Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 811 Reversal and Reversal

The pilot was already prepared, with his arms folded across his chest, and said firmly: "So we have to take him back."

"This is exactly what he wants!" Baijiu's expression was more serious than ever.

"Liquor--"

He interrupted the pilot directly, "Sir, do you think this is a coincidence?"

Baijiu spread out his palm, pointed at the table, and looked sharply at the nose of the plane, his eyes full of confusion and questioning: "Did anyone happen to find this?"

"No!" He raised his voice, trying to clear his head. "Ryan sent it to her! He knew how she would react!"

"It's like he knew the White Widow would tell on us!" Baijiu slammed the table and demanded, "Don't you understand?!"

"This! Sir!" Baijiu's finger stabbed hard on the document, "This is a trap!"

"We are being controlled by them!" Baijiu shouted excitedly.

The guy with the airplane head raised his voice as well, yelling at Baijiu: "Baijiu!"

Baijiu ignored the angry roar from the pilot and continued to explain the serious situation: "Sir, there are still two plutonium cores missing."

"You lost that!!!" the guy with the airplane head roared.

His voice echoed hollowly in the tunnel. Seeing this, McAllen raised his hand weakly. "Sir, to be fair, we lost it."

Blackie added a fair word, after all, he was also responsible for the loss of the plutonium core: "Excuse me, sir, you were not there at the time, you-"

Before Old Black could finish his words, the man with the airplane haircut rudely interrupted him, saying in a dissatisfied tone, "So, your full-time job now is to make excuses for him?"

"Oh my god! Liquor!" The guy with the airplane haircut shook his head helplessly. "Don't make this more difficult. I can't protect you anymore. Don't you understand?"

"You can't get the plutonium core! That's the end!"

Baijiu was not overwhelmed by the minister's aura. He frowned and asked in disbelief, "Sir, you don't really believe this, do you?"

"I believe I must choose between protecting you, the Liquor Group, or the entire North American organization," the crewman replied. "So I'm taking you back to the bureau."

"What if I refuse?" Baijiu asked.

"What do you think he's here for?" The plane pointed at Mojito, who had been silent for a long time. "Do you think he's here in France for vacation?"

"Or do you think he's just a bystander?"

"He's a killer!" The plane approached Baijiu, foreheads almost touching, and roared.

"He's Erica Sloan's number one thug!" The man with the crew cut poked Baijiu's chest with his finger and said sternly, "If you betray him, he has the right to hunt you down."

"And then kill you." The voice of the man with the airplane head was icy cold.

Baijiu turned to look at Mojito, who simply shrugged, a suggestive smile on his face: "It's just my duty, don't take it personally."

"Accept the facts, Baijiu." The guy with the airplane head whispered in his ear.

"You've lost this time, it's a done deal." The guy with the airplane head tried to make him face reality.

"No." Baijiu's expression became more resolute. "No, sir, you can't."

The pilot sneered, "I'm not asking you for help, I'm giving you a direct order! This mission is terminated!"

"Effective immediately!" A strange light flashed in the eyes of the pilot.

He turned his head and looked at Lao Hei: "Lao Hei, he is your friend, can you talk some sense into him——"

Before he finished speaking, Baijiu quickly took out the anesthetic needle he had prepared long ago and accurately stabbed it into the minister's neck!

The minister suddenly felt dizzy and his head was spinning.

Baijiu held the anesthetic needle: "I'm sorry, sir, but you leave me no choice."

McCarron and Old Black immediately stepped forward and supported the minister who had fallen back and lost consciousness.

Baijiu turned to Mojito and spoke rapidly, "We have fifteen minutes before we go see the White Widow."

"You want plutonium cores. If we can help you get them, would you like to join us?"

Mojito tilted his head and nodded simply: "Join."

"What are you doing?" Lao Hei expressed his confusion about Baijiu's behavior.

"Macallan has to go get ready." Baijiu put one hand on his waist with a stern expression.

"No, white wine." Lao Hei still objected.

"There's no time, Lao Hei." Baijiu's tone was unquestionable. He said this to Lao Hei as well as to everyone else.

"I need you to believe me." Baijiu's eyes were fixed firmly on Laohei.

Lao Hei finally chose to trust Baijiu unconditionally. He picked up the computer on the table, and the two of them walked quickly towards the solitary confinement room where Ryan was imprisoned.

McAllen started the computer and was responsible for generating the facial model; Lao Hei took the red light scanner and entered Ryan's facial data.

Then, McCarron picked up the bench, changed into clothes roughly the same as Ryan's, and sat back to back with him.

Macallan's green leather jacket magically changed color to black, matching Ryan's attire.

"Huh!" McAllen took a deep breath.

Old Black asked, "Are you okay, McAllen?"

"It's okay... I just have a bad feeling." McAllen said, placing the voice changer on his neck. "Hello... hello."

The voice instantly changed to Ryan's unique hoarse voice. Lao Hei handed the printed human face mask to McAllen.

McCarron stood up and Haley neatly put the cuffs on his wrists.

Baijiu loaded the pistol on the table, glancing from time to time at the real-time image of Ryan in the confinement room on the screen.

"Hmph!" With the sound of the iron gate closing, Ryan and Lao Hei stood in front of the white wine.

Baijiu nodded, then told Mojito: "If you haven't heard from us——"

Mojito said in a serious tone, with a barely perceptible chill in his voice: "I'll do it my way."

Baijiu pursed his lips tightly. Time was running out, so he had no time to argue with him: "Keep a close eye on him."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards the tunnel exit, gun in hand.

The moment Baijiu and others disappeared, Mojito immediately turned off the screen.

He placed the metal box he had carried along the way on the table, opened the lid, and inside were various metal devices.

He quickly stuffed the portable saber and small can of potion into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

Then he quickened his pace and came to the room where Ryan was imprisoned.

He took off the micro camera, held it in his palm, and then accurately inserted a syringe filled with antidote into Ryan's neck.

Ryan's gloomy eyes suddenly widened as he looked at Mojito who suddenly appeared, panicking for a moment.

Mojito calmly soothed him, "Enough of the games. Now I'm here to take you away."