Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 819 Met the Ex

Old Black stared at the wasteland passing by outside the car window and said in a low voice: "Ryan must have discovered the signal transmitter we installed."

"Where was he last seen?" Baijiu asked immediately.

"Northeast, about thirty miles." Lao Hei pointed to the map.

"That's where he wants to lead us." Baijiu quickly concluded, "What place is that?"

"Nubra Valley." Lao Hei zoomed in on the map on his tablet and took a closer look. "There's only one target: the Overseas Humanitarian Aid Medical Camp."

As he spoke, he handed the tablet to Vermouth. She smoothed back her wind-torn hair, her brow furrowed. "Why would Ryan attack a medical battalion?"

Baijiu was silent for a moment, then uttered two words: "Smallpox."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him. Vermouth leaned forward, incredulous. "What?"

"You heard right, it's smallpox." Baijiu stepped on the accelerator, his eyes fixed on the winding mountain road ahead. "The Apostolic Organization once caused a smallpox epidemic in Kashmir."

"He must have a purpose for targeting that camp." Old Black fell into deep thought, "But what is that purpose?"

"Oh my God..." Vermouth looked at the tablet and suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Baijiu keenly noticed her abnormality.

Vermouth's slender, jade-like fingers slid across the screen: "The upper reaches of the Nubra River are the Siachen Glacier. If a nuclear bomb were detonated there..."

She bit her lower lip subconsciously. "...It will pollute the entire source of glacial meltwater, and the world's largest natural irrigation system will be exposed to radiation."

Sliding his finger eastward: "From the Chinese border to the Indus River and the rivers of Pakistan... everything will be polluted."

When "China" was mentioned, Baijiu's heart suddenly tightened. He had never expected Ryan to be so crazy.

"They are going to starve one-third of the world's population to death." Belmode said in a heavy tone, looking at Baijiu with a sharp gaze, "This is already..."

"The greater the disaster, the longer the peace." Baijiu took over the conversation with extraordinary calmness, looking deeply at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, his voice as steady as if he was repeating an ancient proverb.

"I still don't understand," Vermouth shook her head, "Why does Ryan insist on having that medical camp?"

"The goal itself is not the point." Baijiu interrupted her doubts and made a quick decision, "The most urgent task is to find a way to dismantle those two Death Hearts."

"Um..." McAllen in the back seat suddenly raised his hand, his voice uncertain, "I think... I found something."

The car suddenly fell silent, all eyes focused on him. McCarron suddenly felt the pressure mount, and his voice softened slightly, "Maybe... maybe..."

He placed the tablet between the front seats, making sure everyone could see it clearly. "Look here, there seems to be a backdoor in the bomb's operating system. The remote detonator relies on this detonation button—"

He pointed to a circular device the size of a lipstick on the diagram.

"Removing this key could theoretically short-circuit the entire failsafe system!"

"...and then we can safely de-fuse both bombs." McAllen spoke quickly.

"So..." Baijiu deduced quickly in his mind, "One of us must get the detonator and successfully remove the 'key'. At the same time-"

"At the same time, the others will cut the fuses of the two bombs separately. It's simple and direct." Lao Hei immediately interjected, as if he felt a glimmer of hope.

"But!" McAllen quickly raised his voice, interrupting Old Black's optimism, his brows knitted into a "川" shape. "But if this method wants to succeed, there is a fatal prerequisite!"

"What is it?" Baijiu turned his head slightly, he hated being kept in suspense the most.

Macallan took a deep breath and carefully observed Baijiu's expression: "We must...we must wait until the explosion countdown starts before we can remove the key and then cut the fuse immediately."

"But the key lies in the extreme operating time window between 'after' and 'immediately afterwards'..." His voice was obviously difficult.

“Wait…” Vermouth pinched her brows, trying to sort out this tightrope-walking logic. “Let me get this straight. Our only chance to safely dismantle the two bombs is to let the countdown to destruction… start running first?”

McCarron nodded heavily: "Then pull out the 'key' before it returns to zero!"

Vermouth's gaze shifted from McAllen to Old Black, confirming that there was nothing more to add, and finally settled on the endless wasteland outside the car window.

"Okay." She let out a long breath, which was a mixture of helplessness and determination to accept her fate.

A dark little house.

Ryan skillfully opened the metal briefcase on the table, and a plutonium core with a cold metallic luster lay quietly inside.

He held it up carefully as if it were a rare treasure, and placed it precisely into the core cavity of the nearly one-meter-long nuclear device.

The actual size of this thing is far beyond imagination, like a motorcycle engine half embedded in the skeleton.

"Click!" The heavy hatch closed tightly, sealing the deadly plutonium core tightly.

Ryan took a half step to the left, tapped the keyboard with his thumb, entered a nine-digit password, then firmly grasped the eye-catching red knob at the bottom of the device and turned it decisively to the right.

"The two nuclear devices have been synchronized with the main detonator." He picked up the remote control the size of a walkie-talkie and showed it to Mojito.

The time displayed on the screen was 15:00, and a countdown began: "Fifteen minutes, enough time for you to retreat to the minimum safe distance."

"My long exile," Ryan looked at Mojito calmly, with a sense of peace at the end of a mission, "will end here."

On the winding road, the jeep kicked up a cloud of dust.

In the distant valley, the outline of a temporary camp gradually became clear.

The roadside is filled with white medical vehicles painted with the Red Cross logo, and people in white coats or local costumes are busy walking around, carrying boxes of supplies or medical equipment on their shoulders.

Baijiu suddenly turned the steering wheel and the car stopped at the edge of the camp.

The four of them got out of the car quickly.

McCarron immediately raised the detector in his hand, and the screen flashed red: "Damn it! The radiation signals here are jumping all over the place!"

"As expected," Lao Hei quickly glanced around. "In the medical camp, there are X-ray machines, CT scanners...radiation sources everywhere."

"This is like looking for a needle in a haystack..." Vermouth whispered, leaning close behind Baijiu.

"Separately screen and eliminate them one by one." Baijiu said without hesitation, "Keep in touch."

After the order was given, the three of them immediately dispersed, holding detectors and walking quickly towards different tent areas.

Baijiu headed straight for the nearest tent labeled "Administration/Operating Room."

As soon as the door curtain was opened, a strange female voice sounded with a hint of hesitation:

"You are... Baijiu?"

Baijiu turned around suddenly.

In the shadow of the tent, a woman with long hair and fair skin was looking at him.

She was wearing a coat with the words "Overseas Humanitarian Aid" printed on it, and the breeze blew her hair.

Baijiu was stunned.

He recognized this face - it was Lao Hei's wife, Joanna.

A huge doubt instantly gripped him: How could she be here? He had clearly personally placed her in faraway Northern Europe!

"Joanna?!" A cry of surprise came from behind.

It was Lao Hei! His slightly bulky body burst out with incredible speed at this moment, and he rushed to the door panting.

"Joanna!" another voice sounded.

A sturdy man with a sunny smile appeared beside Qiao Na, and his eyes naturally met Lao Hei and Baijiu.

The surprised smile that suddenly appeared on Lao Hei's face suddenly froze.

The man, still smiling brightly, greeted them warmly: "Hi! Hello!"