Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 734 Why Are You Chasing Vermouth?

Baijiu asked back: "What are you talking about."

Then he opened the car door and entered the driver's cabin. McLaren raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and murmured, "This time it will definitely be terrible..."

Before Macallan could even sit still, Baijiu started the car. "Buzz!" He put the car into reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator. "Bang!"

The rear end collided with the vehicle behind, but it was all intentional by Baijiu. He pulled up the joystick and turned the steering wheel to the left.

With a firm expression and looking straight ahead, he kept slapping his face with his hands to make himself sober and calm.

"Buzz! Buzz!! Buzz!!!"

The car accelerated and sped towards the path ahead. McAllen kept turning his head to look at Baijiu, ready to take over the steering wheel at any time.

Suddenly, just around the corner ahead, a woman in black leather clothing brushed past their vehicle, her helmet not completely covering it.

She blinked her deep, bright eyes and looked forward.

Baijiu reacted immediately: "I saw her!" Then he switched to reverse gear instantly, drifted diagonally, and turned the car around.

Vermouth noticed that Baijiu was following her, so she swung the car and turned through the Y-shaped fork.

She whispered, "I'm sorry."

Looking at Baijiu's face through the rearview mirror: "I can't let you take risks again... and... I have reasons to do this."

"Forgive me this time. Time will give the answer."

Vermouth passed the corner and ahead was a huge staircase with undulating terrain, which was difficult to reach due to the light weight of the vehicle.

She drove down easily, "squeak" Baijiu turned the steering wheel quickly, and the bodies of the two people in the car tilted to the left.

McCullen opened his mouth with a panicked expression, half stood up, holding the handrail beside him: "Stairs! Stairs!!"

"Team Leader Baijiu! Drive slowly! There are stairs ahead!"

As if the liquor had automatically blocked the way, he continued to drive the car as usual. He calmly half-turned the steering wheel and drove the car sideways down the stairs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The two of them seemed to be riding in bumper cars.

"Oh my God!" McAllen wailed to the sky.

After some trouble, Baijiu turned onto the main road, and the group of motorcyclists in black clothes behind him were also riding their motorcycles.

They tilted the front of the car up, took off with a bounce, and went straight to the bottom, greatly reducing the distance between them and the liquor.

Seeing that Baijiu was about to catch up with Vermouth, suddenly, she turned a corner again, "Screech!" Baijiu slammed on the brakes.

A strong feeling of pushing on my back came over me.

The road ahead is so narrow that the car cannot pass through at all.

"Why did he run so fast... Could there be some other hidden secret?" Baijiu held his chin and pondered: "Or is it something that is inconvenient to disclose...?"

"Or..." He listened to the roar of motorcycle engines coming from behind, "Is it a deliberate show for them..."

"No!" Baijiu shook his head: "Chase him first."

"Macallan." Baijiu's wrist moved quickly, and the tires kicked up a lot of sediment. "It's going to be exciting next."

"Exciting?" McAllen collapsed, covering his face.

"Okay, Baijiu, I believe you." McAllen closed his eyes.

As luck would have it, Brent and Blackie were in the lane next to where the liquor was, driving slowly.

Suddenly, a motorcycle passed around the corner ahead.

That person was Vermouth, but Brandt, the driver, didn't notice it. He turned around and yelled, "I'll ride you to death!"

"You are crazy for driving so fast! Why don't you just hit me to death!"

"Bang!" There was a loud noise suddenly coming from the front, and a white Bentley appeared out of nowhere in front of Lao Hei and Brent.

"Don't tell me it flew in from next door..." Brent said.

"Bang!" The vehicle in which Baijiu was located collided with their vehicle, "Buzz buzz buzz!" The engines of the two vehicles made noises.

They rolled down their car windows at the same time, and four pairs of eyes stared at each other. The atmosphere was quiet for five seconds.

Brent nodded slightly to Baijiu and greeted him. Baijiu nodded, raised his hand and said with a fake smile: "Hello."

Then, Baijiu started the car and accelerated forward.

"Wait, wait." McAllen asked in confusion: "Are you sure you want to chase her so desperately? She is Vermouth......"

MacAllen mistakenly thought that Baijiu had a hot head and a short circuit in his consciousness, and kept hinting at Baijiu to regain his sanity, but he just smiled faintly.

Baijiu stroked the tip of his nose with his thumb and glanced behind him through the rearview mirror: "Let's take advantage of their situation and deal with these little soldiers first."

"Our current goal is not to catch up with Belmode."

"Aren't we catching up with her..." McCarron didn't understand: "Then why are we following her now..."

"Found it." Brandt pointed his thumb backwards and was about to step on the accelerator when two motorcycles passed in front of them.

"Squeak!" Brent stepped on the brake subconsciously. They were like a black loach, shuttling quickly from the left. "Damn it!"

Brent knocked on the steering wheel, "Squeak!" The tires rubbed out some sparks, and the tire marks were very serious, and they spun on the spot.

The car turned around and said, "They are chasing at high speed."

"But you insisted on picking a four-wheel drive car, right?" Brent complained to Old Black.

"Don't blame me, you chose the car yourself." Lao Hei spread out his hands with an indifferent attitude.

"It was you who insisted!" Brandt said excitedly, his saliva spraying all over the window and his wrist turning the steering wheel quickly.

"Do you want me to drive?" Old Black sneered, his hand on his chest.

"I told you it would be better to change to a small car!" Brent stepped on the accelerator and kept muttering, "What's the benefit of an off-road vehicle?"

"Do you want me to drive?" Lao Hei repeated in a higher voice.

"I say the same thing! What's so good about off-road vehicles!" Brandt automatically blocked out Old Black, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time happened to burst out at this moment.

"This is a manual transmission!" The fat black man tapped the side of the joystick with his fingers: "Are you crazy?"

"Look at you driving so slowly, speed up! Stop shouting!" As the black man spoke, he broke out with his black talent, like rap.

Vermouth glanced at Baijiu who was chasing her closely from behind, frowned, and pulled down the glass in front of her helmet.

Blocking those eyes, she said secretly: Really....Why are you still chasing me? I have already hinted clearly.

Don't follow me, I have reasons why I have to act alone.

Or... could it be possible! ?

"Buzz!" A motorcycle flew quickly from Baijiu's left side, but its target was not Baijiu and McLaren.

Instead, it was Vermouth in front of him. The man raised his pistol, aimed at Vermouth's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!"