It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 500: Chattering

He looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

He then clicked on the target lock on Conan, and the next second he saw the tall figure of Tequila from his side.

Bertrand fell silent for a moment. "That's true."

He took out his cell phone and called him after he hung up the call he was on.

Looking at the strange number displayed, Tequila hesitated for a moment, clicked to answer, and a sweet voice came from the phone.

"Hi~ Tequila~"

He was silent for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Bertlanci?"

Conan, who was hiding nearby, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Bertrand laughed and said, "Don't open the suitcase in your hand unless you want to be blown to pieces~"

Tequila meal.

Bertrand spoke in a bad tone, snorted twice, hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak, and called Gin instead.

"What's the matter?" Gin asked without any emotion.

"It's so annoying. I can't just call you when there's nothing wrong~" Bertrand said in an awkward voice.

Gin: "..."

After laughing for two minutes, Bertrand finally got down to business before he hung up the phone. He told him the story about Tequila in a very concise manner and then hung up the phone in a cool manner.

Putting his phone away, Gin glanced in the direction of the hotel, then reached into his pocket and took out a small transparent box.

You can vaguely see a beautiful butterfly in the box.

Noticing Gin's actions, Vodka felt a chill down his spine and his eyes became more serious as he looked at the air in front of him.

What happened again?

Then he thought again: I always feel that under the influence of Bertrand, my brother also thinks it is easier to just blow up the target with a bomb...

After all, who would notice a little butterfly flying by?

With Bertrand's reminder, Tequila had no intention of opening the suitcase to check what was inside.

Although I don't know how Bertrand knew it, it's always right to listen to him.

Glancing down at the suitcase, a sinister look flashed across Tequila's eyes.

Because he was holding a box of bombs in his hand, he didn't care about the little devil that appeared beside him. He glanced at him and ignored him and left.

But at the same time, he didn't know that there was a transmitter on his trouser leg.

However, Bertranci, who was still in the live broadcast room, saw it.

He tilted his head slightly, then swung one hand helplessly, "He's the only one around. Is he afraid that the organization won't know that he installed the transmitter?"

"Unless Tequila dies like in the original story~"

Humming a tune nonchalantly, he continued to play in the amusement park.

Arriving in front of the haunted house, Bertrand ran over excitedly.

After handing the ragdoll cat to the staff to take care of it, he ran in happily. Once he entered the haunted house, he found it quiet and dark.

There were several young boys and girls who entered the haunted house with him.

They all dyed their hair and looked like gangsters.

However, their attitude is indeed bad.

The red-haired boy glanced at Bertranci with his eyes slanted, walked towards him with one hand in his pocket, and put his hand on his shoulder, "Hey? Such a little kid comes to the haunted house alone? You really won't be scared to tears in here? Hahahahaha..."

Several people behind him also laughed along with him.

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Bertrand tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn't understand why he suddenly came over and talked to him.