Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 645 Your Equipment is Too Unreliable

McCarron smiled with relief.

Baijiu touched the glass and looked at the clouds outside: "Go through the ventilation duct."

"There's a pressure alarm and not enough time." McAllen lowered his head and whispered.

"Then take the elevator shaft."

McCarron still retorted: "There are infrared detectors."

Lant added: "Not enough time either."

Baijiu looked up and sighed: "What should I do about this?"

"Bang!" A glove stuck to the glass window.

Then, McAllen took out a glass cutter, and shot out a reddish-brown laser from the muzzle, cutting along the gap.

"Damn it." Sparks flashed from time to time and scattered everywhere.

Then, Rand placed the suction cup right in the middle.

With a "bang", the large piece of glass was sucked out.

"Oh my god." McCarron glanced down, his hands trembling slightly: "This is really high..."

McAllen handed Baijiu the windproof glasses and gave him another pair of sticky gloves.

Give instructions: "Okay, remember, rolling your hand will eliminate the suction. If the light is blue, it means it is sucked."

McCarron repeated, "It's easy to remember, right? Blue means it attracts."

Baijiu asked jokingly, "What if it's red?"

"Is it a done deal?"

"Smart!" McAllen clapped his hands and winked at him.

"Then, this is a cutting machine." He then took out a small black block from his pocket: "And a server interface."

"Put these two in the back, one, two."

Lant, who had been silent for a long time, said, "Team Leader Baijiu, the hotel server is upstairs on the eleventh floor, seven more rooms horizontally."

"Got it?" Lant picked up the intercom: "Communication check."

"Hmm..." Baijiu adjusted the headset: "Got it."

"So..." McAllen and Rant stared at each other, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Rand broke the tense atmosphere: "There are still 26 minutes until the meeting."

"Yeah." Baijiu couldn't help feeling a little nervous. After all, he was alone in the air, and these two people didn't look very reliable.

Baijiu took heavy steps and slowly stood in front of the glass.

The strong wind blew his hair. He leaned on the wall and looked at the dense city in the distance.

Facing the endless desert, Baijiu took a deep breath and looked around, gradually adapting to the altitude.

Half-sideways, he placed the tip of his shoe on the tiny protruding gap outside and fixed his left hand on the glass, testing the adhesion.

Baijiu gritted his teeth, and used his abdomen to move his body upwards, stepping on the glass, moving upwards step by step.

McAllen couldn't help but worry for him, biting his fingers and not daring to look down.

He admired Baijiu from the bottom of his heart. He was a real man because he had no fear of heights and was not intimidated at such a high altitude.

Lanter patted his shoulder and said, "Let's not sit idle."

After that, the two returned to their seats and started working.

"There are still 25 minutes until the meeting," McCarron reminded.

Baijiu first moved his left and right hands upwards in turn, and then moved his legs, and so on, continuing the cycle.

Moving upwards slowly and orderly, he gradually found a pattern and increased his speed and frequency while ensuring safety.

Lant scratched his face and looked out the window. Suddenly, his expression froze.

"What the hell is this?"

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Baijiu also heard something unusual and observed the back through the reflection of the glass: "Misfortunes never come alone."

Lant put his hands on his hips and said, "What the hell is that? It looks scary."

McCarron held the water glass and took a sip: "Sandstorm."

"Don't worry, Baijiu." McAllen reassured him, "It's still far from here, so it's not a problem yet."

Baijiu didn't say anything. He sped up compared to before. Although Macallan said it was okay, Baijiu was outside after all.

He could best feel when the dust was heading towards here.

"Hmph!" The door was pushed open and the two of them turned around at the same time.

Vermouth held the plastic bag containing the clothes, looked around, and asked, "Where is the liquor man?"

McAllen pursed his lips, stretched out a finger, and pointed upward.

Vermouth was stunned for a moment: "You are not kidding."

Outside, as the altitude increased, the resistance of the strong wind became stronger and stronger. He gradually slowed down and took each step with great effort.

Suddenly, Baijiu was unable to raise his right hand, as if there was a problem with the suction force. Then, a "Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" alarm sounded.

The status indicator in the middle of the glove turned red, and half of his body drooped instantly. He raised it up again to absorb it.

Unexpectedly, the status turned red again.

Baijiu understood immediately. After silently cursing Macallan dozens of times in his heart, he immediately made a judgment.

He held his right glove in his mouth and decided to climb with his bare hands.

In this way, relying on his excellent physical fitness and amazing balance, he came to the server floor.

He took out a cutter from his waist and slowly cut in the middle. Suddenly, there was a "sizzle" sound and sparks flew.

The sudden sparks flew everywhere, causing Baijiu, who was caught off guard, to lose his balance instantly and fall backwards.

In an instant, he fell vertically downwards. At the critical moment, he remained calm and raised his left arm while landing.

Fixed on the glass surface, "Bang!" His body hit the glass violently and he swayed in the air.

His heart was pounding. If he was a second late or reacted slower, he would miss the best opportunity to save himself.

Being buried directly in a foreign country and falling from such a height would probably inevitably lead to being smashed to pieces.

"There are 22 minutes left until the meeting."

Baijiu expressed his strong dissatisfaction and adjusted his breathing: "Your countdown is useless!"

"I was just reciting it." Lant didn't hear anything unusual.

But Vermouth felt a tremor in her heart and asked hurriedly: "Are you okay, Yiyu?"

"It's okay." Baijiu easily returned to his previous position.

In the middle there was a circle drawn with a cutter. He didn't trust the instrument and didn't dare to try the risky thing again.

He took a half step upwards and kicked the area hard with both feet.

After that, he used his knee to strike and collide, and gradually, that area began to crack slightly.

Baijiu fixed himself with one hand, leaned his body backward, and then kicked hard with both feet, using inertia to collide.

"Bang!" With the last blow, all the glass shattered with a loud noise, and he flew into the room.

He cleaned the glass debris off his body: "I'm going in."

"Great." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief: "The liquor is now halfway done."