Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 656: Vermouth Joins the Game

At this time, Rant was suspended above the fan, with a sharp arrow-shaped steel plate just microns away from his chest.

"I jumped anyway!" Rant roared, venting his fear.

Baijiu's heart was temporarily relieved: "You stay here first."

From behind, there was cheerful and festive folk music and a smell of curry, which made people's heads shake from side to side unconsciously.

In the middle of the hall, three dancers wearing distinctive costumes performed a dance for the guests.

Baijiu pressed down the glass in her hand: "I'm going to take a gamble."

"Don't hit me." He blinked and said playfully.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." After saying that, Vermouth unconsciously put her hands around his waist and hugged the white wine.

Then he covered Vermouth's cheek, and the two of them leaned their heads forward and kissed passionately, making a "sizzling" sound of saliva from time to time.

"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!" The butler just now brought a tray of mobile phones to Vermouth again. She felt a little unsatisfied.

She picked up the phone and said gently, "Hello?"

"Oh my god." The target was watching the two sweet people in the dark. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are such a sentimental little thing."

After hearing this, Baijiu left alone.

The target saw Baijiu leave and took the initiative to send an invitation with ulterior motives: "I want you to see my art collection."

Vermouth said coldly, "I've been waiting for you to say this."

The target's tone becomes cute: "Then you have to find me first~"

"The game begins!"

"I'm going upstairs." Baijiu stroked his hair back.

At the same time, behind him stood the policeman who had been looking for him, and he was wandering around aimlessly.

Staring at the fountain in front of him in a daze, he felt like an outsider wandering around the venue as he didn't speak the language.

He looked around, looking for any trace of liquor.

McAllen typed lines of code, then controlled the cart below, while Rant was wearing a metal suit made of special material.

Control him to move by using the suction force of the cart.

McCarron kindly reminded him: "Okay, now be careful, it might be a little hot in here."

"We have to take control of the satellite before Cobolt does."

On the coastal highway, black off-road vehicles lined up in a long line on the road, and Kobolt was sitting inside.

He looked ahead with ambition and an expression that showed he was determined to win.

Vermouth held the phone and listened to the prompts from the target: "Look to the left, look forward, and look behind you."

"Wow! Baby!" He said in a magnetic voice: "Your fickleness really fascinates me."

"Listen, I'm telling you, you and him are not suitable."

Baijiu stood on the second floor, overlooking the hall.

The target said meanly, "It's totally unsuitable. He looks cold and aloof, but I'm different."

"We Indian men are passionate as fire."

Baijiu listened impatiently and said to Belmode: "At eight o'clock, find him quickly. I want to beat him up."

"Fire!" The target suddenly raised his voice: "Like a fire!"

"Hello?" Baijiu covered his earphone: "The target is at eight o'clock."

"Hurry up and do it. I don't want to hear him nagging anymore."

The target was still lost in his own world, gushing, "The closer you get to me, the hotter you get."

On the other hand, Rand is in a worse situation.

"Ah!" His forehead made intimate contact with the hot ground.

"Ah, it hurts!" Lant cried for help: "Please move up."

McCarron was suddenly a little flustered, frantically controlling the equipment and moving it: "Got it, it's just a simple mistake!"

"Don't be nervous! Don't be nervous! Trust me!"

"Ah!" Rant howled in pain again, and this time his head collided with something above him.

"That's too much! That's too much! No, no!" Lant was even more nervous than before: "Don't do it, brother!"

"Yes...very good." His voice trembled a little: "Yes, it's enough to maintain the current level!"

Following the direction indicated by Baijiu, Vermouth came to the target's location and hid beside a cabinet filled with artworks.

She said in a teasing tone: "I see you!"

The target moved away from the side of the cabinet, smiled and looked into her eyes, deep love in his eyes.

Like a devoted and loyal man.

Vermouth went straight to the point, moving with enchanting steps: "I heard that you have the world's leading private collection."

"Of course." At this point, he couldn't help but straighten his chest: "At least I can guarantee that it is definitely private."

He stretched his hand forward, and this time, Vermouth took it.

Baijiu felt very unhappy, even though it was he who proposed the plan.

Lant opened the machine panel with his bare hands, and found five red square pieces of the same size embedded inside, stuck on the inner wall.

The high temperature below made his whole body feel hot, and sweat flowed down from his forehead.

He took out the card he had prepared in advance and placed it in the middle.

At this time, Baijiu's voice came from the headset: "What's going on? Saturn, what's the situation in the relay room now?"

"Everything is in place and working fine."

McCarron pressed enter, and the computer quickly scanned thousands of documents. He slapped the table and said, "I found the satellite!"

On the other side, Cobolt was also holding a box, ready to take the next step. He and Eris walked side by side into a building.

As soon as I entered the hall, the guard on duty greeted me warmly.

"How can I help you, gentlemen?"

Eris said nothing, with a stiff face, and took out a pistol from his pocket. Before he could react, "bang bang!" two silenced gunshots were heard.

It pierced the guard's heart and he lay straight on the ground.

Lant's entire body was already soaked, as if he was evaporating, with steam coming out of his body and heat wafting from his head.

As the temperature rises, the air becomes thinner.

He wiped his face and panted, "I need the access code now, everyone."

Vermouth followed her target to his private collection room. After entering the room, she consciously let go of his hand.

In the corridor, both sides are hung with famous paintings full of historical traces, which seem to be from the ancient Indian period.

He smiled greasyly and winked: "These are genuine products from Chhetarpur district."

"But Mitchell thinks." His hand unconsciously stroked her long hair: "Abdominal knowledge theory."

"But it contains our most secret desires."

As soon as his hand touched her back, Vermouth immediately turned around, twisted his wrist and kicked his toes.

Just at this moment, the servant pushed the door open.