Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Before Ai Haibara and the others went to the bank.

In a room somewhere in Base 1, Qi Ming was standing next to a whiteboard, pasting a map of Beika Town onto it.

Carlsberg stood obediently in front of Qi Ming, looking exactly like a greenhorn.

"Since you've never done this before, I'll give you a quick test to see what we need to prepare for robbing a bank."

Qi Ming looked at Le Bao and pointed at the map on the whiteboard with a marker.

"First, we need to choose our targets. Your level is too low right now, so we can only rob some small banks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Ming pulled out his pen cap and circled many banks on the map in red, and then marked each of them with a star rating.

"Once you have enough experience and have your own team, you can take on some more challenging tasks."

"Uh-huh."

As LeBur heard Qi Ming's instructions, his head bobbed up and down, and he pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, constantly recording various locations.

People who are used to being treated like beasts of burden are like this: they could clearly just take pictures of these things with their phones, but they insist on taking notes in a notebook.

Qi Ming understood this principle, so when he saw the actions of this seasoned worker from Carlsberg, he couldn't help but straighten his back and get incredibly excited.

Now he understands the mindset of those in leadership positions.

Taking photos with your phone shows you're being perfunctory, while writing them down in a notebook shows you're serious and that what your boss says is true.

After Carlsberg stopped writing, Qi Ming looked at Carlsberg and said:

"Come on, pick a bank you like on this map."

"Should I choose?"

Carlson tapped his chin with his pen, feeling that all the branches seemed pretty much the same, so he just picked one at random.

"This branch, shall we?"

Qi Ming was too lazy to look at the map. Anyway, now that he, the boss, was personally leading the newbies, it didn't matter which choice he made.

"Okay, then let me ask you, what should we do as the first step?"

Carlsberg felt a chill run down his spine.

As this seasoned employee had predicted, the boss set a question.

And his answer later will definitely affect Master Ma's opinion of him!

Carl Bruck was deep in thought, his head bowed. Based on the movies he'd watched before, the first step should be...

Carlsberg looked at Qi Ming and tentatively said:

"Should we conduct an on-site inspection first?"

"..."

Snapped!

Qi Ming gave Carlsberg a large pen.

"Have you been watching too many movies? You need to investigate such a small bank? Do you think it's the central bank?"

"Weapons, prepare the equipment, do you understand?"

Carlson was a little dazed after being slapped by Qi Ming. It took him a while to recover and he nodded repeatedly.

The head that had been shaken from side to side by Qi Ming's punch was now being shaken up and down by Qi Ming's hand, and it was shaken evenly.

"I understand, I understand."

"Hmph, go get it, I'll check it when I get back."

"Okay okay."

A few minutes later, Carlsberg returned from the equipment room.

Although he made a mistake in answering Qi Ming's questions based on the movie, the equipment he brought this time was actually quite decent.

Submachine guns, bulletproof vests, grenades, flashbangs, tear gas, and wall-breaking C4.

Qi Ming nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that Carlson had acquired the equipment quite well.

The bag was quite heavy. Qi Ming took the equipment out of the bag and placed it on the ground before rummaging deeper into the bag.

However, as he searched, Qi Ming's initially cheerful expression gradually turned cold.

In addition to the standard kit items mentioned earlier, the bag also contained a magazine with nearly 300 rounds of ammunition, several compressed biscuits, several pieces of chocolate, and other snacks.

Perhaps feeling embarrassed for answering the question wrong, Carlsberg kept his head down the entire time after returning from the equipment room.

Hearing the noise stop, Carlson spoke up somewhat solicitously:

"Mr. Ma, could you please check if there's anything else you're missing?"

Carlsberg secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was hard to admit, he cheated on his way to the equipment room by searching for the answers online.

I've already disappointed Master Ma once, I can't afford to make a mistake again this time!

The standard equipment at the front of the bag was what he had packed himself, but the stuff at the back was all looted by him.

Netizens suggested that extra bullets should be carried so that when police cars catch up during the escape, there will be enough bullets to blow out their tires.

Netizens suggested that people should bring some energy bars or similar food items to provide enough energy during the long police chase.

Carlsberg thought it made a lot of sense, so he did everything he was told, preferring to take more rather than less.

"Hmm, that's too little."

Qi Ming stared expressionlessly at the back of Carlson's head as he remained bowing.

"We don't have enough bullets, and we don't have enough snacks either."

"what?"

Carlsberg looked up in surprise.

It seems the netizens' suggestions were correct; these things are indeed needed.

I felt like I had brought enough, but I didn't expect it to be too little.

"Master Ma, shall I go to the equipment room and get some more?"

"You fucking want some more?"

Snapped!

Qi Ming slapped him again, finally unable to hold back and cursing wildly at Tu Bao.

"Can't you tell I'm being sarcastic?!"

"sorry!"

"You're carrying so many bullets to rob a small branch bank? Are you trying to shoot zombies or play a biohazard game here? Guns are for deterrence, not for killing people!"

"sorry!"

"There are snacks too, I can take them without a problem, but are you taking them on a picnic near the bank?"

"Really sorry!"

……

Five minutes later, Carlsberg stood there, utterly dejected.

Qi Ming was too lazy to curse anymore.

He had just thought the young man was quite clever, but it turned out he really did pull a fast one, just like his name suggested.

Seeing that Carlson had finally stopped talking, Qi Ming then said:

"Remember this: when robbing a bank, you can only carry three things in your backpack—money, weapons, and another backpack for money as a spare. Got it?"

"I understand, I understand."

Carlson nodded repeatedly; his ears were still ringing a little.

"...So what do you think we should do in the second step?"

Carlsberg's expression hardened.

Here we go again, the leader's test!

However, after the two defeats just now, Carlsberg has completely understood.

Let's give up thinking and let our instincts answer everything!

Without hesitation, Carlsberg immediately replied:

"Disguise yourself!"

"Hey, not bad."

Qi Ming raised an eyebrow and continued to ask:

"So, what's the final step?"

"Prepare your escape gear!"

"..."

After hearing Carlsberg's answer, Qi Ming's expression became somewhat strange.

What's going on? Could it be that I possess some kind of holy master's skill?

Did my scolding just now wake this guy up?

Seeing Qi Ming fall silent, Le Bao shrank back and stammered, "..."

"Uncle Ma, did I say something wrong again?"

Qi Ming snapped out of his daze and patted Carlson on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"You've got a perfect score now."

Then, Qi Ming reminded Carlsberg again.

"Actually, there's another question, but I'll tell you the answer directly."

"That means you should pay more attention to your words and actions during the bank robbery."

"Speech and behavior?"

Qi Ming turned his back and said with the air of a master:

"Remember to look at the camera, let the camera capture your most handsome look, and also make those people think you're a lunatic."

Carlsberg's expression froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Oh, I get it!"

Qi Ming glanced at Carlson, waved, and walked out of the room, saying to him:

"Understood, let's set off now."