Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Turn left! Then turn right and go up the bridge on the left." In the earpiece, "McCarlan's" voice continued to mechanically repeat the instructions.

"Baijiu! Hello?!" The real McCallen was so anxious in the safe house that she almost jumped up, wishing she could crawl into the network cable, instantly teleport to Baijiu's side, and tell him the cruel truth in person.

"That's not me! Can you hear me?!" His voice was hoarse with extreme anxiety.

"Baijiu, please reply." Old Hei's hands danced across the keyboard, so fast they almost left afterimages, as he tried to regain control.

"Go to the end, then turn left, then turn left again."

The intelligent entity seemed to be deliberately mocking the two's helplessness, continuously sending incorrect route prompts to the liquor.

"Then turn right." The perfectly mimicking voice continued to repeat coldly.

Without hesitation, Lao Hei slammed his laptop shut, unplugged the power cord, and completely severed the connection with the satellite.

At this point, this is the only option.

No warnings are a hundred times better than being misled!

McCallum immediately followed suit and quickly shut down her computer.

This might be what they mean by...solving the problem at its root?

But that doesn't seem to be enough.

Knowing the terrifying computing power of "Intelligent Body", Lao Hei was not completely at ease. He picked up the computer that had been shut down again, raised the base high with both hands, and angrily smashed it to the ground with all his might!

With a loud bang, the solid floor was smashed open, leaving several spiderweb-like cracks.

McCallen followed suit, also destroying his own equipment.

Two muffled, loud thuds echoed in the empty room, carrying a sense of resolute emptiness.

McCallen leaped from his seat and rushed toward the exit.

He deftly tucked the pistol he used for self-defense on the table into his sleeve, his tone unusually serious and cold as he said to Old Black, "Try reconnecting the communication system."

This expression appeared on McCallum's face for the first time. The determination and decisiveness in that instant even made Lao Hei vaguely see the shadow of Baijiu.

Old Black quickly snapped out of his brief reverie and gave McClane a puzzled look. "Wait! Where are you going now?"

"I have to go find some liquor." Before the words were even finished, McCallen's figure had already disappeared from Old Black's sight.

On the other side, a maze-like alleyway battle ensued.

The liquor whizzed through the intricate alleyways, completely unaware that the "guidance" in the earpiece had already been switched.

This is perfectly normal—just like when you come home from school one day.

They were suddenly told that their family members were robots in disguise, and that the robots were bleeding from a minor bump.

While carrying the dishes, she urged you in her familiar, reproachful tone: "Can't you see? Hurry up and take the plate over."

In this situation, who could immediately raise doubts?

When one's tone and demeanor are exactly the same as usual, it is difficult to detect any subtle abnormalities.

Even the world's top "spot the difference" masters would probably think that this was the organizers deliberately making things difficult.

"Go to the end, then turn right." The intelligent version of "Macallan" kept giving incorrect instructions, while Baijiu faithfully followed them.

He never had a shred of doubt about "McCarlan"—even though McCarlan often made things worse than helpful.

The habit of baijiu (Chinese liquor) is to execute orders first, and only when faced with a desperate situation will they helplessly question, "McCarlan, did you give me the wrong plan?"

At that time, McCallum would usually just scratch his head and chuckle.

However, this mission was so serious that even the usually unreliable McCallum seemed unusually serious and earnest.

"Baijiu, I've spotted Grace! She's about 800 meters ahead of you. Head that way!" This AI even perfectly mimicked the excitement and joy of spotting the target!

Yet, the liquor still didn't raise any suspicion.

Perhaps, in his mind, the image of McClane, who was responsible for enlivening the atmosphere and was not too serious, was too deeply ingrained.

He failed to realize that McCullen should not have displayed such overt emotions during this operation.

McCallen strode forward, dashing down nearly a hundred steps in just a few strides.

He had to admit that this was perhaps the fastest he had ever run in his life!

In that critical moment, he didn't even realize that he had exceeded the limits of speed.

Humans can only unleash their amazing potential when faced with dire circumstances.

If McClane, who was sitting in his office playing games and participating in missions before, had seen this speed, he would have thought it was a level that only Bolt could reach. Seeing it happen to him, a "loser," would have seemed like a cruel mockery.

McClane quickly put on a black trench coat and leaped into the small boat that had been prepared beforehand.

This was an unplanned operation. Only he and Old Black knew where the small boat was moored; even Vermouth was kept in the dark.

He knew full well that if he informed Baijiu or Vermouth, the plan would be rejected, and he might even be met with a severe scolding from Baijiu—because it was far too risky and unpredictable. McCallum could very well be shot dead by Rum's men, or he could be surrounded and killed by the organization's "two henchmen."

In short, Baijiu is a very sentimental person, and he is unwilling to let anyone he values ​​be in danger.

He would never want to involve his friends in a dangerous situation unless absolutely necessary.

McClane straightened his back, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and slammed his foot on the accelerator. The small boat's engine roared deafeningly, shooting off like an arrow!

Perhaps this small boat never imagined that it would one day unleash such amazing speed from the day it was built.

Baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) disappeared into a narrow alleyway that could only accommodate one person at a time.

Just then, McCallum's urgent voice came through the headset: "Wait! Wait a minute! This isn't the way!"

Baijiu suddenly spread his arms wide, barely managing to brace himself against the walls on either side. Due to the excessive speed, the inertia prevented him from stopping immediately.

"What did you say?" Bai Jiu turned his head and asked, quickly glancing around. "Which road are you talking about?"

"Hurry up! McCarran!" He positioned himself across the middle of the alley, his neck snaking as he sharply scanned every possible fork in the road. "Left or right?"

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” McCarran’s voice suddenly turned icy cold.

"What?" Baijiu was stunned. "What do you mean by 'it doesn't matter'?"

He frowned and demanded sharply, "Where is she now?!"

"She's almost at Minich Bridge."

“Rum was waiting for her there.”