Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 813 There is a ghost! Stop talking about the chapter!

"No one move! Everyone, don't move!" A strange man roared from deep in the tunnel. Baijiu instantly raised his gun and went into defense.

The sound came from the rear tunnel entrance. Baijiu turned halfway around and saw a few faint blue lights flashing rapidly.

A leading man, holding a rifle, led the team to attack from the rear: "Hands up! Put down your weapons!"

The light swept across McAllen's face, and he hurriedly raised his hands - what he saw was completely unexpected.

The minister threw the pistol to his feet first, knowing that if a firefight broke out, the pistol would stand no chance against the rifle.

"Put down your weapons! Quick! I'm talking to you!" The leading man's scope was fixed firmly on Baijiu.

Baijiu still held his hands high, spreading his palms to try to soothe him: "It's okay, it's okay, relax." But the other party turned a deaf ear to him and roared in a rough voice: "Hey! Are you deaf! Put down the gun!"

Ryan stared straight ahead.

Those eyes that were originally gloomy and seemed to see through the world suddenly became frighteningly bright. The rekindled hope made the corners of his mouth rise slightly uncontrollably.

"Didn't we agree on this?" The minister lowered his voice and questioned Minister Sloan, who seemed to be "indifferent" on the phone screen.

"It was before, but not now." Her tone was eerily calm, as if everything she did was a matter of course. "There are too many interests involved here. I can't take the risk." Sloan gave a perfunctory excuse, "I'm taking both you and Mojito away."

At this moment, in the dark corner of the tunnel, a woman holding a rifle was watching everything coldly.

"The plutonium core hasn't been found yet!" the minister retorted.

"But I don't trust any of you to look for it." Sloan nodded slightly, his chin resting lazily on his hand, his eyes narrowed. "We will investigate your identities in Washington."

The screen suddenly went black and the call was abruptly cut off.

"Sloane!" the Minister called in vain.

"Sir," Baijiu said in a soothing voice. He remained calm, facing the barrage of gunfire, his tone remarkably calm: "Do as she says."

Ryan had only known Baijiu for a short time, but he seemed to understand him best. In just a few words, he had already vaguely guessed Baijiu's plan. He closed his eyes, as if waiting for a signal.

"The real threat is here, and it's all in our hands." Baijiu's words tried to calm everyone's anxious hearts.

Before he finished speaking, Mojito suddenly turned around and gave Baijiu a meaningful look. He tilted his head and said in a sarcastic and arrogant tone, "Really?"

"Do it." Mojito said coldly.

The leading man was startled, then realized he had also fallen into Mojito's trap. He turned around abruptly, but it was too late - bullets from behind whizzed towards him first.

"Bang bang!" Two dazzling gunshots flashed briefly.

The dripping sound instantly grew louder, like the roar of a waterfall. The man fell straight to the ground.

In the dim tunnel, the sound of gunfire like popping beans rang out violently!

Seeing Sloan's team almost completely slaughtered, Ryan, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them! As fast as a bullet! He turned sideways, his wrist raised high -

"Bang!" A heavy punch slammed into the nearest McAllen! The defenseless McAllen felt like he was being hit by a giant bull, and he was thrown back! The gun in his hand fell out of his hand and rolled to the side.

Mojito, who was hiding behind a pillar, took the opportunity to grab the gun.

Baijiu didn't hesitate, and bullets sprayed over in an instant! The fierce firepower and elusive trajectory pinned Mojito behind the pillar, without even a chance to peek out! "Thump, thump, thump!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried running from Baijiu's right! He didn't even turn around completely, and swung his right hand back quickly!

The mind accurately sketched the heart position of the running figure—the trigger was pulled! The gun went off, and he fell to the ground!

In this gap of less than 0.1 seconds, Mojito seized the opportunity, rolled to another shelter, and shouted to his supporting subordinates: "Where are the Ryans?" As soon as his subordinate opened his lips, a bullet pierced his head!

Vermouth, who had been dormant for a long time, took the opportunity to dodge to the side, avoiding the bullets fired by Mojito. "Damn it!" Mojito angrily hammered the iron fence behind him.

The situation was in complete chaos. He bit his lip, analyzing Ryan's possible whereabouts, but his train of thought was suddenly interrupted—something more pressing had happened: Baijiu was facing away from him, engaging in a fierce firefight with his own men!

A strong hatred surged up instantly! Mojito locked the muzzle of his gun firmly on Baijiu's head. The moment his finger was about to press down, the minister suddenly rushed out from the darkness! His clenched right fist, wrapped in the sound of wind, smashed into Baijiu's face fiercely!

"Ah!" Mojito was dazzled by the slap!

But his strong muscle memory made him resist instinctively. The Minister was nearly sixty, after all, and the strength disparity was too great. The Minister gritted his teeth, leaned back desperately, and his hands, like iron pliers, seized Mojito's weapon! His nails, like sharp knives, dug deep into the skin on the back of the other's hand!

"It seems that not cutting nails is also effective!" The minister growled, and his fist full of power hit Mojito's face again!

The gun finally slipped out of his hand! The Minister slammed Mojito into him.

He unexpectedly gained the upper hand. Mojito was equally incredulous—he was being outmatched by an old man! This was absurd, like a toddler taking down a middle-aged college student!

The minister's fist turned into a heavy stone hammer, punching Mojito in the abdomen again and again!

The moment he felt the severe pain and a hard object pressing against his ribs, the stunned Mojito realized that there was a dagger hidden in his trouser pocket.

"Swish!" A cold white light flashed across the edge of the blade.

"Zi--!" The slender blade, like a venomous snake, instantly pierced the minister's abdomen! Severe pain instantly swept through his body!

The minister felt his breath suddenly stop! When he realized he was stabbed, it was too late. Mojito transformed into a cold executioner.

The blade is pulled out and thrust in the flesh!

The Minister didn't even have the energy to scream, only to feel an overwhelming sense of drowsiness. Images of his past life flashed rapidly through his mind...

Mojito kneed the minister and kicked him away coldly.

He picked up the gun on the ground and approached Lao Hei silently like a shadow.

At this moment, Baijiu wished he could transform into two people! He needed to take care of every companion, but he couldn't. He had no superpowers, just an ordinary person with slightly better skills.

"White wine! White wine!" Amid the deafening gunshots, Lao Hei's terrified cry for help suddenly broke through!

Baijiu glanced over and saw that Mojito was using Lao Hei's huge body as a human shield and moving quickly in the tunnel!

Lao Hei's thick body completely covered him up——

This is exactly why he didn't use the weakest Macallan as a shield.

Baijiu leaned against the column to avoid bullets from all directions, thinking about his next strategy in between.

Mojito held Lao Hei hostage as they passed by the table where the briefcase was placed. Lao Hei seized the opportunity and took the instrument responsible for removing the chip from Ryan's neck.