Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The air froze into solid ice with the soft "click" of the trigger being pre-pressed.

Kiel's wrist was held high by the "guard," and the muzzle of the gun was forced to point diagonally upward at the concrete ceiling, but the knuckles of her index finger on the trigger had already turned white, showing no sign of loosening.

A cold gaze swept past the intertwined arms, locking onto vodka with undisguised killing intent and resolve.

Since we're being blocked, let's deal with the most threatening behemoth in front of us first!

Almost the instant the thought flashed through her mind, she moved!

Instead of trying to break free by pulling his right leg back, he used his waist and abdomen to deliver a fierce kick upwards and forwards, his heel slamming heavily into the "guard's" lower chest!

This kick was extremely powerful, intended to force the opponent to let go.

The guard grunted, and sure enough, his grip on her hand loosened involuntarily.

Taking advantage of this moment, Kiel did not hesitate to drop the gun—not by having it taken from him, but by letting it slip from the fingers of the two men who were locked in a stalemate!

At the same time, she used the recoil from the kick to lean back sharply, performing a smooth and swift tactical roll that almost touched the ground, instantly widening the distance between herself and the "guard" and Vodka.

As she rolled, her gaze swept across the ground like radar.

As she rolled past the officer she had first knocked unconscious, her left hand, still handcuffed to her right, moved with the agility of a snake, swiftly scooping up the ground—

She has firmly caught the pistol that was kicked away and landed here!

After rolling around and coming to a stop, she was already kneeling on one knee several meters away. Her movements did not stop at all. Her handcuffed hands gripped the newly acquired pistol together, albeit awkwardly but with unusual firmness.

With lightning speed, his arms rose and straightened, and the muzzle of the gun locked onto Vodka, who had just struggled to his feet and was about to raise his gun, as if by a magnet in the instant before his body had fully stabilized!

On the other side, Vodka's massive body swayed until he finally stood up completely. The sharp pain in his back and sides made his mouth twitch, but the eyes behind his sunglasses were already burning with furious flames.

He saw the whole process of Kiel rolling, grabbing the gun, and aiming. Almost at the same time that Kiel pointed the gun at him, his thick arm was also raised, and the dark muzzle of the pistol belonging to Kava was also pointed at Kiel without any deviation!

The two men, less than fifteen meters apart, formed a deadly standoff in the narrow corridor.

The air was completely sucked out.

Time seemed to stretch out and distort. Under the dim light, the two men's arms, holding guns, were as steady as rocks, yet trembled slightly from extreme tension.

Kiel's face was half-lit and half-shadowed, only his ice-blue eyes shone with a terrifying light, filled with a desperate, all-or-nothing glint.

Vodka, on the other hand, was like a giant bear that had been thoroughly enraged, breathing heavily, its murderous aura almost tangible.

Fingers were all on the trigger at the critical point.

Breathe, and hold your breath.

Life or death hangs in the balance in the next tenth of a second.

"Stop! Stop—!!!"

A near-tearing roar, like a thunderclap, struck this stagnant, deathly space!

It was the "guard" who had just been kicked away by Kiel!

He clutched his chest, staggered, but then lunged forward again with astonishing speed. This time, he didn't charge at Kiel, but instead opened his arms as if to embrace a bullet, resolutely piercing the invisible, murderous line of sight between Kiel and Vodka!

He didn't even bother with any of the guns. Instead, as he charged forward, he grabbed his police cap and camouflage hood with both hands and yanked them back roughly with all his might!

"Shoot-"

With the sound of tearing fabric, the disguise was peeled away.

A face that Kiel would never mistake, yet which should never be here at this moment, was starkly exposed in the dim light, and in Kiel's pupils, which suddenly contracted to their limit!

Disheveled short black hair, familiar deep-set eyes, though stained with sweat and dust, though contorted with anxiety and pain, it was undeniably him—

Liquor.

For the first time, her hand holding the gun began to tremble uncontrollably, causing the muzzle to shake and lose its absolute stability.

Vodka was also stunned. His finger stopped on the trigger, and his eyes behind his sunglasses widened as he stared in disbelief at the familiar face that belonged to his "comrade" but seemed incredibly strange at this moment.

Bai Jiu gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. His face, now devoid of disguise, was deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He stretched out his dusty and blood-stained palms, facing Kiel and vodka, making a "stop" gesture that was both extremely forceful and extremely pleading.

His gaze was fixed on Kiel's violently fluctuating icy blue eyes, his voice hoarse and broken, yet carrying an undeniable power that pierced through all noise:

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Then he turned to Vodka and said gently, "You too, put your hands down, both of you put your hands down."

Kiel silently stared at Bai Jiu, the scene on the train involuntarily flashing through her mind. She looked at Bai Jiu with confusion and asked him why he saved her.

Vodka and Kiel slowly got up.

Although Vodka was wearing sunglasses, his gaze remained fixed on Kiel's gun barrel, and his right hand quietly reached into his sleeve to pull out a walkie-talkie.

"Wait!" Baijiu immediately noticed Vodka's subtle movements out of the corner of his eye and shouted, "If you dare to report this, the world is doomed!"

"Trust me! Vodka! It's that simple!"

"Time is precious. If you choose to capture us, then no one can stop the intelligent entity. Forget about the organization; we'll have a hard time surviving."

"I think you should be well aware of this."

"I can tell," Baijiu said earnestly.

"Ah!" The guard, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, crawled up, stretched lazily and comfortably, grabbed his scalp, and roughly pulled off his hood.

“That’s enough.” He ripped off the mask, revealing McCarran’s face.

"You just believe him, you stupid Vodka!" McClane couldn't stand it anymore.

"Wait! Slow down! Don't rush!" Baijiu shouted at McCallum.

"Don't do anything rash! Don't do anything rash!" Baijiu spun around quickly, signaling to Kiel and Vodka to calm them down.

"Vodka, don't be nervous," Baijiu said softly, trying to comfort him.

“There’s no such thing as betrayal in this matter, and there’s no such thing as being an enemy of anyone.” Baijiu noticed that Vodka’s brain was a bit overloaded. “There’s also no dogma.”

"The key is who should stay calm and who should be nervous."

Baijiu lowered his voice and said, "The intelligent entity wants to scare you, to scare all of us, and to divide us all."

"It even... wants you to arrest us!"