Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 860 Encountering an Exotic Beauty

"Guys, can you hear me?" Baijiu's voice came from the headphones again, with a hint of subtle urging.

Lao Hei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and made the final decision in a split second.

He flipped the microphone switch and said decisively, "McAllen, go find that bag! I've sent you the location, go!"

"Okay!" McAllen jumped up from his chair in an instant as if launched by a spring and rushed towards the target location, not daring to waste a minute or a second.

"Lao Hei, what happened?" Baijiu's voice was filled with worry. "Tell me, are you in trouble?"

Lao Hei unmuted the microphone. His voice sounded unusually steady, as if everything was under control: "Don't worry, everything is under control."

As he spoke, he zoomed in on the image of the woman in Baijiu's field of vision and connected it to a global database for high-speed facial recognition and data cross-comparison.

"I found her," Lao Hei replied after a few seconds, "I have already sent the information about that woman."

Baijiu's AR glasses quickly displayed rows of keywords and criminal records: "jewelry theft," "international fraud," "extortion," "armed robbery"...

While Baijiu was quickly browsing, Lao Hei was also analyzing the information simultaneously. The information he had was more comprehensive than Baijiu's. "Whoever this woman is, judging by her behavior and past record, she doesn't seem like a member of a well-organized organization."

Baijiu quickly scanned all the information and came to the conclusion, "She's a thief, a highly skilled lone thief. I think I know her tricks, if I'm not mistaken."

On the other side, the speeding McLaren.

"How are we going? Lao Hei?" McAllen's rapid breathing and the sound of running wind came through the headset.

Lao Hei turned his head to look at another surveillance screen. The yellow GPS light representing McAllen was moving at high speed in the internal passage of the airport.

If you didn't know the speed in advance, you would mistake it for a speeding patrol car.

To be honest, I used to think McAllen was joking when he boasted about playing sports when he was young, but now it seems that even if he said that he won a provincial championship, it might be true.

"McAllen," Old Black commanded calmly, "There's a fire door to the employee passage on your left. I'll unlock it for you remotely now."

McLaren slowed down instantly and stopped precisely in front of the door of the controlled area. Taking advantage of the gap when there were few passengers, he flashed like a ghost and quickly entered the restricted area.

"That package is on conveyor belt 01833," Old Black stared at the three-dimensional map, acting as Macallan's "eye in the sky." "It's moving towards the northwest corner now."

"Got it!" McAllen responded, and at the same time, he jumped down the stairs from a support frame nimbly and rushed towards the direction of the conveyor belt indicated by Lao Hei without stopping.

"Wait!" McCarron asked breathlessly while running, "You just said... which conveyor belt did you come from?"

"Okay, this is you." Lao Hei smiled helplessly but with a hint of relief.

This was the Macallan he was familiar with, the one that occasionally went off track.

Inside a Thai restaurant full of exotic atmosphere.

The woman quietly walked into the relatively quiet dining area.

Baijiu seized this perfect opportunity, suddenly quickened his pace, walked forward, stretched out his hand, and gently patted her shoulder.

"Huh?" The woman turned her head back in confusion, only to find that there was no one behind her.

When she turned around again, Baijiu was already standing in front of her silently like a ghost.

Baijiu placed his hand on her slender waist very naturally, and a familiar smile appeared on his face, as if he had met an old friend. "Long time no see, Kidd. I didn't expect that you have such a unique style when playing a woman."

His voice was low, with an unquestionable certainty.

"Kid?" The woman forced a smile, but a hint of barely perceptible panic flashed across her eyes. "Do I look... a lot like him?"

"We're old friends, what's the point of still acting?" Baijiu's voice remained relaxed, as if he was chatting casually. "There are no outsiders here. Otherwise, what was the point of you specifically bringing me to this restaurant?"

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp. "Based on my understanding of you, you should have noticed that I was following you a long time ago, right?"

"What do you mean..." The woman looked even more confused. If Baijiu wasn't handsome enough, she would have regarded him as a mentally ill flirter or a dangerous person.

"But I really have nothing to do with Kidd," she shrugged, lowered her eyes, looked at Baijiu's hand still on her waist, and even had a hint of ridicule in her tone, "Are you like this to all strange women?"

"To be honest, no man has ever dared to treat me like this when we first met." There seemed to be a hint of "insane" in her words.

Baijiu gradually realized that something was wrong.

He raised two fingers and touched the edge of the woman's jaw very discreetly.

The skin there was warm and had a real elasticity, without any trace of a disguise mask.

"You're really not Kidd..." Baijiu's tone was filled with surprise, and then he immediately released his hand from her waist.

"Of course not." The woman looked the liquor up and down, as if suddenly realizing something. "But I understand."

"Handsome guy, you must have recognized the wrong person." She gently patted Baijiu's shoulder with her palm, and her tone became distant and polite, "I admit that I have a little heartbeat for your face."

"But I'm not interested in your 'routine,'" she said, flashing her signature polite yet distant smile. "I prefer to be alone."

After saying that, she made a move to speed away.

But Baijiu grabbed her wrist with precision. His strength made it impossible to break free, yet his voice remained low and gentle, carrying a strange persuasive power: "Please... give me a chance."

The woman stared at him, her voice also lowered, but her tone was filled with warning: "If you don't let go, I'm going to scream. Then you'll be in big trouble."

Baijiu was not moved at all. Instead, he calmly took off his sunglasses, looked directly into the woman's heterochromatic pupils with his deep eyes, and calmly responded: "Please feel free."

The woman looked at his calm and fearless eyes, and finally shook her head helplessly and smiled bitterly. After all, she did not dare to really scream.

She dropped the pretense and directly asked the core question: "What do you want to do?"

Baijiu opened his left palm and raised it in front of her - the next moment, an ancient key appeared out of thin air in his palm like magic!

Like a top magician performing just for her, he pointed his finger elegantly at the top of the key: "This key... was stolen from that man's pocket. It itself is worthless."

The woman's expression froze instantly, as if she were frozen by the Arctic ice.

Then, Baijiu's right hand shook again, and another identical key appeared out of thin air, which he held firmly in his hand: "But if I don't have it..."

The two keys gradually approached each other under his control, and just when they were about to touch - "Swish", the two keys disappeared without a trace in his hands at the same time!

"But put them together," Baijiu's voice was like a devil's whisper, revealing the final answer, "they are worth the entire four million digital currencies in that man's USB drive."

The woman was so shocked that her pupils dilated and her mouth opened slightly. She was completely speechless for a moment. Any sophistry and disguise seemed pale and powerless in front of the man in front of her.

In front of the unfathomable depth of liquor, she felt like a clumsy new recruit.