Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 852 Public Enemy (2)

The thick dark green poisonous gas slowly settled, revealing the devastated scene like the receding tide.

The white-haired man calmly stepped over the fallen Bourbon and finally sat down in front of Gin.

Gin was not affected by the poisonous gas because he wore a mask in advance.

He looked calmly at his opponent who had taken off his disguise, and his wildly fluctuating emotions were gradually calming down.

In fact, when the other party handed him the box containing the mask, he had already guessed about 70% of the answer.

Tear!" He pulled off the mask, revealing Baijiu's face.

Baijiu raised his hand and, through the cloth, removed the breathing mask from Gin's mouth with precise and gentle movements.

His gaze was as calm as water, looking straight into the depths of Gin's eyes.

"I understand," Gin spoke first, his voice equally calm, "You're very angry now."

"No," Baijiu shook his head gently, his tone unusually calm, even with a hint of emotion of reunion after a long separation, "It's been a long time since we last met, and you don't understand me anymore. I'm not angry, Gin."

He casually kicked the Jägermeister that was in the way at his feet away a little to make some space.

"You said you had something to say to me, so I came here to listen to what you had to say."

"Who knows," Baijiu's expression remained emotionless. "This may be the last time we can talk in a relatively peaceful manner. The next time we meet, it may be on a life-and-death battlefield."

"Okay." Gin nodded, and was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his words. Then he chose to tell the truth: "I put a bounty on Vermouth's life. But I also told you how to find her."

"I've done my best to balance the rules." Gin lit a cigarette and held it between his lips, smoke rising. "Besides, it wasn't me who instructed her to steal the key."

"She made that decision for her own reasons." Gin didn't avoid looking at Baijiu, he just stared at her closely. He didn't want this conversation to turn into a gunfight.

He had already lost two members of his team in this desert operation.

His world is very small, he has no family anymore, and the only people he can call "his family" are the team members who have followed him through thick and thin.

Although he often showed disdain and coldness, deep down, he always protected them.

Some people say that Gin has no emotions, he just doesn't bother to and is not good at expressing them.

Is there anyone in this world who is completely without emotion?

If it really exists, it can only be a cold machine.

"But," a trace of barely perceptible sadness flashed across Gin's eyes, but he quickly put it away. He asked, "Hasn't it always been like this?"

"You pull her out of trouble time and time again, but she always jumps back into it or even creates new vortexes."

Baijiu's thoughts were brought back to the scorching desert by these words.

He looked at Vermouth lying motionless on the ground, and he did not panic.

He was about to call out—

Vermouth's body suddenly bounced up like a stretched spring!

The slender legs were like a deadly whip, kicking fiercely at Baijiu's calf, while the body used the force to complete a smooth clockwise rotation!

Then, she slammed her knee against Baijiu's back, roughly grabbed his arms with both hands, locked them in front of her neck, and was about to complete a fierce back throw!

"Wait! Vermouth!" Baijiu shouted hurriedly.

"Vermouth! Don't get excited! It's me!" Baijiu quickly fixed her hands as she tried to exert force, and his tone became increasingly gentle and soothing, "It's me, everything is fine."

"Don't worry, I'm here." He stroked her hair gently, his movements gentle but with unquestionable soothing power.

Vermouth stopped struggling instantly and turned around eagerly. Her eyes, still as bright as an elf even though covered with dust, locked onto Baijiu firmly.

Baijiu pinched her cheek gently, then hugged her tightly in his arms.

His fingers wedged into her soft hair, caressing it gently as he repeated softly, "It's okay, it's okay."

The key hanging in front of her neck caught Baijiu's eye as it swayed.

He held it in his palm—it was the half key they had been looking for.

Their eyes met, and without further ado, Vermouth instantly understood Baijiu's intention.

She then quickly piled up nearby debris to roughly disguise it as a human silhouette.

The liquor ignited the lighter, creating the illusion that Vermouth had been burnt.

Then he escorted Vermouth downstairs and helped her onto his loyal horse.

Baijiu took her hand and, facing the whistling dust, solemnly warned her: "Listen to me, they all think you are dead, so let's just go with the flow."

"Run! Good boy, this is your last mission." He finally stroked the horse's face and gave the order.

"Yi Yu! Wait!" Vermouth shouted in the wind.

My thoughts were brought back to reality.

Gin noticed Baijiu's momentary distraction and said coldly, "I won't apologize to you, Baijiu."

"Because you also killed my team members." His voice grew colder. "Besides, it is my duty to use you. Essentially..."

"You still need to obey my orders, because my level is higher than yours." Gin's tone returned to its usual calmness, "Just like your duty, it is to complete the mission at all costs."

"So," he stared at the liquor and asked the most crucial question, "Did you complete your mission?"

Baijiu didn't say anything, but calmly took out the half of the ancient key from his arms and held it between the two of them.

Gin's expression froze instantly—

This is the most normal reaction for anyone seeing it, as it symbolizes unimaginable power and endless possibilities.

Who doesn't desire rights?

Baijiu's calm voice broke the silence, with unquestionable determination:

"Whatever the other half of this key is, whatever it ultimately unlocks, I will find out."