Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Gin, I've tracked down the first car." Chianti's voice came through the headset.

"How's it going?"

"The windows were dark and I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside the car."

"Upload it to me using perspective, like the liquor."

"Yes, the photography is completed." Chianti put the thermal imaging scanner back into his leather jacket.

"Me too, I've finished taking the photos and uploaded them." Cohen said slowly.

"There were nine people in the car in Chianti."

"They actually carry bombs equipped with transmitters with them." Vodka discovered the blind spot and pointed with his finger.

Gin and Vodka were analyzing the information on the screen in the car.

"A figure sleeping on the back seat? Is that Kiel? That guy is the only one whose transmitter doesn't respond." Vodka pointed excitedly.

"Don't be impatient, take the vodka." Gin held down the vodka that was eagerly drinking beside him.

"Look at the picture Cohen uploaded. There are also nine people, but there is no signal from the transmitter." Gin lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"And in the picture uploaded by Baijiu, there are only two figures, and both of them are wearing transmitters."

Gin analyzed steadily.

"Okay, make a decision quickly! Gin, if you keep dragging your feet, the rifle on my back might go off accidentally."

Chianti said impatiently.

"Sorry for the wait~ Gin, I finally found it, Shuichi Akai's Chevrolet." Vermouth said slowly.

"Oh? Aren't you just responsible for helping us to contain the police?"

"You must have put in a lot of effort, Vermouth. This must be a direct order from 'that master.'" Gin said with a little excitement.

"Because I had expected this situation to happen." Vermouth said with a smile

"Then what? Akai's location." Gin's tone became gloomy again.

"We passed through Haido Park and have just entered Beika Town. The closest car is the second car that Cohen is tracking."

Gin exited the thermal imaging screen and turned on the real-time navigation to check everyone's location.

Gin magnified that area, touched his jaw and analyzed it slowly.

"Then it looks like it's Cohen's car, since Akai is guarding behind it." Chianti said disappointedly.

The Chevrolet shuttled through the narrow gap between the cars at its best, performing various difficult moves in front of Vermouth.

Vermouth smiled slightly, slowed down, passed the real-time location of the liquor, turned around and drove towards the location of the third car.

"What an amazing driving skill! He surpassed those cars in the blink of an eye. At that speed, he will catch up with the second car in less than two minutes."

"Maybe he discovered that Cohen was following the car." Vermouth said in a deliberately high voice.

"Can't we take action yet? It makes me anxious. And this guy's driving skills are pretty good. Is this the FBI version of vodka?"

Baijiu kept shuttling among the vehicles, swaying the body of the car and barely running parallel to it.

"I'm also going to change my route and meet up with Cohen! I'm going to blow Akai Shuichi's head off with my own hands!" Chianti said passionately.

"Kill him. Give me the mission." Cohen was about to take out his rifle.

"Everyone, change your route and immediately head to the location of the third car where the liquor is."

"Vodka, send them the location immediately."

"yes, Sir."

Without saying a word, Vodka immediately sent the location to everyone's mobile phone.

"Hey! Gin! What's wrong? Are you scared of Akai? Are you planning to give up on Kir?" Chianti roared excitedly.

"No, Kiel is in the third car that Baijiu is following."

"Why is it in that car?" Chianti asked puzzledly.

"Because with Akai's personality, he wouldn't use such an exaggerated method to overtake other cars."

"Let the enemy focus on the vehicle he is protecting. He won't make this mistake."

"This is a trap set by that guy to lure us in."

"Kil, who was unconscious, should have been lying on a stretcher in the back seat. They knew we would assume so."

"So they took advantage of the situation and asked her to wear a transmitter and sit in the passenger seat, so that she looked like an FBI investigator from the outside."

Gin took out a pistol from his arms and was ready to shoot.

"But I see the third car is heading towards the hospital, right?" Chianti asked puzzledly.

"This was also designed in advance. Although we already knew the hospital where Keel was staying, the FBI did not immediately transfer Keel to another hospital."

"It means that reality makes it impossible for them to do so. In other words, they pretended to transfer Keel to another hospital, but in fact they were deliberately planning to return to the original hospital."

"Because they concluded that we would not search the hospital again."

At the same time that Gin gave the order, Baijiu received a message from Vermouth.

[Begin the action. Pay attention to your surroundings. Be careful of the FBI's accomplices. Gil has woken up. Find a chance to kill the driver. Gil should take over the operation. If it is inconvenient, I will rush over immediately. - Vermouth]

【Understand——White Wine】

"It looks like the person sitting in the passenger seat is Keel. If he's awake, we can just assassinate the driver."

Just as Baijiu took out the pistol, his keen intuition sensed that at the 7 o'clock position, a chill was rapidly approaching his body.

Baijiu quickly tilted the car to the left, and two sniper bullets pierced Baijiu's right sleeve and went straight into the elevated wall.

The vehicle in front instantly increased its speed and distanced itself from Baijiu.

Baijiu calmed down immediately and calculated the distance in his mind in just 0.15 seconds.

Baijiu raised the front of the car slightly, tilted it 45 degrees, and used the private car on the left and the side-view mirror as cover.

He took out his pistol swiftly and drove towards the cabs of the two cars without hesitation.

“Boom! Boom!”

The two cars lost control in an instant and crashed into the fence on the side. A few seconds later, a huge fire broke out on the hood, followed by a violent explosion.

The vehicle went down the viaduct where there was heavy traffic.

Baijiu was about to turn a corner when the vehicles carrying Kil in front of him suddenly stopped sideways in front of Baijiu, forming a vehicle barrier that blocked the exit.

The agents opened the car doors one after another, and dozens of pistols were aimed at the liquor.

"It happened."

Just when Baijiu was in trouble and looking for a solution, several bullets came from behind Baijiu, followed by a charming aroma.

"White wine! Jump in the car!"

Vermouth placed three bombs on Baijiu's motorcycle, then threw the submachine gun with its bullets exhausted forward, using the gun to block the bullets that were raining down on him.

Baijiu instantly understood what Vermouth meant, raised the head of the motorcycle, and jumped into Vermouth's car.

He then pulled out a pistol from Vermouth's waist, held the pistols in both hands, and drove towards the motorcycle tank carrying the bomb.

Like a mobile bomb, close contact with the FBI.

"Peng!"

A violent fireball was burning, and the blown-off fragments were scattered from the air. The high temperature of the explosion made Baijiu feel a burning sensation on his back.

"Hold on tight!"

Vermouth stepped on all her strength and tried her best to escape from the range of the fire.

Baijiu hugged Vermouth's waist tightly, and her beautiful hair slapped Baijiu's face.

Vermouth lifted the body of the motorcycle, jumped onto its roof, and then rode out from the elevated wall, showing the covenant of faith.

"Vermouth?! Are you crazy?!"

"Hehe." Vermouth just smiled slightly.

It adjusted its position and body in the air, landing perfectly in the truck compartment below, then increased its horsepower and landed on the ground.

"Science! Too much science, Vermouth's driving skills are quite something." Baijiu muttered to himself.

Gin and his group passed this intersection and joined the main road from all the small paths.

I saw that the back of the car was surrounded by layers of black-clad organizations.

Three motorcycles and a Porsche 356A were closely behind the vehicle.

The scene suddenly reversed. Gin and his group were like a black wall, and the vehicle in front was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"You're a great driver," Baijiu praised.

"Next, it's time to send him on his way."

Just as Baijiu took out a pistol and aimed at the driver, Vermouth grabbed Baijiu's hand and shook her head slowly.

"Kil, Cohen, you double-team from the left, Vermouth, you and I double-team from the right." Gin's voice came from the headset.

"Yes!"

Inside the car, Kiel took advantage of the moment when the driver turned his head to the left to look behind through the rearview mirror and noticed that Gin and the others were approaching.

Kil took out the transmitter from his pocket, held it tightly in his hand, and smashed it hard on the driver's forehead.

The vehicle suddenly moved out of control, and Keel held the handle to maintain balance inside the vehicle.

The out-of-control vehicle crashed violently into the fence on the side of the road.

Gin and the others braked at the same time, and everyone checked the situation.

Kil, wearing a hospital gown, tremblingly opened the car door and staggered out of the car.

"Vodka, Cohen, you two help Kiel over here."

"Yes!"

Vodka hurried over and helped Kiel up together with Cohen.

"No, I can do it myself." Kiel moved their hands away and limped to Gin.

"What's going on, Gil, why did the car suddenly--" Gin questioned.

"From the FBI radio call, I knew you guys had come to rescue me."

"I seized the opportunity, knocked the driver unconscious with the box of bomb, and then stepped on the brakes." Kil said weakly, holding his shoulder.

"So the FBI made you stay in that hospital. Have you regained consciousness?" Vodka asked, and kindly handed Kiel some toilet paper and wet wipes.

"Thank you." Kiel took it.

Because Vodka accidentally touched Kil's soft hand, his face turned red and he smiled foolishly.

"Yes, I regained consciousness two or three days ago, but the FBI seems to have always believed that I was still in a coma."

"Well...then Kiel has returned to the group safely, can we go now?" Vodka said with a blush.

"We still have to solve this problem first. It's stupid of the FBI to leave such an important matter to this guy alone."

"Kill him, Baijiu."

Baijiu took over Chianti's sniper, took a deep breath, and aimed at the driver's head.

"Goodbye."

Just as Baijiu pulled the trigger.

"Peng!"

As the bullet passed through, a huge explosion occurred inside the car.