Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 879 What is justice?

"Are you hurt?" Baijiu's voice was unusually gentle. As he spoke, he carefully helped Grace, whose hands and feet were still uncontrollable.

Gently pulled her out of the driver's seat of the deformed police car.

Although Grace was unwilling in her heart and her face was full of resistance, she had no choice but to let her limbs no longer belong to her and completely ignored her brain's command.

She could only be like a puppet whose strings had been pulled, or a puppet with a clear consciousness but unable to control her body, at the mercy of the liquor.

"Are you okay? How do you feel?" Baijiu carefully checked her condition, his tone full of unquestionable concern.

"Liquor!"

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind.

Baijiu slowly turned his head, and sure enough—

Kava was standing not far away, his legs firmly planted on the ground in a tactical horse stance, his hands tightly gripping the pistol, the muzzle aimed precisely at him.

"It's all over!" Kava shouted, his voice trembling slightly with suppressed anger.

Reason and rage were fighting fiercely in his brain, and every second of stalemate was a torment for him.

Because he could lose control at any time and fire all the bullets in the magazine at Baijiu's forehead.

"Put on the handcuffs yourself!" Kava ordered.

At the same time, he reached into his cuffs with his other hand, shook it skillfully, and slid a pair of special metal handcuffs with a cold glow to Baijiu's feet.

"Hi, Baijiu..." Vodka next to him timidly raised his chubby little hand, and on his chubby round face he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, trying to express goodwill.

In his opinion, smiling at such a tense moment may be the best solution to ease the atmosphere.

But Baijiu has no time to care about this "idiot" whose thinking is always a step behind.

In such a solemn and tense atmosphere, the presence of vodka seems so out of place.

It feels like you walk into a KFC and everyone is eating original chicken, but you are the only one holding a Big Mac with the McDonald's logo and eating it with relish.

"Baijiu, I don't want to repeat myself a second time, and I don't want to make things worse." Kava took a deep breath, suppressed his boiling anger, and tried to calm his voice, but the threat remained unchanged.

"Now, I'm warning you one last time! Now! Put the cuffs on! Quick!"

He urged sharply, his finger tightening slightly on the trigger guard.

Grace's legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Baijiu clearly felt the fear that was almost overflowing from her body.

He lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear in a low and soothing voice that only she could hear: "Don't be afraid. At least... his gun won't be pointed at you. If he has to attack, it will only be me."

"Buzz—woosh—buzz—woosh—!"

At this moment, the heart-pounding sound of sirens echoed through the streets again from behind!

Accompanied by a burst of rapid and sharp tire friction sounds, several police cars suddenly braked to a stop. The strong high beams pierced through the smoke and dust like sharp swords, shooting straight towards them, making it almost impossible for Baijiu and Grace to open their eyes.

"Drop your weapons!" Several special police officers, fully armed from head to toe, spread out in a tactical formation, and the muzzles of their cold rifles were aimed at Kava and his group in front of them.

"I'll give you five seconds!" The leading police officer's voice came through the loudspeaker, leaving no room for doubt.

"We're on a special operation! He's... he's a terrorist!"

In a panic, Vodka uttered a string of French in a halting and extremely weird manner, and the accent sounded like a disabled person in a speech rehabilitation center trying hard to practice pronunciation.

The French special police on the opposite side were confused and frowned.

"Put down your weapon!" The special police were too lazy to carefully distinguish what Vodka was mumbling, and directly warned him again in a stern voice.

But this can't be entirely blamed on the SWAT's lack of patience -

Vodka's "original" French translation level is just like asking a primary school student to write a letter to a foreign friend using pinyin: the whole paper looks like English letters, but the combination is a completely different system. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be fucking pinyin!

It would be a miracle if foreigners could understand it!

This is more or less the case with Vodka, who seems to have improvised a new language.

If you ask him to repeat what he just said, he will probably give you a completely different 2.0 version.

One can't help but complain: Can't the organization find a decent translator?

It is very efficient to find the elite team members who are hunting down our own people!

"He... he really is a terrorist..." Vodka looked at Kava's eyes and continued to make accusations that went against his heart.

But from a certain perspective, he was not completely wrong - in terms of the degree of "horror", they and Baijiu actually belong to the same category of people.

It's just that at this moment, they seem to be wearing the cloak of fighting for "justice", although the value of this "justice" is really worth further investigation.

"Damn it! This is so fucked up! My luck is always so bad!" Kava cursed inwardly and tactically took two small steps back.

In terms of firepower and numbers, they are completely not on the same level as the fully armed special police on the opposite side.

The firepower of one enemy player was enough to wipe out their small four-man team several times.

"Vodka! Stop your fucking nonsense! What do you know after learning French all day?!" Kava quickly scanned the surroundings on both sides with his peripheral vision, looking for a way to retreat, and at the same time growled, "Evacuate the civilians around here first!"

"Don't forget the bottom line of our operation!" His expression suddenly became serious and stern, and he emphasized, "Absolutely... do not harm women and children."

It was one of the few remaining codes of conduct for them.

It is also the only human nature.

"Put down your weapons! We will shoot if you don't!" The SWAT officer's finger was already on the trigger, making a clear, chilling sound of metal friction.

"Damn, what the hell is this guy mumbling? Will he die if he speaks English?" Kava couldn't help but murmur in his native language.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Vodka clumsily tried to signal the onlookers in the distance to move further away, while trying to explain in his terrible French: "We are carrying out... a top-level secret operation!"

"Baijiu, listen to me," Kavajiu stopped looking at the SWAT officer and lowered his tone, trying to make a final negotiation with Baijiu. "The best way to break this deadlock now is for you to put her down and then put the handcuffs on yourself."

This was the only way he could think of to avoid a full-scale conflict.

"That fat guy with the sunglasses! Shut up!" The SWAT officer's patience had clearly run out, and the voice over the loudspeaker was filled with extreme impatience. "Shut your stinky mouth! I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense! Now! Immediately! Put down your weapons!"

"Hurry!" Another special police officer raised the muzzle of his gun slightly as a final deterrent.

Vodka was so frightened by this action that he shuddered violently. His fat body swayed and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Baijiu's sight was like a precise radar, rapidly scanning back and forth between Kava, the SWAT, and the surrounding environment.

His brain was working in overload, searching for the key flaw that could break this deadly deadlock.

"Don't... don't shoot! Big Brother! Everything... everything is under control!" Vodka raised his hands high above his head, his voice tearful, begging in his strange mixture of fear and distorted French: "Please don't be impulsive, okay?"

"Drop your weapons!!!!" The SWAT issued a final, deafening roar. This sound was like an ultimatum, indicating that shooting might occur in the next second!

However, at this critical moment, Kava did not retreat, but took an abnormally small step forward.

Because he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye - behind the special police team, a blurry black shadow was quietly approaching at an extremely unusual speed!

However, when he finally managed to see the face under the shadow, all the expressions on his face -

Angry, anxious, calculating——

It completely solidified in an instant, turning into extreme shock and unbelievable stiffness!

It was her!