Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 719: Brother, your fighting power is too strong

Baijiu stepped onto the hanging board and approached the bald man step by step, holding his tie tightly in his hand, staring at him fiercely.

On the other hand, McAllen also found something unusual.

The book-shaped computer began to flash violently, and McCullen sighed and hammered hard on the rear controller.

While he was hitting with his palm, a button on the control console in the control room automatically popped up, but the female director didn't pay attention to it.

He muttered to himself, "It seems that I really need to change the equipment."

Little did he know that Macallan's hammer brought great trouble to Baijiu, and the platform where he was standing slowly rose up.

If it weren’t for Baijiu’s strong core, an ordinary person would have fallen long ago.

In the control room, the male director took off his headphones and asked with his head tilted, "What happened?"

"I don't know, but I feel it's due to aging." The female director's voice was sweet, and his eyes automatically curved into crescent shapes.

The two put their headphones back on. The male director became shy and kept glancing at the female director. Her smile just now was so beautiful.

"Are there any grains of rice on my face?" asked the female director.

"No...no." His face instantly turned red and he lowered his head: "I just think you have beautiful eyes and smile."

"Thank you." The female director covered her mouth and laughed, "But you are quite cute when you are shy, just like my brother."

"Is...is there?" He touched his head.

The two of them exchanged glances, and the room became extremely ambiguous. Then, the door opened slightly, and a guard walked quietly into the room.

Those eerie eyes stared at the two of them.

On the high platform, there were four supporting ropes in front of Baijiu. He bent his legs slightly, held a rope in each hand, and pulled hard.

Like a trapeze artist, he stretched out his long legs and threw the bald man to the ground the moment he turned around.

"Bang!" The two men fell flat on the platform, and the headsets rubbed against the man's body, causing a sharp "squeaking" sound.

McCarron quickly took off his headset, his expression somewhat painful, "Oh my god...what the hell is going on..."

"Zizizi! Zizizi!" The sound of electric current can be heard from the earphones all the time.

However, Macallan quickly came to his senses: "White wine, white wine, can you hear me?"

"Liquor team leader?"

Macallan couldn't help but frowned: "Please reply, Baijiu."

The two men fell on the elevated platform. If they took half a step to the right or left, they would fall into the abyss, which was 20 meters away from the ground.

If you fall, it won't be as simple as just bruises.

But it's one piece here and one piece there.

Baijiu and the bald man wrestled and fought with each other, and four hands grabbed the guitar-made spear, and "bang!" the guitar case fell on top of the prop below.

Baijiu gradually took the dominant position, stood up slowly, and stared at the man with gritted teeth. The two of them stared at each other, and gradually their eyes became level.

"In terms of strength, you are slightly better than me." Baijiu tilted his head and smiled, then threw a sweeping left kick.

Unexpectedly, the man predicted it easily, and like a yak, he pushed forward towards Baijiu, with the barrel of the gun inserted into Baijiu's chest.

The man's face was flushed, his shoulders were pressed down, and the barrel of the gun was getting closer and closer to Baijiu's neck.

Suddenly, Baijiu saw a few irregular stripes on the man's pupils and quickly understood everything. It was the 'mini camera'.

Wear a special pupil piece to instantly broadcast the image in real time.

The image of a man automatically appeared in Baijiu's mind, a man wearing black glasses.

Sure enough he came.

Just as Baijiu expected, the man wearing black-framed glasses was sitting in the audience, looking at the mobile phone screen calmly.

Baijiu was immediately furious, thinking to himself: It was you who made me bear the charge of being an undercover agent.

In an instant, a powerful force surged into his arms.

He snatched back the piano-made rifle, "Bang!" The man clenched his fist and a small air flow passed by his ear.

With a "whoosh" sound, Baijiu tilted his head and used his wrist to block the man's attack, and the gun fell below with a "bang".

After a fierce fight, the two men stood up again.

Baijiu lowered his waist slightly, clenched his fists, and spread his legs forward and backward. He waved his hand, "How about a real man's fight?"

The man smiled and flexed his wrists to accept the declaration of war from the liquor.

Of course, Baijiu couldn't fight him in a one-on-one duel.

The battle just now made him understand one thing.

He was no match for the bald man by brute force. He was nearly 2.2 meters tall and his body was about the same size as Vodka.

After thinking calmly for a moment, Baijiu took small steps and raised his knees high, using all his strength while the man was still trying to get into position.

He kicked him in the chest, but Baijiu still underestimated the bald man's ability to withstand blows, and he staggered back a few steps.

Then he swung his arm and punched Baijiu in the abdomen.

"Ah!" The blood-stained saliva sprayed all over the man's face.

Baijiu tried to endure the pain, but the man gave him no chance at all. He threw a right hook. Baijiu turned sideways, but it turned out to be a trick.

The real blow was the man's left hook. In an instant, Baijiu felt dizzy and what he saw in front of him was not a man, but a gorilla.

"Hmm!" The man pressed on with his victory, his hand firmly grasping Baijiu's neck.

Lifting him high in the air, Baijiu gathered strength in his right fist and punched the man's arm hard.

Then his body spun quickly like lightning and did a side kick, but the man once again predicted Baijiu's move.

He wiped his nose with his thumb and smiled faintly: "That's it?"

Baijiu was thrown away by him, and his face hit the platform below directly. Although the distance was less than one meter, Baijiu clearly felt that the skeleton of his nose was broken.

"Bang!" Baijiu wiped the blood from the tip of his nose.

At this time, the first act of the performance in the venue ended.

The audience erupted in deafening applause.

The woman in the yellow dress pointed her camera at the Prime Minister.

"Ziz!" The computer in front of McAllen was completely destroyed and really turned into a book with only two pages.

"Why is it broken again?" He knocked hard on the back panel.

This hammer didn't matter. An inconspicuous button in the control room automatically bounced upwards and the shelf where the liquor was located automatically floated up.

He was originally planning to take a break, but he didn't expect to be forced to fight.

The bald man couldn't suppress his smile. He took out a sharp dagger from his waist, and the blade reflected light.

Baijiu grabbed his bangs with his hands and kept moving his body backwards.

There happened to be a curtain next to him. He leaned sideways at 45 degrees, pulled out the curtain and held it in front of him to block the man's sight.

"Whoosh!"

The blade pierced through the curtain, just millimeters away from Baijiu's face.

"I've been fooled." Baijiu smiled evilly.

His body dropped instantly, his hips pressed into the rack, and he quickly moved backwards, then he grabbed the blade and stabbed it into the man's chest.

"Ah!" he wailed.

"Fuck you!" The man hit the liquor with his head.

He suddenly felt dizzy. The man hammered Baijiu's chest with his right fist, then pulled out the blade in front of his chest and stabbed it towards Baijiu.

"Oh my god..." Baijiu grabbed the rope at the back to avoid it.

"Are you Superman?"