Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 725 Do You Miss Me? Vermouth

Vermouth thought for a while and said, "In London, Vent wanted to kill him! This was completely against your orders."

"Oh." The man with glasses responded indifferently.

"This is the second time you let him slip away." He smiled faintly: "How interesting."

Vermouth realized that something was wrong, but remained calm and rational, and asked back: "Are you questioning my loyalty?"

"It's still a side-by-side implication of my abilities."

The man with glasses was stunned for half a second, "I can't say for sure."

"I've already said it." Vermouth got straight to the point and said calmly, "Either trust me or kill me."

"But if you want to kill me, you better do it quickly." Vermouth threw the gun on the table, "Do it yourself."

The man with glasses showed a playful smile, gripped the handle of the gun, and put two fingers on the trigger. "Bang!" Vermouth's body trembled subconsciously.

She lowered her head to check her abdomen and found no wounds. "Bang!" The man who had just attempted to do something bad to her fell vertically to the ground.

The bodyguard standing to the left of the man with glasses remained silent. He stood up, pushed the gun forward, and then picked up a tissue to wipe his fingertips.

Slowly walking to Belmode's ear, she looked calm and showed no panic. The man with glasses said: "Did he say anything?"

"He knows about Morocco," said Vermouth.

"What does he know?" asked the man with glasses.

"He knows about the power plant, but he doesn't know what's inside." Vermouth answered everything, not knowing that it was all lies.

The man with glasses showed an intriguing smile: "Then please find him."

"He will come to find me." A gleam flashed across Belmode's eyes. She glanced at the man with glasses, then quickly lowered her head:

"I have it all planned out."

On the other side, inside the rusty and dilapidated ship.

McCarron inserted the USB drive into the computer port.

He raised his arms high and moved his neck: "Interesting."

"You know what, Vermouth is pretty amazing." McAllen agreed. You know, he seldom praises people personally.

"What's wrong?" Baijiu stared at the big screen with his hands behind his back. "It's rare to hear you say something praising someone."

"This is a SCIF, a super-compressed offline secure computer device." McAllen projected the computer contents onto the TV.

"It's impossible to break in from the outside." McAllen bit his lips and said, "It's basically an electronic safe."

"So I think Vermouth is amazing." Macallan continued to type on the keyboard, "to be able to steal this thing."

"Where is it?" asked Baijiu.

Knowing its location is equivalent to knowing the location of Vermouth.

“Morocco,” McAllen said.

Baijiu turned around and repeated it, his face gradually becoming excited, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a smile: "Morocco."

"let's go."

Casablanca, Morocco, noon.

A white pickup truck was speeding through the desert.

A lot of dust was raised, goats could be seen everywhere, cars were parked in front of the local indigenous buildings, and the scorching sun was baking their heads.

Baijiu and Macallan were dressed in casual clothes and wearing sunglasses. They walked through the neighborhood, and a lot of sand particles seeped into their shoes.

McAllen covered his mouth with his palm and fanned away the dust. A large flock of sheep passed in front of him, and he looked behind with expectant curiosity.

Every time he goes abroad on a mission, he feels excited. After all, it is like traveling abroad, which is both exciting and can broaden his horizons.

He always follows Baijiu like a primary school student.

Baijiu stopped in front of a door. There was a piece of white paper stuck to the door lock with red lips printed on top of the paper. Baijiu tore it off.

Then he slowly pushed open the door and entered the house. The house was very large, but because it was in a tropical desert, the vegetation was sparse.

There was yellow dust everywhere. He looked around and saw that the structure was roughly a villa. McAllen pushed open the glass door.

Entering the living room, there was a huge swimming pool in front of the living room. Baijiu became excited and quickened his pace to move forward.

"Hey!" Macallan stretched out his arms: "Wait a minute, Baijiu... why are you walking so fast...?"

Suddenly, he saw the red lips in Baijiu's hand, and instantly understood everything: "Tell me, how could I forget all this with my brain."

There was another more important reason why Baijiu quickened his pace, because he saw ripples coming from the swimming pool.

At the same time, I could smell that familiar fragrance.

"Huh!" A long-haired woman emerged from the swimming pool. Baijiu looked at her back and instantly recognized the woman's name. She was Vermouth.

She turned around slowly, and this time she did not change her appearance. She was wearing a black bikini, with a plump and graceful figure.

McCarron turned his back tactfully and walked towards the living room. "Um... I'll leave first. Call me later."

After saying that, he collapsed on the sofa, turned on his computer, turned on the air conditioner and enjoyed the rare time of relaxation, while at the same time he pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on the two of them.

However, she did not greet Baijiu immediately. Instead, she looked down at the timer on her wrist, which showed 1:58.

She took off her gloves, raised her eyes to look at Baijiu, and smiled sweetly, "You are finally here."

Baijiu also showed a long-lost smile, "I knew it was you."

Vermouth brushed her long hair back, while Baijiu picked up the towel on the shore and wiped her hair.

His thumb stroked the side of her face from time to time, and although he said nothing, he said everything.

"Do you miss me?" Baijiu asked.

"You asked that question." Vermouth laughed and punched his chest with his fist, "Don't ask nonsense questions."

"It's a little embarrassing." Baijiu was unusually shy.

Macallan heard the hidden meaning in the words, "I'm leaving! Liquor Team Leader!"

He stood up from the sofa, straightened his body, smiled, and waved at the two of them, "Call me if you have anything to say."

"Ahem." Baijiu cleared his throat.

"You are now..."

Before he finished speaking, Vermouth took the initiative to put her arm around Baijiu's waist, pressed her forehead against his, and she could hear his breathing clearly.

A few drops of water from the hair fell onto Baijiu's shoulders.

She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head: "There's no one here, why are you still so reserved?"

"Aren't you being monitored by that person now?" Baijiu asked.

"No." Vermouth said, "He trusts me very much."

Baijiu lifted her suspenders and covered her right face with his hand: "You look better in your original form. That woman is not as pretty as you."

"Ok?"

"What are you talking about?" Vermouth asked, "Praise more."

Baijiu smiled and said, "Answer my question first."

"What's the problem?" Vermouth blinked and said, "Oh," "You are like a child sometimes."

Suddenly, a breeze blew.

Vermouth's fingertips gently brushed across Baijiu's brow:

"Every time the wind blows, I think of you, because I know that you must be thinking of me again."