Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

At the junction of the carriages, Vermouth strode across, smoothly tearing off her disguise and tossing it into a nearby trash can. Leaning against the cold carriage wall, slightly out of breath, she quickly straightened her somewhat disheveled collar, standing right beneath the bright red "Emergency Stop" sign.

She pulled the brake valve hard according to the rehearsal plan—however, the expected screech of brakes did not sound. The train continued its rumbling journey on the tracks. Her eyes narrowed, and she tried a few more times, but the lever remained unresponsive.

"What bad luck," she muttered under her breath, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"Get out of the way! All of you get out of the way!" Zola's rough roar came from behind, growing louder as he approached.

The moment Vermouth heard the sound, she decisively abandoned the brakes and sped towards the carriage ahead without looking back. The footsteps behind her grew closer and closer, heavy and swift, indicating that her pursuers were no ordinary people either.

As she rushed into the crowded dining car, a gunshot rang out deafeningly!

"Bang!" Zola pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the ceiling, shouting, "Don't move!" The muzzle then steadied itself against Vermouth's back. "Stop right there! Now, turn around!"

Vermouth stopped at the sound of her voice and calmly surveyed her surroundings—the open dining car offered no cover. She slowly raised her hands, then turned around gently, her gaze calmly meeting Zola's.

"Everyone in the carriage! Get out right now! Don't you dare block my bullets!" Zola roared through gritted teeth, his eyes wide. The passengers screamed in terror and scrambled out of the carriage. In the blink of an eye, only the two of them remained, facing off in the vast space.

"I can see the train!" In the sky, Baijiu's open parachute was slowly descending with the air currents, but his expression remained tense; the situation was clearly not optimistic. "I may not be able to land safely," he calmly reported through his headset.

Inside the dining car, there was a deathly silence. Zola, gun in hand, strode closer, stopping at a safe distance. He slightly raised the barrel of his gun and demanded sharply, "Where's the key?!"

"Are you deaf?! I told you to hand over the keys!" Zola roared again when Vermouth didn't react.

Vermouth remained expressionless, her gaze fixed indifferently on Zola, her demeanor like that of a monk who had long since seen through life and death, utterly fearless.

"I'm warning you one last time, hand over the key right now!" Zola raised his voice, "or the next shot will go right through your body!"

Vermouth finally moved. She slowly took the two keys from her bosom.

"Put the key on the table!" Zola's gun remained firmly locked on the key.

How could Vermouth give in so easily? Her only way out now was to stall for time, pinning her hopes on that unknown variable—the liquor. She was gambling, gambling that he could pull off a miracle in thirty seconds.

She deliberately played with the keys slowly, lingering as she placed them on the table. Once finished, she squinted slightly and raised her hands above her head again.

Zola gestured for his accomplices behind him to step forward and check the key. Although he had never directly confronted Vermouth, he knew how formidable this woman was; she would never give in so easily, and there must be a trap behind it all.

The subordinate strode forward and deftly picked up the keys from the table. He turned to look at Zola, awaiting further instructions.

"What are you waiting for? Draw your gun and shoot her!" Zola ordered without hesitation, his gun aimed at Vermouth the entire time, not daring to relax for a moment. Dealing with such an opponent required utmost caution!

The henchman nodded, quickly drew his pistol, pulled the trigger, and pointed the gun directly at Vermouth's heart.

Vermouth closed her eyes, but a cryptic smile played on her lips, which parted slightly as if she wanted to leave behind one last sentence.

"Boom—crash!!"

A loud explosion suddenly erupted without warning!

The thickened side windows of the carriage shattered instantly, as if hit by a cannonball, and countless shards of glass, along with a dark shadow, were violently swept into the carriage!

That dark figure was Baijiu.

He was like a cannonball, using the momentum from smashing the car window to stretch his body to its fullest extent in mid-air, and his right leg kicked out as fiercely as a battle axe!

Glass shards fell like a shower of diamonds.

The man was also sent flying by the powerful impact.

Baijiu braced himself with one hand on the deformed tabletop, struggling to maintain his balance.

A huge parachute still hung outside the broken window, its ropes tangled haphazardly like some kind of strange decoration, fluttering as the train sped along.

He had a scratch on his forehead, and beads of blood mixed with sweat slid down his face. His breathing was slightly heavy due to the pain.

"Vermouth?" Baijiu forcibly suppressed the pain in his eyes, his gaze instantly becoming clear and bright.

Vermouth looked back at him, the initial indifference in her icy blue eyes fading, replaced by a burning gaze mixed with heartache and lingering fear.

The two were separated by scattered glass and a mess, with silent sparks crackling in the air.

Just then, Zola, who had been kicked away by Baijiu and was slumped in the corner, shook his head and regained consciousness after a brief period of unconsciousness.

He shook his head and immediately saw the crucial key lying on the carpet not far away.

His survival instinct made him ignore the pain all over his body, stagger to his feet, and lunge at the key!

"Liquor! Keys!" Vermouth's pupils contracted, and she immediately shouted a reminder, her voice unusually urgent.

Baijiu turned his head sharply upon hearing the sound and saw Zola reaching for the keys.

He immediately tried to rush over to stop it, but the parachute lines wrapped around his body severely restricted his movements!

At this critical moment——

boom!

There seems to be something hanging outside the carriage, a signal device.

He suddenly yanked the parachute hanging outside the window!

This sudden, immense force was instantly transmitted to the liquor through the parachute ropes!

Baijiu was completely caught off guard by this, and the force pulled him backward, causing him to stumble forward uncontrollably!

At that moment, Zola's fingers were almost touching the metal edge of the key—

"Uh!"

Baijiu's out-of-control body bumped right into Zola, who was bending over!

The two of them immediately rolled into a ball, lost their balance in the narrow space, and crashed hard into the back wall of the carriage!

Thump! A muffled sound.

Zola's head made intimate contact with the hard wall first. Before he could even let out a complete groan, everything went black, and he fell into a coma again, much more completely than before.

The liquor had left him feeling quite dizzy, but his strong constitution kept him sober.

He pressed down on Zola, breathing heavily.

Everything happened so fast.

The key also slipped from Zola's hand, which he could no longer let go of.

Instead of immediately picking up the keys, Vermouth rushed to Baijiu's side, knelt down, and anxiously checked his condition, her voice filled with undisguised worry: "Are you alright?"

Or perhaps she simply didn't notice the key.

Her attention was focused on the man in front of her, the most important man in her life.