Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 853 Public Enemy (3) Enemy with Gin

The air seemed to freeze into ice, leaving only a silent confrontation between the two men.

"What will happen after you figure it out?" Gin continued to ask, his eyes fixed on Baijiu like a hawk.

"The intelligent body shouldn't be left to anyone else to control." Baijiu's expression was as firm as a rock, and his voice was filled with unquestionable determination. "I will destroy it."

"White wine." Gin looked at him thoughtfully with complicated eyes.

"The next world war will not be a cold war," Gin's voice was low and cold, like the frozen Siberian soil. "It will be a war with real guns and blood, for the competition of increasingly depleted ecological resources."

"In order to fight for the last bit of energy, for the last drop of water, for the last breathable air."

He stared intently into Baijiu's eyes, "And the one who controls the intelligence and body..."

"It's like grasping the absolute 'truth'."

Gin said coldly, "And the definition of right and wrong will be written by the victor who controls the mind and body in the next few hundred years."

"Gin, you've changed." A trace of deep regret and disappointment flashed across Baijiu's eyes. "Listen to what you're saying... But I understand you, too."

"You do this for this organization," Baijiu closed his eyes, as if making a heavy decision, "and I do this for this world, for all of humanity."

"No." Gin's voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "Those days when you fought for what you called 'justice'..."

He narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing across his face. "It's completely over."

"You must choose a side now." Gin gave his final advice, which was more like an ultimatum.

At this moment, Baijiu seems to be standing at the crossroads of fate. His next decision seems to determine the future direction of countless people and even the entire world.

"Sorry." Baijiu shook his head, even a bitter smile of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth, "There is only one camp in my camp."

"Please," Baijiu looked directly at Gin, his eyes extremely serious, even with a hint of pleading, "don't get in my way."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Gin also firmly established his position, and his words were like a final judgment, "We will find you, and the whole world will chase you until..."

"Anyway," Gin stopped his useless explanation and made a final futile attempt to retain this man with a will as strong as steel, "the mission you insist on in your heart..."

He lowered his voice, with a warning that was almost prophetic, "You will pay... an extremely heavy price."

"Honestly, Baijiu," Gin's hand silently reached inside his windbreaker, "I don't want to point the gun at your head."

"But... the current situation..." He took out the Beretta that he always carried with him. He didn't raise the gun, but the threat was obvious. "There is bound to be a war between us. You..."

Gin hesitated in a rare moment.

In Baijiu's impression, he has always been known for his decisiveness in killing and his willingness to kill without mercy.

But when facing Baijiu, this former member whom he once valued very much and might even regard as his only rival, he had an icy will deep in his heart.

There was actually a subtle hesitation.

"Have you really thought it through?" Gin confirmed with him again, a barely perceptible mixture of emotions in his voice. "The moment you made your decision, we became complete enemies. There's no turning back."

The conference room fell into a long, suffocating silence.

Baijiu remained silent, moving his lips slightly several times as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words back.

However, the expression on his face always remained as firm as a rock, and the answer seemed to have been written in his eyes.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

The sharp and piercing ring of the phone suddenly rang, cutting through the cold and silent atmosphere like a sharp blade.

It was Gin who took the lead and broke the dangerous deadlock: "If I don't answer this call, armed men will rush in soon."

"You should know the consequences."

Baijiu signaled him with his eyes to do as he pleased, his body still sitting steadily in the same place, but all the muscles in his body were in a subtle state of alert.

They both stood up from the sofa at the same time. Under Baijiu's calm gaze, Gin walked over to the phone at the conference table. He picked up the receiver, a cold, slightly self-deprecating smile on his face. "It seems... there's really no going back."

Then he put the receiver to his ear.

The last bit of fragile trust between the two was completely shattered at this moment.

Although he was facing his former team leader, Baijiu was extremely cautious and kept his right hand in his pocket, with two fingers firmly on the trigger of his pistol.

Although he didn't take it out explicitly, Gin was obviously aware of this subtle action.

The man who was once the most trusted and capable person was now wary of him.

"Hello?" Gin's voice returned to its usual calmness, even with a hint of formal politeness.

"Please let Mayor Jäger answer the phone." A voice came from the other end of the phone.

Gin glanced at Jäger, who was snoring loudly at his feet. "Mr. Mayor, it's not convenient to answer the phone right now. What can I do for you?"

"Excuse me, who are you?" the other end asked cautiously.

"I'm Gin, the director of the Tokyo Operations Department." Gin gave his name calmly.

At the same time, the liquor had quietly moved to the corner of the room and returned to the black metal box he brought.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the content of the call, or whether Gin would take the opportunity to reveal his presence.

Baijiu just stays quietly, taking an almost "rotten" and completely unpredictable attitude.

"Connection code." The person on the other end of the phone asked to confirm his identity for security procedures.

"Bass notes, all lowercase, no spaces in between." Gin recited the code fluently.

"Captain Gin, is there something wrong?" The voice on the other end of the phone became serious.

"Really?" Gin didn't answer directly, his tone was ambiguous.

"Ten minutes ago, we found your deputy unconscious in his home. He must have been drugged." The person on the other end of the phone began to report the situation.

"I'm afraid the situation is serious. The guards discovered that someone disguised himself and entered the building just fifteen minutes ago."

"I understand, thank you." Gin interrupted the other party's report impatiently.

The person on the other end of the phone keenly noticed the abnormality in Gin's tone: "Is it inconvenient for you to talk now?"

"Yes, thank you." Gin still maintained that deliberate impatience.

"We'll send someone over right away!" The voice on the other end of the phone immediately became nervous. "If you're in danger right now, please hang up before I count to five."

"one--"

Gin quickly hung up the phone. He turned around slowly, a hint of curiosity on his face, and looked at Baijiu in the corner: "So, how are you going to leave here now?"

His eyes met Baijiu's, but he was shocked to find that another identical "Gin" was standing where he was just now, holding a strangely shaped pistol in his hand, with the muzzle aimed steadily at him!

"Alright," the real Gin tilted his head, a hint of absurdity and resignation in his tone, "pretend I didn't ask."

Baijiu, who disguised himself as Gin, had a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his face.

He raised an eyebrow and gently squeezed the trigger with his index finger.

"Puff--" With an inaudible sound, a tiny anesthetic injection was accurately shot into Gin's neck.

An extremely strong feeling of dizziness instantly swept through Gin's brain like a tsunami. His vision quickly blurred and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

The last thing he saw before he completely lost consciousness was his "other self" calmly putting away his weapon, his eyes dark and unfathomable.