Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 804: The Raid on Liquor

In front, a rusty iron door was embedded in the stone wall.

Lao Hei took out the key and with a "click", the lock opened.

Baijiu held Ryan hostage and took the lead in slipping into the dark passage.

In the corridor, Mojito was pacing anxiously, constantly looking at his watch. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!" The sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairs below.

Macallan and Baijiu led the way in front. Lao Hei was a little clumsy and slow in climbing the stairs because of his huge body, so he was responsible for escorting Ryan from behind.

McCarron motioned for Mojito to follow, and the group quickly walked towards the end of the passage - a heavy garage door.

They were in a confined space, not big, but just big enough for a car.

Macallan and Mojito stood on the left and right, grabbed the pull ring on the door at the same time, and pulled it outwards with force!

"Wow--"

The heavy rolling door slowly rose.

At the same time, Baijiu quickly jumped into a car parked in the warehouse and turned the key——

The engine roared.

A blinding light suddenly flooded into the garage.

Baijiu suddenly looked up——

His sight met that of a female police officer standing outside the garage, holding a notebook.

She appeared to be preparing to record a parking violation.

The four people in the garage froze instantly.

As if the pause button had been pressed, he stood there blankly, his eyes meeting with the policewoman outside the door.

The policewoman stood alone under the classical stone colonnade. Her straight black police uniform was particularly eye-catching against the elegant light beige walls and exquisite carved window frames.

Neatly arranged stone pillars support the wooden structure at the top, and retro street lamps cast a dim glow.

Outside the corridor, green plants dot the quiet streets.

Suddenly, the intercom in her hand buzzed and clearly broadcast the latest wanted order:

"...Repeat, the wanted criminal's description is as follows: Asian male, approximately 190cm tall, short blond hair, wearing..."

The policewoman's eyes flickered between the cold description on the intercom and the face of the man in front of her who had just started the car and was pushing open the door.

Fear, like a cold poisonous snake, instantly crawled up her spine, turning her face pale and causing her to take a step back involuntarily.

Macallan immediately turned his head to look at Baijiu, his eyes sharp, waiting for instructions.

Baijiu closed the car door and slowly walked towards the policewoman who was retreating.

The policewoman was going through a fierce struggle in her heart. Finally, she suddenly pulled out her pistol, pointed the muzzle at the approaching Baijiu, and said in a voice with forced calmness: "Don't move! Stand still!"

Baijiu stopped and raised his hand calmly, indicating that she didn't need to panic.

He rolled his eyes slightly, glanced at Mojito and McAllen on both sides of the garage door, and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "You two, get in the car."

Seeing the two men begin to move, the policewoman mustered up the courage to shout, "Everyone, stop moving!"

McAllen paused and turned his head. Mojito caught sight of him and also stopped.

"Put your hands up! Everyone!" The policewoman's voice carried an unquestionable sense of justice, even though the muzzle of the gun was shaking slightly.

Baijiu does not want the situation to escalate, especially in the heart of Paris.

He remained restrained, speaking in a slightly awkward French, trying to soften his voice and patiently saying, "Please leave here. Please."

The policewoman seemed not to hear them. She locked her eyes with them, her finger on the trigger, and warned them again: "I repeat! Put your hands up!"

Mojito blinked, his heart so calm that he even felt that the serious confrontation before him was a little ridiculous.

He tried hard not to laugh.

"I told you to put your hands up!" The policewoman raised her voice with a hint of barely perceptible panic.

Mojito's patience finally ran out. He calmly reached into his back pocket and quietly grasped the handle of the pistol hidden there. If she said it again...

Baijiu was still making his last effort, his voice becoming gentler: "Ma'am, please don't do this. Leave here, please."

He said almost earnestly, "You have to leave."

The policewoman seemed genuinely touched by the earnest tone. A trance appeared in her eyes, and a figure flashed through her mind—her guide to joining the police force...

"boom!!!"

A deafening gunshot ripped through the air without warning!

The impact of the large-caliber bullet knocked the policewoman away and she fell next to the police car!

Baijiu turned his head suddenly! He saw four men in casual clothes holding weapons on the street on the left, with the muzzles of the guns pointed coldly at his head! The man in the lead spoke in a cold voice: "Zola wants to talk to you."

A trace of doubt flashed through Baijiu's mind - these faces looked very unfamiliar.

"Ugh...ah..." The policewoman curled up beside the police car, groaning in pain, her hands tightly covering the wound on her abdomen. Blood continued to flow out from between her fingers and drip onto the cold ground.

"What should we do with this guy?" asked a younger brother nearby.

"Silence him." The leading man said without hesitation.

A curly-haired man stepped forward, his gun pointed at the policewoman twitching in pain on the ground, his eyes cold.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger.

"boom!"

Baijiu moved as fast as lightning. He drew his gun in an instant and, without even aiming, shot the curly-haired man accurately in the abdomen.

Then, he spun his body slightly, his wrist steady as a rock.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The three gunshots were almost in a row.

The remaining three men were like being hit by an invisible hammer. Without even having time to scream, they fell to the ground in pain. After twitching a few times, they became completely motionless.

McCarron's pupils shrank slightly and he froze in place.

In just one breath, Baijiu had taken care of the three people like thunder.

Baijiu lowered his head, his eyes sweeping over the policewoman lying in a pool of blood, groaning in pain, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

The voice was very light, with a barely perceptible heaviness.

After saying that, he didn't stop, turned around and strode towards the garage, his tone decisive: "We have to go, there is no time."

Macallan, Blackie, and Mojito squeezed into the back seat.

Ryan was given "special care" and placed in the co-pilot seat, sitting side by side with Baijiu.

The vehicle started and slowly drove away from the scene filled with the smell of blood and drove into the quaint corridor.

The cobblestone streets were silent, with cars parked on both sides.

At this moment, a blurry black shadow on a motorcycle came speeding from behind like a ghost.

It was the mysterious female rider who had been following them.

The wheels rolled over the corpses on the ground mercilessly, without any pause, and disappeared into a cloud of dust.

The car fell into dead silence, and the air seemed to freeze.

There was only the low roar of the engine.

At the nearby intersection, a fleet of police cars roared past, the sirens blaring from near to far.

The target they were looking for was right there in this ordinary car, passing by them just a few feet away.

The female rider parked the motorcycle on a bridge.

She leaned against the intricately patterned wrought iron railing, looking down at the winding street below with a cold gaze.

Inside the car, three big men were huddled together in the back seat.

The small space is already suffocating, and the air conditioner cannot be adjusted to the maximum level.

The hot and humid air, filled with the smell of sweat, sticks to the skin and makes people feel irritated.

Mojito tried to break the unbearable silence and took the initiative to speak: "By the way, my name is Walker, just call me Mojito."

However, the sound was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, which caused ripples.

McCarron's pent-up dissatisfaction instantly found an outlet. He complained irritably: "Did you choose this crappy car? It's as packed as a sardine can."

Mojito opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, and the car fell into deeper silence again.

Baijiu curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the car turned around neatly at the next intersection.

On the bridge, the female rider stood motionless.

She calmly took the sniper rifle from the motorcycle and placed it firmly on the railing.

The butt of the gun rested against his shoulder, his cheek pressed against the cold gun body, his right eye slightly narrowed, and he locked onto the moving car on the street below through the scope.

Her breathing became steady, and her finger rested lightly on the cold trigger.

then--

"boom!"

A dull gunshot shattered the silence on the bridge.