Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 784 I am a clown

Baijiu stood in the darkest corner of the room, holding the phone, his voice deliberately low and hoarse: "Minister."

Lao Hei's gaze shifted from Debrook lying on the hospital bed to Baijiu with a hint of barely perceptible worry.

Baijiu's voice continued, with a heavy sense of fatigue: "No, he is unwilling to cooperate. Yes, Minister... unless we read the declaration..."

As he spoke, he slowly squatted down and sat in the cold metal chair in the corner, "Reading on the live broadcast..."

He paused, as if swallowing a huge bitterness: "I'm sorry... This is the only way..."

The busy tone of the phone being hung up was particularly harsh in the silence.

Baijiu hugged his forehead tightly with his arms, curled up in the chair, avoiding all light, and his back revealed an indescribable desolation.

Debruk looked at the shadow in the corner with shock.

He couldn't believe it! He couldn't believe that such a huge organization as the "Brewery" would actually compromise and give in to him!

An indescribable warmth instantly rushed to his eyes, and the corners of his eyes quickly turned red and moist.

Lao Hei took heavy steps, picked up the remote control on the bedside table, pointed it at the TV and pressed the volume button.

"Trade and global markets plummeted." The news anchor's voice sounded again.

"Wait a moment..." The host's voice paused for half a second, and then came in a more formal, slightly puzzled tone, "We just received a notification that we have some additional news to report."

The camera cuts back to the studio.

The news anchor straightened his back and took the press release handed to him by the staff with both hands.

He lifted the frame of his glasses with his index finger, his eyes quickly scanned the paper, and his brows gradually furrowed.

He carefully smoothed the corner of the paper with his thumb, seemingly digesting the sudden content. Finally, he raised his head and faced the camera with an extremely serious expression:

"I got a document from Nils Debrouck. He is a nuclear weapons expert." Hearing his name, Debrouck sat up straight suddenly, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into amazing brilliance, staring at the screen.

The anchor continued: "He claims to be the manufacturer of the weapons used in recent attacks. I have been asked by my superiors to read the declaration in full."

Lao Hei watched Debrook closely with his peripheral vision.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly with excitement, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and his whole body seemed to be injected with new vitality, glowing with morbid excitement.

In stark contrast, there was the white wine in the corner. He was still deeply sunken in the shadow of the chair, his figure wrapped in layers of darkness, his spine slightly bent, his hands hanging limply on his knees, his head lowered.

The light coming in from the window seemed to deliberately avoid him.

The news anchor began to read: "There can be no peace without suffering first. The greater the suffering, the longer the peace. Humanity is heading towards self-destruction, like a moth to a flame. The so-called defenders of peace - the church, the government, the law - work tirelessly to save humanity..."

As Debruk listened, a satisfied smile appeared on his face from time to time, as if he was admiring his most proud masterpiece, and his eyes were full of morbid admiration.

He even proudly stretched out his left arm to Lao Hei beside him, as if showing off his victory. Lao Hei's face turned ashen, and the last ray of light in his eyes was extinguished. At this moment, his dignity was being wantonly trampled upon by Debrook.

Debrook took the phone, his face full of satisfaction, and acted superior: "Now...it's useless for you to know this."

He handed the phone back to Lao Hei, cast a provocative look at the dusty figure in the corner, and his voice was full of confidence that he was in control of everything: "The die is cast."

Lao Hei placed his phone flat on the bedside table with an expressionless face.

Then, he bent down, lifted a laptop from the ground, and placed it steadily in the center of the table. His rough fingers pinched a metal data cable and accurately inserted it into the port on the bottom of the phone.

The computer screen lit up instantly, and the faint blue light illuminated his resolute face.

A complex circular interface appears, and on the right side of the center of the circle, a green progress bar is slowly and steadily moving forward.

There was an external device connected to the top of the computer, with a silver-gray button on the top. Lao Hei's thumb pressed the button decisively.

In the center of the circle, the dark green words "Decrypting" light up.

On the TV, the news anchor's voice continued: "But by avoiding disaster, they also postponed it. Only through the baptism of fire can the final peace be born. The catastrophe I bring you is not the beginning of the end, but through shared suffering."

On the computer screen, data streams, waveforms, and complex codes poured down like waterfalls, quickly filling the entire interface.

Baijiu stared at the screen with bated breath. The feeling of dejection he had just felt instantly disappeared. With eyes as sharp as an eagle, he whispered, "Did it work?"

Lao Hei didn't answer, but just calmly tapped on the keyboard.

The screen switched again, revealing a sophisticated blueprint of the nuclear device. The complex lines and symbols were clearly visible, dazzling the eyes.

In the back, the news anchor's voice continued: "The beginning of increasing mutual understanding is the first step towards the ultimate unity of mankind."

Lao Hei tilted his head, and a relieved smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Success."

"The disaster I bring to you is the bridge to ultimate peace." The host's voice fell.

At this time, Debrook still didn't notice anything unusual, and laughed triumphantly in the direction of the white wine: "Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Baijiu leaned forward slightly, his posture tense and restrained, accumulating a certain strength. His facial features appeared cold and stern in the backlight, his almond-shaped eyes revealing determination and fierceness.

He opened his lips slightly and uttered two words clearly: "Do it."

"thumping!"

There was a deafening roar outside the ward!

Debruk's laughter stopped abruptly, and he trembled all over at the sudden sound.

Then, "Bang! Bang!" There were two more loud noises! Debruk shuddered with fear.

He was horrified to find that the surrounding scenes faded away like a phantom.

The "ward" he was in disappeared in an instant, replaced by an empty, dusty warehouse.

In the corner was the temporary stage setting where the news anchor had just read the script!

Baijiu slowly stood up from the chair, his face returning to its usual calmness and composure.

All the desolation and compromise just now were just a carefully planned "script".

From the first moment they stepped into the room, he and Lao Hei had already entered the "actor" state, just to perform this big show for Debrook.

There is only one purpose - to hack his phone.

Baijiu took a leisurely step towards the hospital bed—or rather, the lonely bed in the middle of the warehouse.

Debruk seemed to have his spine pulled out and he collapsed instantly. His arrogant attitude disappeared, leaving only the confusion caused by huge fear.

His mind was blank and he had no energy to think about what had just happened.

Debrook was suddenly shocked to find that the "news anchor" on the TV screen was actually standing in front of him alive.

The man looked at the liquor and asked in a relaxed tone, "Did it work?"

Baijiu looked down at Debrook and said calmly, "Of course it succeeded."

The host heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. His eyes suddenly grew stern, and he slammed his fingertips onto the edge of his cheek, tearing it apart with all his might!

"Tear--"

A teeth-grinding peeling sound was heard.

An elaborate disguise mask was torn off and thrown aside. Beneath the mask, Macallan's face, with a playful smile, was revealed.

Witnessing all this, Debruk's fear reached its peak.

He curled up helplessly, his pupils constricting violently in extreme horror.

His chest heaved violently, causing the IV tube beside him to shake wildly. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his wrinkled face twisted into a ball of fear and disbelief.

Macallan stretched his neck and adjusted his messy tie. Under his unkempt hair, his eyebrows raised high. He looked at Baijiu and Laohei and said with a smile, "I told you we would succeed."

Debruk looked at the three people standing side by side in front of the bed - the calm Baijiu, the resolute Lao Hei, and Macallan with a victorious smile.

Their eyes were as calm as water, and their faces were filled with the ease of being in control of the overall situation.

"I... I don't understand..." Debruk's voice stammered with fear, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, "The attack... didn't happen?" He was unwilling to believe this cruel reality, and unwilling to accept that everything he had carefully planned was just an empty dream.

Lao Hei showed a cold smile on his face and nodded, "You were in a car accident an hour ago."

McCarron immediately agreed, his tone light: "I was driving the car that hit you."

Baijiu stood in front of him, his voice not loud, but full of decisive judgment:

"Nothing has been accomplished."

"It's what we say that counts."