Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 866 No problem, you want me to answer the question?

Airport logistics channel.

"The question is..." McCarron's voice trembled as he read out the cold new question on the screen, "'Who, or what, is most important to you?'"

Lao Hei seemed to understand the meaning of this question instantly. He spoke in a deep voice, trying to guide it: "Tell it."

But McCarron interrupted him immediately, his inner struggle making him speak incoherently: "I can, but if I - if I -"

"We have no choice!" Old Black's voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful, overcoming McAllen's hesitation with a decisive tone. "Tell it!"

He had long seen through McCarron's inner embarrassment and fear - McCarron knew the answer, but he was afraid that revealing the answer would implicate the person most important to him.

For Macallan, his whole world, apart from his grandmother who lives far away, is these members of the "White Wine Group".

They are his entire emotional sustenance and the meaning of his existence.

(Of course, this might also include a future partner, but given the current situation, finding a partner is probably a long way off.)

"No, McAllen." Old Black tried to calm him down, saying, "The 'Intelligence' is not strong enough to control our life and death out of thin air."

"Even if it does pose a threat," Lao Hei's tone was filled with an almost blind, absolute trust in the team's abilities, "is there anything that our 'White Wine Team' can't do or solve?"

McCarron was silent for half a second in extreme torment. Finally, he suppressed his sobs and uttered the answer in a nearly broken voice: "My... friends."

He stared at the metal turntable that kept flipping and combining, wiped away the tears that were flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and cursed softly, "How abominable... you damned 'intellectual being'..."

Airport waiting area.

On the other hand, Baijiu temporarily suppressed all doubts.

But his keen intuition had already caught the unusual and dangerous smell in the air.

Everything was going too smoothly, so smoothly that it was eerie, as if an invisible hand had already paved the way for all the roads, and they just had to walk step by step like puppets.

He quickened his pace and in two or three steps he caught up with Grace in front of him silently.

Grace had already walked to the man, but she suddenly slowed down. Her face was instantly filled with shock and horror. Her lips parted slightly as she murmured, "No way..."

The man in charge of the transaction was not taking a nap with his head down, but had completely turned into a cold corpse!

Just as Grace was stunned in shock, Baijiu, who always behaved like a gentleman, also ignored etiquette.

He grabbed Grace's arm roughly, like leading a frightened calf, and forcibly pulled her away from the scene quickly.

"He...what is he doing...?" Grace's voice couldn't stop trembling.

For her, a thief who excels at her craft, murder and corpses are horrific scenes that are completely beyond her cognition.

The impact was no less than letting a child who was extremely afraid of the dark and ghosts stay alone in a dark cemetery that had been abandoned for a hundred years for a whole month.

But Grace is not a child after all.

Despite her extreme fear, her psychological defenses began to repair themselves quickly after the initial shock.

From the moment she encountered baijiu, her worldview has been constantly refreshed and reshaped.

She originally just wanted to finish this big deal, achieve financial freedom, and then live a carefree and happy life.

But now, she finds herself inexplicably drawn into a world-class deadly vortex.

Now it is this strange man who is dying, who knows if I will be the next?

Of course, this handsome and powerful man in front of her made her feel temporarily safe.

But who can guarantee that he won't suddenly point the gun at himself in the next second?

"Don't panic." Baijiu's voice was calm and almost cruel. "Don't look back. He is dead."

"No matter how many times you look at him, he can't come back to life." He stated the cold fact.

"Now, give me the money and the keys." Baijiu turned his head slightly and glanced at the surrounding environment with high vigilance out of the corner of his eye.

Grace was extremely obedient. She immediately opened her palm and handed the thing to Baijiu.

At this moment, for her, no matter whether Baijiu was trustworthy or not, it was much safer to stay with him than to get involved in this mess alone.

In the logistics channel.

"Okay." McAllen mustered up his courage and looked at the next question: "The next question is... 'What thing gets bigger the more you take away?'"

Lao Hei was silent for only half a second before giving the answer directly: "It's a trap."

"It's a trap!" McAllen repeated immediately.

"Clever!" He couldn't help but applaud, praising her sincerely, "You still say you're not good at guessing riddles? It's true that gold shines wherever it is!"

Baijiu and Grace returned to the shopping area.

Less than half a step into the area, four glaring red danger identification icons suddenly popped up on Baijiu's AR glasses!

Various familiar faces popped up quickly on the side - there were former teammates who had once been under his command, as well as those "little fans" who once admired him immensely.

It really proves the saying: The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.

Baijiu gave a helpless smile, then grabbed Grace's arm without hesitation, forcing her to complete a 180-degree turn and walk quickly to the left.

But after taking a few steps, and even before the new red alert came on, he turned around again - because a few familiar faces appeared in front of him!

However, less than half a second after turning around, two familiar faces appeared in front of him.

One of them was actually Lantjiu!

Unexpectedly, even this former core member of the liquor team chose to betray!

Baijiu didn't have time to think about the reasons behind it, nor did he have the mind to guess Lant's motives.

His only thought now is to escape!

He didn't trust anyone, and the only people he could trust at the moment were the original veteran members of the liquor group.

As a last resort, Baijiu could only pull Grace back to the area where the man had just died.

"It's all right..." McCarron bit his fingers nervously, "But damn... there's still one last dial left to untie!"

"But the fucking problem now is!" He yelled at the cold device almost madly.

"There's no fucking question! How do you expect me to give an answer?!"

"Fuck you! Did you eat shit?!"