Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"I don't think so." Lao Hei retorted. He chose to trust Baijiu: "But sometimes Baijiu can see the only way out."

The main reason is that he has the longest experience with liquor.

"Who doesn't say nice things?" Brent was very realistic and prepared for the worst. "Don't you think we are sometimes too idealistic?"

"If he is wrong, the Vienna incident will happen again!!!" Brandt's tone was very excited, and the atmosphere fell into an unprecedented silence.

Baijiu hurriedly stood up, walked towards Brent, and patiently explained: "No, you don't understand him. If he wants to accomplish something, no one can stop him in advance."

Brent did not suppress his anxiety: "That's why we have to remind the British government, can you please think long-term?"

Brent still maintains his own opinion and has no intention of backing down.

Seeing that he had no intention of restraining himself, Baijiu, who was always good-tempered, could no longer tolerate it and shouted angrily: "Have you ever thought about it yourself?"

"Maybe this is his purpose?"

"Are you crazy?" Brent felt a little ridiculous. He spread his hands and said, "Let me repeat, we are reminding the British government now."

"Impossible!" Baijiu's eyes widened, and the pores on his face dilated: "We have to do it before he kidnaps the Prime Minister."

"Find him and catch him!" Baijiu's tone returned to calm.

McAllen stood next to Lao Hei, watching the two men's expressions carefully, not daring to breathe, and the scene fell into silence.

He was about to say something when Lao Hei pinched his arm with two fingers and blinked his eyes hard to signal him to shut up.

Brent wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, put his phone back into his pocket, and his tone finally returned to calm and composed.

"Okay." Brent thought for a moment, made up his mind, and looked at Baijiu firmly: "Okay, Baijiu, we have to find Ryan."

"But!" Brent raised his voice. "But please tell me, what are we going to do?"

Baijiu remained silent, he had no idea at this moment.

"Ding ding! Ding ding!" The tablet computer on the table sounded an alarm.

Lao Hei lowered his head and looked at the screen, only to see Vermouth appear on the streets of London, England, and everyone suddenly realized what had happened.

They actually forgot about Vermouth.

In a cemetery in London, England.

Vermouth walked quickly in the cemetery with one hand in her pocket, walking straight along the mossy path. In front of her was a black Land Rover parked on the side of the road.

Two tall and burly men walked out of the car. They were the bald man who was in the basement at the beginning. He walked towards Vermouth with a folder under his arm.

Vermouth handed the USB drive to him consciously. The bald man took it and hooked his right little finger. Vermouth tilted her head and smiled.

She pulled out the black cylindrical device from her arms and handed it to the bald man's other hand, then Vermouth looked towards the co-pilot seat.

There stood a tall man, it was Ryan.

He tilted his head slightly, wearing a dark purple windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, "It's all written off."

As he spoke, he walked towards Vermouth.

"Isn't that an account book?" asked Vermouth.

"Didn't you check it beforehand?" Ryan seemed to have expected it.

"Of course I have read it." Vermouth was straightforward and said, "But the file is encrypted."

On the other side, his bodyguard took a laptop from the car and inserted the USB flash drive into the port.

Ryan put his hands behind his back: "Why would I lie to you?"

"Then I can cheat for the liquor," said Vermouth.

"He wouldn't have stolen it if he knew what it was." Ryan lowered his voice.

"You won't help him either." Ryan's words implied something about Vermouth.

However, Ryan's psychological offensive had no effect on Vermouth, and she remained calm and composed.

It was impossible to get any information from the expression on her face.

"What's inside the disk?" asked Vermouth.

"If you are honest with me, I will naturally be honest with you." Ryan responded.

Vermouth remained silent, and Ryan continued, "We all know why you came back, don't we?"

"You are still alive now because I believe in your potential, but I can tell you responsibly that I am running out of patience."

"Why do you keep resisting?" Ryan asked.

"To be honest, you are a terrorist," said Vermouth.

"If that's true, my goal is to spread fear," Ryan replied, "but——"

Ambition flashed in his eyes: "But my methods will be more precise."

"More accurate." Vermouth narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are now killing innocent people indiscriminately."

"That's just in the eyes of ordinary people like you." Ryan did not feel guilty or ashamed, but instead his tone was full of pride: "I am not."

"I have killed countless innocent people to help my government."

He said everything calmly. Ryan already had his own insights and answers about the world.

"Previous killings were to maintain order."

“And now it’s about changing the situation.”

Vermouth sneered and said with disdain: "I think Baijiu will definitely not agree with your point of view."

“Haha.” Ryan shook his head slightly: “In my opinion, Baijiu is just a gambler. On the day when he gambled away all his luck.”

"Thousands of innocent people will be implicated." Ryan said calmly: "Who among us will become the villain then?"

While the two were talking, the bald bodyguard came over with a USB flash drive in his hand and looked at Ryan: "There's nothing here, it's empty."

Ryan was instantly filled with rage. He took out his pistol, pointed the muzzle at Vermouth's temple, and glared at her angrily.

The heavy breath spread into her face: "I'm curious, who do you want to blame for what happens next."

There was no fear on Vermouth's face. Her deep eyes stared at Ryan, and the two of them were silent.

At noon, inside the London airport, Vermouth was walking among the crowd in a black deep V windbreaker. In the vast crowd, her first sight was fixed on the white wine mixed in the crowd.

They both stopped at the same time, looking into each other's eyes.

They smiled, and then Vermouth looked at the milk tea shop behind her. Macallan was holding two cups of coffee, waving his hands and smiling at her.

She looked towards the trash can on the left again, and saw Brandt wearing sunglasses, holding a newspaper, and also smiling at Vermouth.

Then, Vermouth turned half sideways and looked to the right. Lao Hei was standing in the telephone booth, holding the phone, leaning against the glass, looking at Vermouth.

Since then, the liquor group has reunited again.