Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 628: Vermouth's Headshot

Chapter 628 Vermouth's Headshot

Familiar structure, familiar environment, familiar chair.

Is it possible that the dream is going to happen again?

Baijiu hadn't regained consciousness yet when suddenly, a fat man with a bald head grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it back.

The man held the potion in his hand and looked at Baijiu with a smile: "Good morning, code name Baijiu."

Then he pulled the trigger, injecting the needle directly into Baijiu's lips, and he felt a pain in his brain.

Immediately afterwards, a strong electric current surged into his body.

"Ah!!" Baijiu suddenly came to his senses and twitched in his chair.

Baijiu was breathing heavily, and Owen stood in front of him with a smug look on his face.

Vermouth was tied up all over, and she looked at Baijiu with tears in her eyes.

This completely coincides with the previous dream and corresponds to it.

Owen said calmly: "We placed explosives in your brain. Does it sound familiar?"

"Hmph!" The cold sound of gun loading echoed in the basement.

Owen pointed his gun at Baijiu and said, "Tell me, where is the rabbit's foot?"

Baijiu blew his nose, frowned, looked at him seriously, and shook his head slightly: "I've already given it to you..."

"I'll count to ten." Owen didn't appreciate it and said the same dialogue as in the dream: "Either you tell me where the rabbit's foot is."

"Or watch her die." Owen half-turned his body, pointing the gun at Vermouth beside him: "I'm not afraid of that adult at all."

Owen sneered and then pursed his lips.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and there was a "bang!" sound.

The bullet instantly penetrated Vermouth's foot. Owen showed a sick smile and yelled, "Do you think I'm kidding you?"

"Stop! You damn bastard!" Baijiu struggled to break free from the shackles.

"You think I'm kidding you? You think I can't do it?"

"where!"

"Look at me!" Owen's eyes widened, and he pointed his gun at Vermouth beside him: "Where on earth is she?"

"seven!"

"I'm going to kill you!" Baijiu gnashed his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "I swear to God! I must kill you!"

"Eight!"

"No...don't!" When Baijiu heard the number getting closer, his mood became rational and calm. He was annoyed by his own incompetence.

"Please, don't do this, let her go."

Baijiu said calmly and sincerely: "I promise you, I promise, no matter what you want, I will..."

"Nine."

Baijiu's lower lip trembled involuntarily: "Listen to me..."

"I'm willing to help you with anything you want."

Baijiu remained calm. Currently, words were the only way to break the impasse.

Baijiu looked at him sincerely: "But you have to make the right choice, you know what to do."

"Please." Baijiu's eyes were sparkling with tears and his eyes were a little red. He shook his head slightly: "Don't..."

Two tears slid down from the corners of Baijiu's eyes, and he pleaded with Owen again: "No, please."

Owen's mouth corners raised, lips slightly parted: "Ten!"

"Bang!" Owen pulled the trigger, and Vermouth's head was the same as what he saw in his dream, with brains scattered all over the ground and blood staining the floor red.

Baijiu stood there in a daze, his eyes becoming empty.

His expression became stiff and his heart seemed to have stopped beating, just like Vermouth's.

The Mediterranean man picked up the black briefcase beside him and whispered, "I have pushed him to the limit. He really didn't lie."

"I understand." A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I have questions for him now."

A familiar face appeared in front of Baijiu. This person was the cooperative informant introduced by Gin, Pete.

He sat directly opposite Baijiu with his arms crossed over his chest.

He pursed his lips, looked at the liquor, and thought about words in his mind, how to communicate with the liquor.

"It's a long story." Pete got straight to the point.

The tears of white wine kept flowing down.

Pete said in a low voice: "That small can can't be opened casually, so we have to make sure that what you brought is the real thing."

"Rabbit's foot."

"Now we know." Pete raised an eyebrow.

"What are you going to do?" Baijiu asked coldly.

Pete pulled out a small knife from his pocket, grabbed Vermouth's long hair, and with a "rip!" sound, the face outside was damaged.

"How dare you touch her!"

The people inside showed dark and yellow skin, and looked like people from Latin America, which made Baijiu a little confused.

"This is Owen's translator." Pete smiled faintly and wiped the blood from his palms: "His security director."

"But I won't allow people like Bra and Gin."

"My hard work has been destroyed!"

"I took action, Baijiu." Pete became more and more proud: "I represent the real power organization in Japan."

"Whether it's the military or the Metropolitan Police Department, I've had enough of Brajiu's saintly attitude."

"As the executive director of the Black Organization," Pete gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "I am only responsible for approving this every day!"

"Approve that!"

"What can you do if you catch Owen for him?"

Pete spread his hands and continued, "Including Gin, I also reported it anonymously."

"In fact, he doesn't need to be punished for so long."

"I did everything!" Pete laughed.

"Owen is just a weed. If you pull him out, there will be more weeds like him growing back the next day."

"Arrest him, what's the point?"

"There are endless undercover agents in the organization because of its size."

"You used him." Owen lowered his voice and spoke slowly: "If we collude, everyone can get what they want."

"In another 18 hours, the rabbit's foot will be delivered to the buyer in the Middle East, the Viper Organization."

"You should have heard something about it."

"We will also have reliable intelligence to confirm this, and the US Security Council, far away on the other side of the strait, will receive a report in 24 hours."

Peter looked happier: "Within a week, we will be able to launch a military strike, once everything is settled."

"Japan can perform a good show." Pete couldn't suppress the smile on his face, and the corners of his eyes curved into crescent shapes.

"Unite with the United States to carry out post-war cleanup and infrastructure construction. Long live democracy."

"Everything I do," Pete said, straightening himself up, "is for the organization! For this country!"

"I have more foresight than all of you!"

"What's in Margaret's message?" Pete asked.

"As long as you tell me, Vermouth can leave."

"This is the only move you have left."