Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Cava and vodka were moving quickly and cautiously along the aisle of the carriage, one after the other.

As they passed a relatively quiet luxury private room, Vodka caught a glimpse of what was inside through the half-open door.

He abruptly stopped, his thick arm sweeping across to block the kava behind him.

Kava followed his gaze, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Gin's signature long silver hair and black top hat exuded his usual imposing presence. He wasn't sitting, but standing by the table, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

On the table, the white widow lay limply.

Her usual dangerous and alluring aura had vanished without a trace; her face was pale, her eyes unfocused, and her breathing was rapid and shallow.

“Gin… Gin?” Kava spoke first.

Gin immediately turned his head, his cold, bloodthirsty eyes meeting his. Just as he was about to speak, a large hand suddenly reached out and roughly pinched his face.

Brutal pull outwards, Gin instantly raised his knee, wasting no time aiming, relying on muscle memory to directly lock onto Kava's heart and deliver a flying kick.

"Ah!" Kava clutched his heart and retreated backward.

"Gin... Gin." Before he knew it, Kava was several meters away. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes unfocused. "What are you doing here?"

“I’m not here,” Gin said coldly.

"But you two pieces of trash are here." Gin narrowed his eyes, his expression turning sharp and ruthless in an instant: "If you don't want to be reassigned to collect sludge tomorrow..."

"Then from now on, do everything according to my instructions." Gin spoke quickly, this was the first time he had shown such impatience to an outsider.

The train roared into a dense forest.

The battle between baijiu (Chinese liquor) and rum has not stopped in the slightest despite the change in environment.

On the violently shaking roof of the car, the two men were like two intertwined bamboo shoots, struggling against each other in the gale.

boom!

White Wine Graham delivered a heavy elbow strike, then grabbed his opponent's arm, attempting to twist him behind his back.

But Rum was incredibly flexible. His body spun like an eel, not only breaking free from the grappling, but also slashing at Baijiu's neck with a chop of his other hand!

Baijiu suddenly leaned back, a cold hand slashing across his skin, a few strands of hair severed by the strong wind drifting away.

call--!

A drooping branch swept towards the two of them like a whip!

The two reacted almost simultaneously, bending low to the ground. The branch, carrying immense force, swept over their heads and struck the roof of the carriage behind them with a sharp "crack."

The danger had barely passed when Rum's offensive began again!

He delivered a low sweeping kick to Baijiu's ankle. Baijiu leaped up nimbly, but his body faltered slightly upon landing due to the slippery and swaying roof.

Rum seized the fleeting opportunity, lunging forward and raining punches down on Baijiu's face and chest!

Baijiu parried with both arms, his forearms tingling from the blows, but he gritted his teeth and found a gap in the dense barrage of punches, delivering a vicious knee strike to Rum's abdomen!

"Ugh!" Rum groaned, the impact causing him to take a half step back, but the ferocity in his eyes remained undiminished.

The two separated slightly again, their chests heaving violently, sweat soaking their foreheads and dripping down their jawlines.

The locked metal door of the driver's cab blocked her way, but it couldn't stop Vermouth's determination.

Without any hesitation, she quickly took off the black coat that restricted her movements and casually threw it in a corner, revealing her impressive curves under the tight-fitting combat suit.

Without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly raised her long, powerful leg, the heel of her high heel carrying immense force, and kicked hard at the sealed door lock connecting the outside of the carriage!

With a muffled thud, the door lock shattered.

A strong gust of air rushed in instantly, ruffling her long golden hair.

Outside the door, the world rushed past, blurring into a blur, and the train roared deafeningly as it rubbed against the air.

This is tantamount to suicide. On a speeding train, there are no protective measures. One wrong step and you're plunged into an abyss.

But Vermouth's eyes held only resolve. She took a deep breath, nimbly slipped out of the carriage, and exposed herself to the raging air currents.

She immediately lowered her body, gripping the protrusions or gaps on the outer wall of the carriage tightly with both hands, her slender yet unusually strong fingers turning white from the effort.

The wind felt like countless invisible hands tearing at her, trying to throw her off the train.

She moved with difficulty, each step like dancing on a knife's edge, until she finally reached the folding windshield area connecting the two carriages, which was constantly swaying and twisting.

This is the most dangerous place, with railway sleepers and gravel rushing past beneath your feet, and huge gaps that seem capable of swallowing everything.

Vermouth showed no fear. She spotted a handrail above her, leaped up, and grabbed it precisely with both hands! Her entire body was suspended in mid-air, clinging to the speeding train solely by the strength of her arms.

She displayed amazing core strength and flexibility, using her waist and abdominal muscles to pull her body upwards, while her feet, clad in high heels, were firmly planted on the smooth exterior of the carriage, like a top-notch rock climber.

She moved laterally along the carriage wall, her figure exuding a strange and sexy beauty amidst extreme danger, as if this was not a test of life and death, but a performance tailor-made for her.

Finally, she found a foothold, exerted force with her arms, and with a nimble flip, landed steadily on the roof of the car.

A sudden gust of wind enveloped her, and the roof of the car shook even more violently than the ground below.

She didn't even spend a second calming her breathing; her gaze swept directly over the roof of the car—not far behind her, Baijiu and Rum were engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, the sounds of fists and feet clashing faintly audible.

But Vermouth didn't even glance at them.

Her goal was crystal clear—the driver's cab at the very front of the train.

Baijiu's orders were paramount, above his own safety, and even above the breathtaking duel between these two powerful figures before him.

She adjusted her center of gravity, ignoring the fierce battle behind her, and without hesitation ran towards the front of the car, running on the swaying roof, her long golden hair stretching behind her like a resolute streak of light.