Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 710 Confession

Winery branch, San Francisco, USA.

In a dark room.

Four men in suits were sitting inside.

There was a row of men in black sitting in the front. Judging from their aura and demeanor, they should be senior members of the winery's American branch.

"Mr. Minister, the unfortunate experience of the liquor team reminded me of the time when I was lurking in the CIA."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a crew cut.

"You don't know until you ask. Once you ask, you'll be shocked. I didn't expect that there would be another Russian nuclear warhead recently."

The man to his left corrected him, "It's a disarmed Russian nuclear warhead."

He was picking at his nails with a calm expression. The reason for this was that he was the one who had personally witnessed the last operation, Brent.

The man with the crew cut continued his topic: "A Russian nuclear warhead."

"The warhead that was guaranteed safe by the winery." Brent raised his eyelids, "No."

"It should be the nuclear warhead that was kept safe by the liquor team."

"It struck the Transamerica Pyramid before crashing into San Francisco Bay."

Brandt half-jokingly said: "This can be considered as saving the atmosphere in the West."

The guy with the airplane head ignored him and straightened his back. “All this happened because of a member of the winery!”

At this point he stood up from his seat excitedly, drooling all over the table, "Voluntarily providing the launch codes to a known terrorist, am I right?"

He turned around and looked at Brent beside him with dissatisfaction.

Everyone present looked towards him.

Brent had a calm and emotionless expression, as if he was just doing business.

"Without the minister's approval, I cannot confirm or deny any details of the operation."

The pilot continued: "As far as I know, in the same week."

"The liquor team even sneaked into the Kremlin. Are you surprised? Do you think I'm kidding?"

“This is completely exposing the organization’s actions!”

"Is it true?" Everyone started talking about it.

“This group is just crazy.”

"Come, let me show you the pictures." The man in the airplane head snapped his fingers, and the projector projected the pictures onto the flat wall in the distance.

“This is the old Kremlin.”

The scene was peaceful, and he switched to the big screen.

“And then, this is what comes after.”

Brent stared at the photo that looked like hell on earth, but he still felt proud and frowned. "I can neither confirm nor deny any details of the operation."

"Without the minister's approval!" The pilot knocked on the table seriously, "What do you want to do? Do you want to work alone?"

"Yes, I know." The man with the airplane head suppressed his anger. "I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now. That is to say, before the top leaders of the organization appoint a new minister."

"You won't say anything." The guy with the airplane head said sarcastically, pulling up a chair next to him and sitting down. "Am I right, Brent?"

"Okay." Brent's mood did not improve: "I don't make the rules."

"Mr. Hunter." He raised his voice when he said these four words.

"Senior members, have you seen this?" The man with the airplane head spread out his hands. "This is the so-called liquor group. Not only are they reckless, but their ideas are outdated."

"This is a huge step backwards!" Jiji said, gritting his teeth. "It's a throwback to an era without transparency and regulation."

"Minister Hunter," Brant said, "it's time."

Feijitou was selectively deaf, "We must disband the liquor group!"

"Minister Hunter."

“And transfer salvageable assets to the U.S. winery headquarters.”

"Mr. Hunter," Brent said slowly, "the liquor team has been operating without supervision for nearly two months."

Brant spoke faster, "Minister, aren't we doing things in a traditional way?"

"Minister, are our results not perfect?"

"That's right. I admit it."

"But if we didn't have the liquor team, then -"

"The disappearance of the liquor group will at least bring order and stability!" The airplane head changed the subject, "If there is no liquor group!"

"What would happen if there was no liquor group?!" Brent stood up and spit all over the table.

Seeing that the situation was getting increasingly out of control, the senior executive picked up a hammer beside him and hit the table.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The meeting room suddenly fell silent.

A man with long white hair cleared his throat and said, "As senior executives of the North American branch, we recognize the contribution of the liquor team to the security of the organization."

"But," he raised his voice, "the incident cited by Mr. Hunter, the Director of North American Operations, also exposed an important problem."

"That's the liquor group, acting in an unpredictable way and completely ignoring the organization's bottom line agreement, in my opinion."

The man looked at Brant, "Your special way of doing things is sometimes hard to understand. The results of your missions, whether perfect or not."

"From my perspective as an outsider, it makes people suspect that it is a gamble of luck."

"But unfortunately." The man sneered twice, "I'm afraid today is the day when the Baijiu team's luck runs out."

"Our North American branch also has the final say on the formation or disbanding of groups."

"Do you think this is the end?" The man's smile became more and more weird. "I plan to deprive everyone in your group of their right to act!"

Hearing this, Brandt took a deep breath, took out his cell phone and prepared to contact Vermouth.

In a dark basement.

Baijiu coughed uncontrollably. He quickly opened his eyes and looked around. His upper body was naked, his wrists were handcuffed, and he was fixed to an iron pillar.

He tried to move his feet, but as expected, an accident happened. His ankles were also locked with chains, and the right door opened slightly with a "creak".

A man and a woman came over, the woman holding a tray of surgical instruments.

Unknown reagents and syringes were neatly placed on one side. He half-closed his eyes, and a key chain was placed not far away.

The woman put down three syringes.

Revealing an intriguing smile.

Subsequently.

She took off her two high heels and placed them on the top of the table.

He rolled up his sleeves and walked slowly towards him.