The famous criminal in the world of Conan

Chapter 572: White Horse Pine's Appearance

Seeing this, Pinot Gris immediately added another heavy punch, hitting Vermouth's right cheek hard.

Vermouth's body fell directly to the ground, and the pistol in her hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground...

"Cough cough..."

Vermouth coughed twice, and blood flowed out of her mouth unconsciously.

Drop by drop, it fell on the muddy grass.

Seeing Vermouth's embarrassed posture, Grigio felt a little relieved. A hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but she suppressed it again.

This woman is different from her. If she is killed, it will cause big problems...

Pinot Grigio bent down and picked up the silver-white revolver that Vermouth had dropped from the ground.

She weighed it twice, then unloaded all the bullets from the pistol and threw them aside.

"boom!"

Pinot Gris kicked Vermouth hard, causing her body to lie flat on its side.

"Tell me, now... who is afraid of whom!"

"Cough cough..."

Vermouth couldn't help but cough twice again. She was already seriously injured, and now after being hit twice like this, she felt like her whole body was about to fall apart.

But despite this, she still managed a mocking smile.

"The more you do this, the more incompetent you appear..."

“Hehe…Hehe…”

Damn!

Pinot Gris was extremely angry and wanted to kill the woman in front of him who had no ability to fight back!

But, she couldn't...

The identity of the organization and Vermouth's position in the organization were like a mountain, pressing down on her head.

Make her unable to move!

She knew that what Vermouth said was actually true.

She was just angry and humiliated now, she really couldn't do anything about this woman.

but......

"Crack!"

Pinot Gris pulled the bolt and pointed the gun at Conan who was sitting in the black Peugeot sedan.

"I can't really touch you, but I can make you regret it forever!"

cool guy......

Despair filled Vermouth's eyes. She was now powerless.

Or, couldn't catch up?

......

“Pah pah pah…Pah pah pah…”

A burst of crisp applause rang out from a distance.

The sudden applause made Vermouth and Pinot Grigio both stunned. They both held their breath and looked in the direction of the sound in different ways.

They could hear steady footsteps approaching from the direction of the woods.

Along with the footsteps came a cold, bland voice without a trace of warmth.

"It's wonderful."

"Thank you, ladies, for allowing me to enjoy this farce organized by the organization."

The cold words gradually fell.

However, the temperature of the surrounding woods did not rise.

Bai Ma Song, dressed in black, carrying a guitar bag on his back and wearing a tall black top hat, slowly came into the sight of the two.

In the forest where the silver light was mostly obscured by dark clouds, his windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and his short brown hair looked inexplicably cold in the eyes of the two men. The SIG P226 pistol in his hand clearly explained his purpose.

Seeing Baima Song slowly walking towards this side, Pinot Gris shuddered subconsciously and took two steps back unconsciously.

Bai Masong's outfit, his cold words, and the murderous intent in his eyes reminded Grigio of someone -

Gin!

Pinot Gris was surprised by her idea.

There's no way, it's just too similar.

No wonder, she had heard Vodka and Tequila say that this White Horse police officer should be the same person as them...

"Da da da..."

Bai Ma Song walked slowly to Pinot Gris.

The sound of a bullet being loaded brought Pinot Gris back to his senses.

She immediately clenched the pistol in her hand, staring at the white horse pine that suddenly appeared in front of her, staring at this uninvited guest.

At the same time, he glanced at Vermouth who was lying on the ground next to him.

She knew that it was impossible to resist Bai Ma Song by her own strength, so she placed her hope on the half-crippled Vermouth. There is a saying that goes, "Brothers quarrel within the walls while the enemy is attacked from outside." She felt that a senior in the organization like Vermouth would surely be so sensible.

who knows......

Vermouth looked at Baimasong's approaching figure, a smile flashed across the corners of her mouth, her whole body completely relaxed, she fell to the ground completely powerless, and slowly closed her eyes.

Finally... I caught up...

Depend on!

Gris Pinot cursed subconsciously in his mind, stepped back quickly, and raised the pistol in his hand, wanting to take the initiative and shoot Baimasong first.

We are all human beings, and we all hold guns in our hands. Why do you think you will definitely win?

"boom!"

Bai Masong had completed all the actions of drawing and firing the SIG P226 in his hand at some point without knowing it.

A bullet streaked across the dark forest and hit the wrist of Pinot Gris who was holding a gun not far away.

"what!"

Pinot Gris felt pain in his wrist and screamed unconsciously, and the pistol in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Baimasong walked forward slowly and at an even pace.

It's really funny how someone would dare to fight him.

Even if they are both using guns, the power of the gun will be completely different depending on who holds the gun.

Vermouth can shoot the fuel tank of the car behind him without looking back just by observing through the rearview mirror. It seems that her shooting skills are also very good.

However, at the level of Bai Masong and others, accuracy is just a basic requirement.

Apart from anything else, Daisuke Jigen, whose marksmanship is on par with Hakubamatsu's, only needs 0.3 seconds from drawing his gun to aiming and shooting.

And this time means that people like Vermouth and Pinot Gris may just blink, and the muzzle of the gun will be stuffed into their mouths.

Bai Masong smiled coldly in his heart.

He walked forward, kicked the pistol next to Pinot Grigio away, and then fired two shots quickly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Pinot Gris didn't even have the space to block before being hit in the legs by two bullets.

He had lost control and fell to the ground.

A few minutes ago, she treated Vermouth in the same way. At that time, she was in great glory and thought she was in control of everything.

But now, all that was left for her was her own weak moans...