Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 825 Vermouth! Wait for me!

Mojito held up the heavy machine gun steadily, and the black muzzle spewed out deadly flames again, licking the helicopter of white wine crazily!

The liquor rushed left and right in the narrow gap of the valley, and the body of the wine shook violently, just like being thrown into a washing machine running at a hundred times the speed.

The cold bullet whizzed past the porthole.

Against the backdrop of the snow-capped hillsides on both sides, the scarlet ballistic trajectory was as clear as blood, like a series of death meteors passing by at high speed.

Inside the tent.

Vermouth suddenly opened the door curtain and rushed in, his face solemn: "McAllen, I still have nothing here."

She looked down at the signal device in her hand, which was flashing wildly but had no positioning accuracy. "We might have been tricked. We're in the wrong place."

At this moment, McAllen was like a traveler lost in the desert and on the verge of dehydration, turning left and right and searching up and down almost neurotically.

Finally, he turned around and cast a blank gaze towards the only passage in front of him: "There are interference signals everywhere!"

"Damn it..." The intense pressure forced him to curse, "This is the perfect graveyard for hiding nuclear bombs!"

"That's the problem!" Vermouth rarely agreed with McAllen's point of view.

"I understand Ryan. If we keep going around in circles in this ocean of signals..."

She suddenly paused, a flash of insight flashing in her eyes, like a stone pierced by water droplets over a thousand years: "--Then everything we do is exactly what he wants. His purpose in doing this is to make us die here!"

Thoughts race like lightning.

She turned around abruptly, her eyes instantly becoming as sharp as a hawk: "I'll go look for it in the village!"

"Huh?" Macallan was a little slow to react, eagerly following her lead: "Wait! Two people updating together..."

He tried to persuade her to stay, but his voice was interrupted by another harsher voice.

“Sizzle! Sizzle!!!”

The signal detector in McAllen's hand suddenly burst out with a harsh saturated noise.

The pointer goes straight to the highest point.

He was startled by the sudden scream, turned around suddenly towards the sound, and his jaw almost dropped to his chest: "That... Bei, Vermouth! Wait! I... I think I found it!" His voice trembled with shock.

He bent his waist and moved towards the source of the noise, cautiously as if approaching a wild animal.

Pushing aside the stacked medical equipment boxes, a storage room was revealed.

A feeling of despair washed over me instantly—everywhere I looked, there were metal boxes! Suitcases, medicine boxes, even refrigerator-sized coolers, stacked layer upon layer, so densely packed that even space to step was a luxury!

McCarron looked at the steel maze, fear overwhelming his joy: "This... this is harder than defusing a bomb!"

Every step must be taken with caution.

If he stumbled, the pile of boxes would crash down like dominoes, burying him alive.

——Maybe the shock wave of the nuclear explosion will kill him before he can be exposed?

"Is it too late for me to regret now?!" McAllen was in tears.

Outside the tent, bomb disposal site.

"Cut this blue line." Lao Hei's voice was unusually soft, like a kindergarten teacher instructing children.

Compared to the chaos on the other side, although there is a lot of pressure here, there is an incredible sense of calmness.

Joanna did as she was told, but her fingers inevitably trembled slightly - after all, this was not a scalpel, but a wire that affected the lives of billions of people.

The slightest carelessness can lead to irreversible consequences.

Lao Hei was concentrating on handling the cables in his hands while keeping an eye on Jonah's movements.

He saw the tension but said nothing.

For an ordinary person, this performance has far exceeded expectations.

This kind of pressure is not something that ordinary people can bear. It's like you are lying down and sleeping in your dormitory, and then the door is kicked open.

A group of men in black are blocking the doorway, holding guns and threatening you: "Come with me now to save the world. I want you to unify the Earth."

"Then... slowly unscrew this screw counterclockwise," he continued.

"I understand." Joanna took a deep breath and tried to calm her breathing.

After a brief silence, she couldn't help but speak: "Are you... okay?" Her voice was extremely gentle.

"Oh," Lao Hei laughed dryly without looking up, "same old as always."

These simple words contain thousands of words.

Snow mountain valley.

"Son of a bitch!" Baijiu's arms were brimming with veins, and he pulled the joystick back with all his strength!

The storm of bullets behind him showed no signs of abating, but became even more frantic.

Mojito's firepower density is like a cheat.

The helicopter of Baijiu is like a fallen leaf in a storm, making extreme "snake-skin movements" in the narrow snow valley!

With every thrilling roll and dive, the fuselage almost brushed past the steep snow-covered mountain walls on both sides.

He could even see the fresh tracks plowed on the snow slope by the flying bullets!

"You're running out of bullets, you bastard!" Baijiu grumbled furiously in his mind, "You're taking all these bullets on a helicopter, are you planning on going to the top of a mountain to fight a biohazard or something?!"

Although he cursed, he knew it in his heart - in just a dozen seconds, dozens of holes had been gouged in the fuselage!

The hissing sound of dense rain of bullets penetrating metal makes one's scalp tingle!

Mojito was not cheating, he was just reloading.

He was shocked to find three full boxes of spare ammunition belts piled up in the back seat!

The level of surprise is no less than when you are hungry and just want a bowl of rice, but three full buckets of KFC family buckets fall in front of you!

"It seems like the scales of fate are on my side." Mojito smiled and said, "This is fate, Baijiu."

At this moment, Mojito was like a Terminator equipped with unlimited firepower, unscrupulously pouring a metal storm towards the "elite monster" in front of him.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the Thunder Fighter I played with when I was a child.

Baijiu struggled to control the plane to pass through the ever-shrinking gap between the two snow-capped peaks.

The space is getting narrower and narrower, and the tolerance for error is almost zero.

Because the operating space is becoming more and more restricted, it’s like you are preparing to play a ranked game, but someone has tied your hands. How can you play?

"Oh my god..." Baijiu tried to rush out of the canyon, but just as he looked up -

"Dang dang dang!!" Countless bullets hit the top of the fuselage!

"What the hell!" Baijiu cursed.

At the same time, a shrill alarm in the cockpit blasted like a death knell! On the instrument panel, a series of glaring red warnings flashed madly.

The main gearbox is overheating! The oil pump is seriously faulty! The hydraulic pressure is completely lost!

"No! No! No! Hold on a little longer! Just a little longer!" Baijiu's eyes were red, and he twisted the deformed joystick frantically and desperately!

Vermouth left the tent and glanced at the two small houses scattered at the edge of the camp.

Her sight froze instantly, fixed on the building farthest away!

Because, in the shadow of the porch, stood a figure that she would recognize even if it turned into ashes.

Ryan.

He rested his hands casually on the wooden handrail, like a cold statue, calmly "appreciating" the scene in the camp: patients and doctors gathered together to chat and laugh, children chasing and playing on the grass in the distance, and the busy but peaceful local residents...

There was no trace of remorse on his face. Instead, in those gray eyes that had seen through the world, there was an almost inhuman coldness.

The vibrant life before his eyes was about to disappear, but it only made him look forward to the arrival of a new world even more, a cruel expectation.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something.

That cold gaze, like a precisely positioned radar, slowly and without any emotion turned towards me.

Across a distance of nearly a hundred meters, that gaze was like two invisible ice spikes, suddenly piercing into Vermouth's pupils!

"McAllen." Vermouth answered the call instantly, "I saw Ryan."

"What?!" McCarron, sweating profusely as he tried to pry open a box, was stunned when he heard this. "Ryan? Where is he?!"

"There is an independent hut on the edge of the camp." Vermouth stated simply.

"Okay! Wait for me! Wait until I get over there!" McAllen continued to unlock the door.

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line.

McAllen's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized that Vermouth was not waiting for him at all.

"Vermouth! Wait for me! Let's act together! Do you hear me?! Vermouth——!"

McCarron yelled into the headset, but the only response was the crackling busy tone.