Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

10 am

In the parking lot of the Kowloon Hotel in Haido-cho, inside a Porsche 356A.

Liquor, gin and vodka sat in the car, breathing in the secondhand smoke of gin.

"Cough, cough, cough... cough, this is really powerful."

Baijiu pressed the button and slightly opened the car window.

"Brother, Chianti and Cohen haven't arrived yet. Do I need to call them to urge them?" Vodka said naively.

"Who told you to ask Xue Shu to get the bomb? How fast they come depends on how fast Xue Shu works."

Gin said impatiently.

"Vodka, don't you know this common sense? "Snow Tree" is a well-known "turtle" in the organization."

Gin stared at Vodka ferociously, took out a pistol from his arms, and pointed the cold muzzle at Vodka.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I just saw him closer at night, so for convenience, I asked him for help. I didn't expect that he was still not ready after a day..."

"You also know that if the task entrusted to him is suddenly cancelled... you also know Xue Shu's temper..."

Vodka explained haltingly.

"You remember clearly that Xue Shu doesn't like to be stood up."

Gin put the gun back into his arms.

"Gin, let's talk about the plan first. Since they haven't come, we can go in and investigate first." Baijiu suggested.

"The plan was simple: use the explosion to cause a fire, and Cohen would be responsible for cleaning up the agents who escaped from the hotel."

"Baijiu, you and Chianti will be in charge of placing the bombs on the third and fourth floors."

"Vodka and I will be responsible for placing the bombs on the seventh and eighth floors. We will first use the fire to lure them out, and then use the bombs on the floors to send them into the sky."

"Boom, crash, it was blown to pieces."

Vodka was adding the soundtrack nearby.

"But the initial stage of these missions is to capture an FBI agent alive and find out where Kiel is."

"Leave the rest of the interrogation to me. It just so happens that the organization's interrogation room hasn't been used for a long time."

Gin gave a sinister smile.

"As for the rest, do whatever you want with them. Finally, use the remaining bombs to completely blow this place up."

"As for whether it is a fire or a terrorist attack, leave it to Vermouth to handle it."

"After all, she often comes to the police."

Gin sneered as he looked at the hotel in front of him that was about to turn into a sea of ​​fire.

"Then how do you tell if he's an agent? Do you have a photo?"

Baijiu asked while quickly tapping the screen to send a text message

[Which floor is "Wiseman" on? ——White Wine]

[Fourth floor, room 403, but he may have swapped rooms with his teammates, so it’s best to investigate. - Vermouth]

【Photo——Vermouth】

"Wiseman" is quite handsome and seems to be under 30 years old. He has become a superior at such a young age.

He has a high nose bridge, deep eyes, beautiful and bright light yellow pupils, and a righteous face. He doesn't look like a traitor at all.

Is it really feasible to choose this person as the scapegoat? Even if it is not feasible, there is nothing we can do about it, after all, he is the general manager of this team.

Baijiu analyzed it in his mind.

"I have asked my informant to extract photos of all the FBI agents staying at the hotel."

"These FBI bugs never dreamed that the restaurant owner they trusted was actually a member of the "organization."

Vodka was laughing triumphantly on the side.

"drop."

A horn sounded from the vehicle next to it, and it reversed perfectly into the garage and parked next to the Porsche.

Chianti walked up to the Porsche with his hands on his hips, knocked on the window and asked.

"Gin, I brought a truckload of bombs, what should I do with them?"

"Do you need someone to stand at the door of the hotel?" Cohen said dully.

Gin got out of the car, held up the bomb and looked at it carefully.

"Vodka, are you ready for the takeaway bags and express boxes?" Gin turned his head and asked Vodka in a low voice.

"Of course...here!" Vodka took out a bag full of takeout bags and boxes from the trunk and placed it in front of Gin.

Gin exhaled a puff of thick smoke, then held it in his mouth again and directed them.

"Vodka and Cohen are now placing bombs in takeaway bags and delivery boxes, and then placing them on garden seats."

"I'll send an informant nearby to deliver it. You and Chianti should take your handbags and place them on the floors one by one. Make sure you don't get caught."

"Then Vodka and I will carry the bomb in our bags to the floor."

"Cohen, I'm giving you a chance to kill someone. I hope you can seize it. Vodka has sent the photo to your mobile phone." Gin spat the cigarette butt on the ground.

"I won't look at the photos. I will kill everyone."

Cohen said these words coldly, and then put the bombs into the takeout bags and express boxes in front of the ruthless packaging machine.

"Loading bombs is so troublesome and tiring," Cohen complained.

"If you want to blame someone, blame Vodka for entrusting Xue Shu to do the job."

Gin said coldly, looking around.

"Let's get started, both of you. Follow my instructions. Remember, you must leave one person alive."

"Roger that, Gin."

Baijiu and Chianti lifted the briefcase filled with bombs and walked towards the Kowloon Hotel.

"Let me carry it. It's convenient. After all, it's not light." Baijiu took the handbag from Chianti.

"Thank...thank you." Chianti said shyly with a blushing face.

Baijiu used his peripheral vision to observe the crowd moving through the restaurant, and once again used his camera-like eyes to scan and analyze the crowd.

As long as they are making a phone call or talking, Baijiu will quickly scan anyone who may be behaving suspiciously.

It takes an average of half a second to guess a person's occupation based on his appearance, clothing and behavior.

It took a total of 30 seconds, and Baijiu analyzed that most of them were ordinary workers and couples in the hotel.

"Everything is normal. The FBI has not discovered our actions, so we can rule out a counter-espionage plot." Baijiu covered his earphones and whispered.

"Very good, let's quickly place the bombs. They will all be placed here soon."

"A task that Gin assigned to you alone? To observe if there is any suspicious situation."

"No, I just think the FBI might have done this on purpose. Unfortunately, I seem to have overestimated their intelligence."

Baijiu smiled faintly.

"Press the elevator button. I'll go to the fourth floor and you go to the third floor. Be careful after the explosion. After all, they are the FBI. No matter how stupid they are, at least they have received professional training."

Baijiu came into the elevator carrying two handbags and calmly instructed Chianti.

"Good~"

Chianti blushed and lowered his head, pressing the button obediently, which formed a sharp contrast with his strong image in front of everyone.

"You should also be careful and don't get hurt."

Baijiu nodded silently to Chianti and handed her the handbag.

Baijiu came to the fourth floor carrying the bag and walked around. He put the bag aside, squatted on the ground to rest, and looked up at the surveillance camera.

"Baijiu, Chianti, have you reached the designated floor yet?" Gin asked coldly.

“We have arrived.”

"Very good, Vodka and I are on our way to the hotel. We'll start the operation in about 10 minutes."

"If the bomb outside goes off, immediately detonate the bomb on your floor."

"Don't forget to capture the FBI agent alive. Don't let the agent catch you. I can't afford to lose that person to rescue you."

Gin sneered sarcastically.

"You're so long-winded, Gin. You should be the one who knows our abilities best."

"Come on, my hands are itching after not killing anyone for a day." Chianti's tone was full of impatience.

"Me too, I can't help but want to blow flowers up on the FBI's head to avenge the sneak attack that day."

Gin said sharply.

There are still 10 minutes left to find "Wiseman" in these 30 rooms. It's a bit difficult...but the more difficult it is, the more excited I am!

At this moment, a hotel cleaner was pushing a cart out of the room. He turned around and asked gently about Baijiu.

"Sir, which room is yours?"

Baijiu instantly teleported behind the cleaner, put his arm around his neck, pulled him back into the room, and closed the door.

Baijiu used all his strength to twist his neck.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of joints.

The cleaner passed out, and Baijiu took off his work clothes and put them on himself, then locked him in the closet.

Baijiu removed all the frames of the work cart, leaving enough space for an adult, covered it with a cloth, and pushed the cart across the floor.

Baijiu pushed the cart to the door of 403.

I looked down at my watch and saw that there were still 7 minutes left.

Baijiu knocked gently on the door, holding his hat low.

After waiting for a while, a man with a goatee and light grey pupils, who looked like he was of Asian descent, came in.

He came out of the room lazily, his face looked haggard, as if he had stayed up all night, and he was yawning.

Lazily speaking in broken Japanese, he asked about liquor.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Baijiu looked the man up and down and quickly confirmed that he was not deliberately disguising himself and was not "Wiseman".

"Excuse me...."

Before Baijiu finished speaking, he repeated the same routine. Without giving him time to react, he pounced over and closed the door with his foot.

He pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed the man in the abdomen three times in one second. He covered his mouth with his hand and the dagger was soon stained with blood.

The man's pupils dilated and he fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth like a fountain. Baijiu used his fingers to unlock his cell phone.

Check out his profile.

"White O'Sai", Baijiu opened the list and checked it, and soon found his original room.

"423"

"Wiseman, wait for me."