Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 806 You should have killed me then!

Baijiu slammed on the brakes! The strong inertia made it impossible for the vehicle to stop instantly.

Without any hesitation, Vermouth pointed the gun at Ryan's head and fired wildly.

“Bang bang bang bang—!”

All the bullets were swallowed by the bulletproof glass, and Ryan was unharmed.

However, because of this brief attack, Vermouth missed the best opportunity to dodge.

"boom--!"

The two cars collided head-on.

Vermouth was knocked flying, her body tumbling uncontrollably in the air, and she fell heavily to the ground.

Although the car was not going very fast, the pain from the severe impact made her curl up on the ground.

A trace of heartache flashed in Baijiu's eyes, and he turned to look at Vermouth who was rolling and struggling in the dust.

He shook his head violently and suppressed the urge to rush over to support her.

The mission, the mission must continue.

Anger and self-blame intertwined, he clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the steering wheel.

Why? Why did I lose focus for that moment? If I had stopped just a few seconds earlier...

"That woman just now... was Vermouth, right?" Ryan, who was always silent, spoke at this time, his tone calm, even with a hint of playfulness.

Baijiu was still angry and gnashed his teeth: "Shut up!"

"How interesting..." Ryan's tone wasn't sarcastic, but rather filled with admiration. "You guys...are really good at this."

(Ryan's inner thoughts: I didn't expect I was part of your play.)

Baijiu pursed his lips, deeply trapped in a vortex of self-blame.

Ryan continued, his voice low but clear: "Nice to see you again, Baijiu."

The quiet old street was in a mess.

Vermouth was kneeling, her hands on the ground, her face obscured by her helmet. Beside her was a fallen motorcycle, its parts scattered across the ground.

In the distance, the sound of sirens became increasingly shrill as they got closer.

She endured the severe pain, staggered to her feet, took off her helmet, revealing a pale but stubborn face.

Without bothering to check her injuries, she limped and struggled towards the nearest alley.

At the side intersection, an inconspicuous silver Honda was parked quietly.

The car window slowly lowered, revealing two people inside - Zola and a burly man with a thick beard.

Zola's eyes were fixed on Vermouth's disheveled back. He gently pushed the sunglasses on his nose with his fingertips, and an intriguing curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go," he said calmly. The car started silently and merged into the traffic.

A dark underground garage.

Only a few faint rays of light seeped in from the gaps above and the open-air entrance in the distance, barely outlining the outline.

The car driven by Baijiu, with its taillights on, sped through the empty garage like a ghost, stirring up dust that filled the beam of light. All around were dilapidated walls and rusted beams, the marks of time eroding the car mottled.

An abandoned car sat alone in a corner. In front, several tall figures stood silently, like statues—the long-awaited liquor team.

The vehicle did a tailspin and stopped precisely.

Mojito walked forward with heavy steps, roughly pulled open the back door, grabbed Ryan's collar like a chicken, and dragged him out roughly.

McAllen crossed his arms, looking down at the man in front of him, who looked disheveled but still had sharp eyes. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Look, who's still alive?"

Mojito pinned Ryan down on the seat and roughly untied the chain around his neck.

Lao Hei, already wearing white gloves, was intently fiddling with an open metal toolbox. He pulled out a specially crafted watch, gripping it firmly between two fingers. Turning to Baijiu, he said in a steady voice, "There's a microwave tracker in his neck."

"I understand." Baijiu took the watch with sharp eyes.

Lao Hei nodded, his tone full of absolute trust: "You know what to do."

"Come on, give me a hand." McAllen gestured to Mojito.

Mojito immediately clamped Ryan's shoulders with his big, iron-like hands.

McAllen lifted Ryan's collar, revealing his neck, and a slender syringe appeared in his hand.

McCarron leaned forward, his voice lowered to a whisper, with a hint of cruel mockery: "I assure you, it doesn't hurt at all..."

Before he finished speaking, the cold needle had already accurately pierced Ryan's neck!

"...I don't think so!" McAllen added viciously.

Baijiu took a deep breath and temporarily drove the image of Vermouth from his mind.

As a leader, he couldn't let his emotions get in the way. He pulled up a stool and sat down, his voice firm: "We have ninety seconds."

Lao Hei immediately picked up a signal detector, placed his hand firmly on Ryan's neck, and carefully searched for the hidden tracker.

Baijiu is responsible for the "dialogue" with Ryan - among this group of people, only his aura can truly intimidate the dangerous man in front of him.

The moment when Lao Hei tore off the shielding sticker on Ryan's neck.

"Ding." Baijiu pressed the timing button on his watch, and the ninety-second countdown began!

He looked directly into Ryan's bottomless eyes, his voice cold and indifferent: "You and your apostles all thought we would use you to exchange for the lost plutonium core."

Ryan met his gaze, there was no fear in his eyes, only a calmness that was almost indifferent, as if saying "Whatever you say."

Baijiu's voice suddenly rose, with an unquestionable determination: "Let me tell you - that's absolutely impossible!"

Ryan's upper lip twitched slightly, and he spoke in an emotionless, almost mechanical, cold tone: "You can choose whether to accept the mission."

His deep eyes locked onto Baijiu, and his tone revealed a strange sincerity: "I want to know, Baijiu... have you ever chosen to refuse?"

Baijiu glanced at his watch and saw that fifteen seconds had passed.

Ryan continued, his voice as cold as an icy stream: "Have you ever stopped to ask yourself... who gave you the order? Or... why?"

A strange smile appeared on his face: "Every day, the master you serve brings this world one step closer to destruction."

Baijiu remained silent. Ryan's words pierced reality like a needle, and he had no way to refute it.

Lao Hei interjected coldly, sarcastically: "It's strange for a terrorist to make such an accusation."

"Sixty seconds." Baijiu told the time in a hoarse voice, with no emotion in it.

Ryan followed Old Black's words and explained calmly, as if stating an objective fact: "Terrorists? They are just elementary school students who crave attention and try to manipulate public opinion through fear."

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming icy cold. "But I... don't care what people think or feel. In my experience... they forget quickly."

McCarron crossed his arms and sarcastically implied Ryan's numerous crimes: "Oh? I guess that's justification for blowing up factories and crashing civilian planes?"

He continued to vent his dissatisfaction: "You also strapped a bomb vest on me!"

Ryan, unashamed of his crimes, calmly responded, "Consider it... unfinished business, funny little bro."

"Lao Hei." Baijiu reminded.

"It's almost there." Lao Hei's voice remained steady.

Ryan's gaze focused on Baijiu again, with an almost fanatical paranoia: "You can see the ending as clearly as I do, Baijiu! Governments around the world have gone crazy! The Syndicate's goal is to destroy them bit by bit!"

"The Syndicate is a bunch of cowards who kill without blinking an eye!" McCarron retorted harshly.

"No!" Ryan's emotions instantly became excited, and his voice trembled with excitement: "The Syndicate is the last hope of human civilization! An opportunity to shatter the old world order! That hope..."

His voice suddenly deepened, filled with resentment. "It's broken! Because of you! And your pathetic morals!"

After a passionate speech, Ryan suddenly shook his head and laughed, his words full of provocation: "You should have killed me, Baijiu."

This sentence was like an ice pick piercing Baijiu's heart! The tone and intonation... were exactly the same as the voice that appeared repeatedly in his nightmares!

Ryan's expression suddenly became eerie and terrifying, his eyes like the abyss: "The ending you have always feared... is about to come!"

"It's coming!!" he roared, his voice echoing in the underground garage with a doomsday-like madness.