Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 727 What do you mean, Vermouth?

"First of all, they don't want anyone to know." Baijiu looked at Macallan's confused expression and explained patiently.

"The Syndicate." Baijiu put his hands in his pockets: "I guess it should be composed of senior British government officials and some members of the organization."

"We worked together to form this." Baijiu said with a firm expression.

Vermouth nodded in agreement: "Through the undercover work over the past few days, I can clearly feel that Solomon is a very good talker."

"Maybe he used his words to deceive a group of 'believers'."

"I established this organization." Vermouth stood up from the sofa: "I am now undercover under him to gain his trust."

"And find out the identities of the members in the organization." Vermouth took out a human skin mask from a bag on the side, "This woman."

"Do you know why I can easily disguise her?" Vermouth looked at Baijiu: "Or ask it another way."

"Do you know why she chose not to kill you?"

Baijiu looked calm and asked, "Didn't that man disobey the order?"

Vermouth stared at Baijiu for a few seconds, while Macallan dared not breathe. He thought to himself: Is this judging Baijiu...

Suddenly, her cold expression softened a lot.

Vermouth said lightly: "That's good."

Baijiu was puzzled and scratched his forehead: "What..."

“It’s okay.” Vermouth put her hands behind her back and stood on tiptoe.

In fact, the woman let Baijiu go because she admired Baijiu very much. The story of Baijiu was widely circulated in various organizations.

When Vermouth came to the door, the woman understood everything instantly by looking at his tone and expression.

And, willing to pay any price to help liquor.

Because liquor is her idol.

Interrupting the recollection, Vermouth held the disguise mask in her hand and continued: "This woman is also an undercover agent."

"What I'm going to say next is all from her statement." Vermouth cleared her throat, "It's hard to tell whether the content is true or false."

"But..." The image of the woman's confident oath appeared in Vermouth's mind, and she felt that it was basically true.

"She has been lurking here for two years." Vermouth picked up the lipstick and held it in front of the white wine.

Imitating the woman's tone, she said, "This is the first time she is about to know their identity."

"Solomon has a ledger that contains all the information of his men and the terrorists he collaborated with."

"The entire inner workings of the Syndicate."

Vermouth continued, "One of his men stole the account book and tried to blackmail him."

"He hid the ledger in a computer safe."

"He was tortured to death but still didn't reveal the password, which made the man named Ryan very worried."

Baijiu understood what Belmode meant and continued the topic, "So the key to defeating Ryan is waiting in the computer for someone to get it?"

Vermouth nodded and smiled.

"Well...let me express my opinion." Macallan took a sip of coffee: "Why doesn't Ryan send someone to steal it out?"

"That's a good question." Vermouth turned around.

McAllen's eyes subconsciously looked at her long, white thighs. His face instantly turned red and he covered it with his hands.

"Sorry...sorry!" McAllen turned his back.

Vermouth waved her hands and smiled, "You're quite entertaining."

"Ryan sent someone." Vermouth pointed at himself and said, "Send me to get it."

In an instant, Vermouth's expression became extremely serious.

"The woman told me that it was impossible to steal it."

Hearing the five words "impossible to steal", Baijiu's interest was aroused. In his opinion, there was no unachievable task.

Baijiu took off his coat and draped it over Belmode's legs: "Otherwise, this guy wouldn't have come."

Vermouth looked at Macallan and said, "Turn around."

After that, she opened her laptop, placed it on the table, then turned on the TV screen and demonstrated to everyone.

A three-dimensional model appears on the screen.

Vermouth slid her watch to switch perspectives: "The safe is hidden."

"Under a power plant guarded by local troops."

"The only way to get the ledger is to download it from the central computer terminal there, and to reach the terminal you have to go through the gate."

"Through the elevator with fingerprint recognition, open three different combination locks."

"This should be easy." Seeing Vermouth cover her legs, MacLaren felt much more at ease.

Spreading his hands, he said confidently: "We just need to pretend to be the member who stole the account book in the first place."

He looked at Baijiu and then at Vermouth, as if hinting at something, but saw that the two did not react.

McCarron took the initiative and said, "I can just wear a mask."

He was eager to change his appearance.

Because he thought the moment he took off the mask was very handsome.

And every time it was his turn to disguise himself, something unexpected would happen.

Now the opportunity is in front of McCarron, he must seize it!

"Okay." Vermouth picked up a chassis-like device from below, which was commissioned by the organization's scientists to develop.

The super '3D modeling disguise' instrument is more convenient and easier to use than traditional disguise techniques.

It only took five seconds for a human skin mask to appear in front of them. Vermouth picked it up and said, "This thing really saves effort."

McAllen sat at the dressing table, took the disguise mask with joy on his face, put it on his head, and looked at himself in the mirror.

His hands stroked the left and right sides of his face, leaving no trace.

"MacAllan, MacAllan!" the liquor shouted.

"Huh!" McAllen shuddered with fear, his eyes widened, and he covered his chest with his hands: So it was all an illusion just now...?

Vermouth poured cold water on McCarron: "I'm sorry, even if you can pass all the security lines."

"You can't pass the last one either."

"Why?" McAllen was puzzled: "Do you not trust your disguise skills or do you not trust me as a person..."

"MacAllen." Baijiu glared at him and signaled him not to say anything more.

"Okay." McAllen was very obedient and covered his mouth neatly.

"Because they have a gait analysis system installed there, which is more advanced than facial recognition."

“These cameras know how a real agent walks.”

"How they would speak, how they would move, what kind of expressions they would have."

"Once an abnormality is found, the cameras on both sides of the upper part of the channel will be used for verification and identification."

"It will automatically switch to attack mode."

"Send an electric paralysis shock to stun the target."

"You won't be able to escape even if you want to."

"Huh!" McAllen let out a long breath and shook his head, interrupting his imagination. He didn't want to take such a big risk to change his appearance.

"That is to say..." McAllen stroked his chin.

"No mask can fool you."

"We will reveal our identities before we enter the vault."

"Then I will spend the rest of my life in a Moroccan prison..."

"So now we are stuck in a dead end...right?"