave of sound echoed throughout this magnificent hall.

"It's really strange that they are united again now."

Baijiu looked at Vodka seriously.

"Let's gamble. I've been in the underworld for so many years. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Kyle picked up the revolver from the table and pulled the trigger cleanly at his forehead.

"stare!"

"What a pity! It's empty!"

Kyle arrogantly mocked Vodka with a ferocious smile.

"It's your turn."

Kyle stared at him coldly and put the gun in front of Vodka.

Did he only fire one shot? Really steady, Baijiu thought quickly in his mind, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

Although there are risks in doing this, I still believe in Vodka's luck, Baijiu said to himself.

"Vodka you can..."

"I know how to do it."

Vodka interrupted Baijiu's words, put the cold muzzle of the gun against his forehead, touched his chest with his left hand, and took a deep breath.

Vodka's fleshy fingers slowly pressed the trigger. Everyone frowned and watched anxiously. The air was filled with tension.

"stare!"

"Huh, fortunately..." Baijiu hadn't finished his words.

Vodka pulled the trigger again and again.

"Stare, stare, stare,"

"I bet you got a bullet in your gun."

As Vodka dropped the revolver, the audience cheered deafeningly.

"Kyle's undefeated myth has finally been broken! Let me celebrate the ascension of the new god!" The waiter clapped his hands.

Vodka was breathing heavily, his lips turning white due to the intense concentration and excessive sweating.

"Waiter! Are you blind? How thirsty is he? Hurry and get some water!" Baijiu shouted angrily at the waiter.

The people around were encouraging the new gambling god in front of them - Vodka.

"I won't mock you anymore, Vodka. You are very smart at critical moments." Baijiu patted Vodka and handed him the water.

"I now understand why Gin wants to partner with him. Isn't Vodka a pure lucky charm? It's equivalent to bringing good luck."

"I admire your courage, Vodka, and I'm willing to accept the loss." Kyle stood up and applauded.

"I want to inquire about Kate's whereabouts. Please be sure to answer and we will seek cooperation with him." Vodka said weakly.

"Looking for Kate." Kyle took a deep puff of his cigar, signaled the bodyguards to evacuate the onlookers, and said in a low voice.

"Kate is at Three Lions Street. He's a rather dull person who often stays at home. I think it would be a waste of time for you to go there." Kyle exhaled smoke from his nose.

"I don't care whether he goes out or not. This is enough. Let's go." Gin inserted the dagger straight into the table.

"Yes...big brother!" Vodka immediately stood up from his seat and followed Gin.

"Mr. Vodka, this is the reward for becoming the God of Gamblers, the Ring of the God of Love."

The waiter trotted over to the vodka, opened the black box, and saw silver light radiating from inside.

Vodka seemed to be thinking about something, with a happy smile on his face. He held the box in his arms, smiling foolishly, and two blushes appeared on his face.

"Hey! What are you laughing at? It's time to leave here." Porter called Vodka from a distance.

"Contact the Biker Gang and the Knife Gang, you guys will come over later."

Kyle sat in the bright and spacious office with his bodyguard, smoking a cigar calmly.

"What do you mean?" the bodyguard asked cautiously.

"Are you stupid? I told you to kill them!!"

Kyle pushed the waiter down on the table, burned his forehead with a cigar, and took out a knife from his waist and stabbed him in the back.

"I'm so pissed! I can't lose to anyone else, but I have to lose to a fool!!"

Kyle continued to vent his anger on the waiter, trampling on him with his black leather shoes.

"If I hadn't been concerned about my reputation, I would have killed them right then and there. It's all because I'm a perfectionist. I have to do what I say."

"But it's only a matter of time before we kill them." Kyle's mood gradually calmed down.

"I am the only one who can handle the title of "God of Gamblers"! The rest of you, seal off this floor, and treat everyone who leaks secrets as a leaker."

"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you going to deal with people who aren't watching as well?" The bodyguard's eyes twitched.

"Peng!"

Kyle pulled out the revolver and fired at his head.

"Take this as an example. I don't want to be surrounded by good-for-nothings who can't understand what people say." Kyle threw the revolver aside.

"Okay, stop standing there like an idiot! Get moving! What a bunch of losers! Do you want to be like them too?!"

Kyle was like a tyrant, roaring in impotence and rage.

Gin and his group quickly returned to the car. Gin gestured to Vodka to drive and habitually took out a long cigarette from his pocket.

"Porter, immediately ask the people lurking inside to return to the headquarters, and then ask the people at the headquarters to support us." Gin said coldly.

"Okay... okay."

While Porter was making the call, he took out a spare pistol from the car.

"Why...why, brother, why didn't you let the people inside support us but chose..."

Gin put the gun to Vodka's chin and stared at him with sharp eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense and drive your car. We don't have time." Gin threw the cigarette out of the window, took the pistol and loaded it.

"Yeah, we really don't have time. After all, Vodka's victory is no different from shitting on Kyle's head."

"Sure enough, they started to act."

Baijiu stared at a group of men in black armed with knives and guns coming down from above, and the Venice Casino gradually disappeared from his sight.

"Peng!"

"This is too fast!" Baijiu said in surprise.

Gunshots were heard from behind, and bullets hit the rear glass.

Behind them, some strange young men with Xs painted on their faces riding motorcycles were shooting at them with guns.

"This is the biker gang! They are called the Blue Undead Killers and often carry out hijacking missions. Speed ​​is their trademark."

"But I didn't expect it to be so fast." Porter looked back with a serious expression.

"Vodka, let's be one with the car!" Baijiu rolled down the window, took out a pistol and drove towards the rear.

Vodka was like a human-machine that had touched a keyword, awakening its martial arts spirit and swinging the steering wheel in a cool manner.

The wheels slid in graceful arcs on the steep road, and the tires perfectly dodged the bullets like a flood.

Their vehicles always maintained a healthy distance from the group of motorcycles behind them.

"2 < 4 is such a simple math problem, and you foolish young people don't even know it!"

Vodka was talking trash, the corners of his mouth curled up in a smug smile.

As soon as Vodka finished speaking, a motorcyclist jumped up from the side platform and leaped directly in front of Gin.

"Haha, goodbye forever!" The motorcyclist aimed his AK at Gin, just as he pulled the trigger in the 0.3 seconds.

Gin reacted quickly and opened the car door, but the sudden impact of the door prevented him from reacting in time, and he swayed uncontrollably.

"Too tender!"

Gin said lightly, then stretched out his long legs and kicked him to the ground with the tip of his shoe, heading towards his forehead.

Gin finally realized that he was holding his anti-gravity hat, while supporting it and aiming at the desperado behind him.

"Brother! Down...down..." Vodka pointed down in panic and stuttered.

I saw several vans parked horizontally below, and the bottom was filled with knife-throwing gangs whose bodies were covered with small blades, holding knives in their left hands and guns in their right hands.

Like a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait, he looked at them hungrily.