Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 851 Public Enemy (1)

"So what you're saying is," the Self-Defense Force leader mused, "that anyone could get that half of the key, including the FBI, or even other forces we don't know about. It's not impossible."

A cold light flashed across Gin's eyes, "And it's not 'anyone'."

He turned around and said in a low, firm voice, "I've sent someone to find her. She's the only person in the world I can trust and might be willing to entrust the key to."

"Did he get the key?" the blond man asked directly. He didn't want to listen to any prelude, which seemed to him to be useless noise.

"At the moment, I don't know either." Gin stared at the empty space ahead, a rare hint of uncertainty in his tone. "He refuses to show up."

"Reject?" The blond man forced an incredulous, almost sarcastic smile on his face. "Who is this guy? How dare he refuse you, Mr. Gin?"

In his inherent cognition, no one can and no one dares to refuse gin.

"Sorry, this is confidential, I can't tell you." Gin's voice was calm.

"Are you kidding?" The blond man finally laughed out loud, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I am the director of the organization's intelligence bureau."

The so-called director of the intelligence bureau means that all intelligence will flow into his hands, and he even has the right to know where certain people's birthmarks are.

He maintained a polite appearance and continued asking, but the smile on his face was hard to hide. "Excuse me, is there anything I don't want to know?"

This feels as absurd as if someone told you that from today on humans must breathe methane to survive.

"White wine team." Gin uttered these four words calmly.

"Gin." Bourbon whispered a warning in his voice.

"White wine team?" The blond man looked completely confused. He didn't know how many times today his cognition had been overturned.

As the director of the intelligence agency, there is a department within the organization that he is completely unaware of?

"Mr. Gin." Xue Shu also echoed in a low voice, suggesting that he should be careful with his words and actions.

"So, that guy is the one called 'Baijiu'?" The blond man raised his eyebrows. "Honestly, judging by your expressions..."

He shook his head, his smile turning bitter. "Am I probably the last person in this room to know? What kind of international joke is this?"

"This is not a joke." Jager picked at his teeth with his fingernails and spoke vaguely, "Baijiu is a real celebrity in the organization."

"Big celebrity..." the blond man repeated in a low voice, his sarcasm stronger. "Yes, a 'big celebrity' in the organization. This is the first time I've heard of it."

"I'm starting to wonder if the intelligence and news I hear every day are ten years behind the times. It's really interesting."

"It's not that exaggerated, maybe just a delay of one or two months?" Jäger added.

The blond man turned to Gin and pressed the point: "So what exactly do they do? What's the essential difference between them and your action team?"

"He's different." Gin's answer was brief and powerful, and some complex memories seemed to flash across his eyes.

"They only fight tough battles! No! To put it simply! They only play high-level games!" Jäger suddenly seemed to be on fire, waving his arms excitedly, like a fanatical fan. "Every time they carry out a mission, it's a fucking impossible task!"

There were almost stars in his eyes, and his words were full of undisguised admiration.

Everyone has long been accustomed to this, Jägermeister is like a child who never grows up.

"Oh! Baijiu! Baijiu!" Jäger even raised his hands and cheered.

The blond man automatically ignored the Jager squirming on the ground like a caterpillar and got to the point, "So, who is the leader of this team? What is the chain of command?"

"They don't follow orders step by step." Xue Shu said, and suddenly he put his palm together like a knife and chopped it accurately on the back of Jäger's neck.

The world instantly became clean.

"We usually just…" He turned to James, "leave them a message."

"Hahaha!" The blond man laughed heartily but sarcastically. He savored the words carefully, nodded, and smiled, "Leave them... a message. That's brilliant."

"Mr. Gin." A low voice sounded.

The white-haired man who had been silent for a long time had quietly approached and handed over a small metal box.

Gin half-closed his eyes, he didn't even notice the other person's footsteps.

But he didn't think about it any further, perhaps the memories just now disturbed his mind.

He decisively cut off his thoughts.

"The liquor team doesn't belong to any regular department," Xue Shu continued, explaining in full, "They all report directly to 'that master' or the highest decision-making body."

"Wait," the blond man opened his hands and made a "pause" gesture, "let me smooth it out for a bit."

"Whenever you encounter an impossible, difficult task," he said, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone in the room, including the unconscious Jäger on the floor, with an unfathomable, cold smile on his face, "you choose to leave a message for a mysterious 'group' I don't even know exists..."

“Then, pray that they are willing and able to complete the task.”

"Is that so?" He carefully observed everyone's expressions. "Am I correct in my conclusion?"

"But the prerequisite is that he is willing to accept the mission." Xue Shu added.

In an unnoticed corner, the white-haired man was silently opening the black metal box he brought, seemingly searching for some documents or devices.

"Why do they have the right to choose whether to accept the mission?" The blond man felt that his worldview was constantly being refreshed, which completely overturned his understanding of the organization's strict discipline.

Gin's thoughts had already wandered away from this conversation.

He didn't want to waste any more time on this blond man who had come in out of nowhere.

There was originally no place for him in this meeting, but "that adult" forced him in.

But what exactly was the real intention of "that sir"? Gin pondered silently, subconsciously opening the small box handed to him by the white-haired man.

Inside, there was a small and exquisite gas mask.

What does it mean?

"Because the original intention of establishing this group," James said in an unusually calm tone, as if stating a basic fact, "is to ensure that there will not be any...unintended, uncontrolled consequences."

"That's right!" Jäger suddenly burped, rolled over on the ground, patted his round belly and muttered, "If they can't absolutely guarantee the final direction and result of the mission..."

He glanced at Xue Shu with a sly look, "...they can choose to refuse. Oh, why do my hands become so weak as I get older?"

At the same moment, Gin was about to turn his head and shoot sharp eyes at the white-haired man who was behaving abnormally.

However, he saw that the other party had already grasped three spherical devices in his hands!

In the split second when Gin turned around and looked at him, the white-haired man threw three devices into the air of the conference room without hesitation!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three dull explosions erupted almost simultaneously! The device instantly erupted with a thick, dark green smoke that resembled rotting jade!

These are definitely not festive fireworks. The deadly gas is spreading at an exponential rate, devouring the oxygen in the air!

Almost in an instant, the entire conference room was completely submerged in this suffocating green sea of ​​death!

The sounds of coughing, panicked gasps, and the muffled thud of bodies falling to the ground instantly replaced all conversations!

The white-haired man had already put on a gas mask that he had prepared in advance. The eyes behind the transparent eyepiece were as cold as ice. He watched without emotion as his former senior colleagues fell unconscious and collapsed to the ground one after another.

He walked with steady, precise and murderous steps, like the god of death, straight towards Gin.