Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 881 Playing tricks with liquor?

"Bang! Boom!"

Kava suddenly leaned out from behind the cover, and the pistol in his hand burst into rapid shots. The precise firepower temporarily suppressed the enemy, buying a precious breathing space for Vodka, who was tumbling and crawling back.

Although he usually felt extremely troubled and even annoyed by Vodka's various "stupid and cute" actions, strangely enough, deep down in his heart he never really wanted to see Vodka die here.

Although Vodka's remarks are often laughable, he is indeed a rare "atmosphere regulator" in this high-pressure team. He can always use an incredible way to make the atmosphere become... at least less suffocating at the most tense and solemn moments.

Of course, the most important reason was Gin's unquestionable death order—

In this operation, the safety of vodka must be ensured.

The reason he gave was so crude and crude that it was almost perfunctory: "I still need him to be my driver. I always feel nauseous when I ride in other people's cars."

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just Gin's cold and awkward disguise.

Maybe he just... didn't want to lose anyone who could still be called a "team member".

Former companions left one after another, either defecting, becoming enemies that had to be eliminated, or sleeping forever in some unknown corner.

Most of them sacrificed their lives for the organization's will.

Gradually, even Gin's heart, which was known for its absolute loyalty and ruthlessness, began to show an imperceptible wavering.

He began to understand the so-called traitors and undercover agents - they were not completely without feelings for the organization, nor were they necessarily inherently disloyal.

It was precisely those inseparable feelings and indelible "selfishness" that ultimately prompted them to take another path.

And now, Gin himself seems to have a similar "selfish" desire -

He was increasingly reluctant to send his only remaining "old friends", who were both enemies and friends, to carry out those life-threatening missions.

I don't want to see them disappear completely from my world again.

"Damn it! Why are there more and more people on the other side!" Kava spat a mouthful of blood, his arm slightly numb from the continuous shooting.

He raised his gun and fired at another figure on the flank who was trying to outflank him, forcing him to retreat.

"The organization is fucking mean..." He complained angrily in a low voice while quickly changing magazines, "What kind of junk are they giving us? With this little firepower, how are we supposed to break through?!"

"The suppression power of twenty of us firing simultaneously is not even a fraction of the submachine gun fire from one person on the opposite side!"

If the goal of this mission was not to encircle and suppress Baijiu, if it were not for the long-standing and irreconcilable personal hatred, Kavajiu would never have brought his brothers to take such a near-suicidal risk.

In fact, when the news that the target of this mission was liquor was first spread within the organization, more than 99% of the members applied to withdraw in an instant before the news was even finished!

Because they know better than anyone that cracking down on liquor is as difficult and dangerous as rushing to a death sentence!

Even the member of the organization who was known for his pessimism and despair and suffered from severe depression chose to give up at the first opportunity!

The oppressive feeling brought by the name of Baijiu is so terrifying.

In the end, the top management had to use the pretext of "important talks with liquor" to barely put together this 25-person "volunteer" team.

Many uninformed lower-level members even fought each other for these limited "places".

The truth wasn't revealed until after the plane took off. At that moment, almost everyone on board wanted to leave the plane immediately, heading towards a desperate situation.

Unfortunately, it was too late - the seemingly ordinary bracelets they were asked to wear before boarding the plane were actually the organization's latest "super neural guidance system."

If anyone attempts to remove it by force or disobeys instructions, the high-voltage current emitted can kill the person instantly.

Since they were going to die anyway, it would be more "cost-effective" to go and see Baijiu—at least in the minds of those forced to come, Baijiu wasn't some irrational, murderous monster who would kill anyone who stood in his way. Facing his former comrade, he would... show some mercy, right?

However, the reality is cruel.

This team, which originally consisted of 25 people, now has only a dozen people left and is still struggling.

Some people choked on the blood that kept flowing out of their mouths before they died.

She stretched out her trembling hands towards Baijiu and pleaded with a weak voice, "Save...save me...Baijiu..."

Most people died of blood loss before they could even finish their last words.

Baijiu saw this and felt a surge of anxiety and helplessness in his heart.

He is not cold-blooded, but he is definitely not the kind of hot-blooded anime protagonist who will roar "Kill!" regardless of the consequences and then explode and fight a hundred people alone.

The current battle situation is extremely dangerous.

The enemy is using its powerful firepower advantage to gradually compress their space of movement, trying to force the remaining forces on both sides together and then annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Baijiu wiped the warm blood that splashed on his forehead, opened his arms, and protected Grace more closely between himself and the car body.

His mind scanned the surroundings like a sophisticated radar, assessing every possible breakthrough and threat.

At this moment, Grace was as quiet as a lifeless statue.

She knew better than anyone that any unnecessary movement at this moment could lead to an instant disaster.

She had to pin all her hopes of survival on the actions of the man in front of her.

Suddenly, Baijiu's peripheral vision caught sight of Kava, who was constantly looking out and providing covering fire not far away.

When his eyes swept across Kava's face, which was tense with concentration and anger, a vague idea flashed through his mind -

This face...where did he seem to have seen it before?

There seems to be another person in the organization's files who looks very similar to him...

"squeak--!"

Just when Baijiu was stunned for a hundredth of a second by this thought!

Grace beside him keenly grasped this fleeting gap!

She was not frightened. On the contrary, she was surprisingly calm, and her brain was working as fast as a high-speed computer.

After just one round of fierce fire from the enemy, she accurately grasped the deadly pattern—

Every time the opponent madly pours out ammunition, there will be a break of about two seconds to reload!

This time was enough for her to rush a long distance and escape from this vortex of death!

Her body instantly straightened, like a cheetah ready to pounce, the muscles in her long legs tightened, ready to kick the ground and rush out -

However, just before she could exert her strength, a powerful and irresistible force suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind!

Grace turned her head in astonishment, and her expression changed instantly!

I saw that my right wrist was already tightly locked with a pair of cold and shiny handcuffs without me noticing!

The other end of the handcuffs was connected to Baijiu's wrist.

Baijiu looked at her calmly, as if he had only done something insignificant. He even shrugged his shoulders casually, then deliberately shook their connected wrists, causing the metal chain to clink crisply.

Yes.

How could Baijiu not have thought of this?

How could he not guess Grace's little thoughts?

In order to prevent this cunning "bird" from flying away from his palm again, Baijiu did not hesitate to sacrifice some of his flexibility this time - he used this pair of handcuffs to tie himself and Grace together completely!

This was not only a physical confinement, but also a resolute gesture: he was determined to keep Grace firmly by his side and never let her leave his sight, let alone escape alone!

"Want to escape?" Baijiu's voice was tinged with a teasing chuckle. He had obviously already noticed the gap in the enemy's firepower. "How could you be alone?"

After saying that, he suddenly exerted force with his arms, pulled Grace by the arm, and took advantage of this short window to reload ammunition to rush towards the bunker in another direction!

To put it bluntly but with an extremely vivid metaphor——

At this moment, he was like a dog on a battlefield full of dangers, tightly tied to a rein that was always trying to break free but had to follow his pace...