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The two eventually returned to the base.

However, it wasn't for a boring debriefing meeting; rather, Carlsberg was quite principled in preparing to return the equipment.

Qi Ming suddenly thought of Kaito Kuroba while in the car. Since he still had some free time today, he decided to call him over to get to know him better beforehand.

"Ma, boss, you've come back just in time. There are some important things that require your decision."

Vermouth, who was handling organizational matters, saw Qi Ming walking in through the passage and quickly greeted him.

Looking at the strange clothes the two were wearing, even Vermouth couldn't guess what Qi Ming had taken this peripheral member to do.

Stopping her thoughts on these things, Vermouth glanced at the documents in her hand and said:

"Regarding the research equipment within the organization, what do you think is appropriate...?"

"Don't ask me these questions. Just handle it however you think is right."

Before Vermouth could finish speaking, Qi Ming waved his hand and said directly:

"I entrusted these tasks to you precisely because I trust you."

"..."

Vermouth's feelings were completely different.

Carlsberg felt that Mr. Ma had the air of a ruthless hero!

Don't use people who are suspicious, don't use people!

Vermouth's idea was much simpler.

Qi Ming just doesn't understand these things and wants to be lazy...

"By the way, this person's code name is Tuborg, so let's include him in the code name member group."

Qi Ming patted Carlson on the shoulder and said to Belmod.

"This person is Vermouth, who is also my teacher."

Vermouth glanced at Qi Ming with amusement.

Does this guy still remember this?

So can't you at least show me a little bit of respect?

Carlsberg felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

teacher?

What should I call the boss's teacher again?

Seeing that Vermouth was looking at him, Carlson didn't have time to think and immediately bowed and said to Vermouth in a loud voice:

"!! Hello, Mrs. Vermouth, please take care of me from now on!"

"..."

After Carlsberg's words, both Vermouth and Qi Ming fell silent.

Vermouth's expression stiffened, and after a moment of inner turmoil, she turned her gaze to Qi Ming.

My mood inexplicably became somewhat complicated.

Could this person have told this guy from Jiaolebao something on the way?

But what exactly was said?

What the heck is "boss lady"?

Qi Ming took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen Carlsberg act foolishly, but this time he really couldn't stand it anymore.

Without hesitation, Qi Mingzhang, his face flushed, delivered a knee strike to Carl's kidneys.

"What the hell are you spouting here?"

Carlson clutched his back and knelt on the ground, groaning in pain, but in the end he still managed to apologize despite the agony.

“…Yes, I’m sorry.”

Looking at Qi Ming's slightly flushed cheeks, Vermouth felt increasingly strange.

Even if that person just said something wrong, there's no need for this kind of reaction, right?

As she waited for Qi Ming to say his next words, Vermouth's mindset shifted from one extreme to another.

Qi Ming then yelled at Carlson:

"Who gave you the audacity to insult me? Do you even know that Vermouth is practically my milk?!"

"..."

Qi Ming gave a verbal explanation to Carlson before regaining his composure and looking at Vermouth again.

Where were we?

Vermouth crossed her arms and forced a smile as she replied:

"...Sorry, boss, I'm getting old and don't remember things very well."

"Tsk, useless thing."

Qi Ming gently kicked the still-prone Le Bao and said:

"Don't let his seemingly foolish appearance fool you, he's actually quite capable."

"Oh? You've got some skills, huh?"

Vermouth calmed herself down before raising an eyebrow and looking at Tuborg again.

To be honest, she didn't see anything particularly special about this person.

Then, Vermouth looked at the four heavy black bags that Carlson had accidentally dropped and asked:

"what is this?"

"Robbed from a bank."

"..."

Vermouth suddenly realized that she might have misjudged him.

He integrated into the organization as soon as it was reformed; this person's ability to adapt is quite remarkable.

"Um, Vermouth-senpai, I'll need your help in the future. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

Seeing that Vermouth was staring intently at him, LeBron endured the pain and stood up, taking out six bundles of banknotes from the black bag full of cash.

Each note has a face value of 10000, and each bundle contains 100 notes.

"Um, you actually put your heart into it?"

Vermouth accepted the money from Carlson with a somewhat bewildered look, her eyes involuntarily glancing at the bag full of banknotes.

It seems that each bill has a face value of 10000.

Four identical bags... So, based on this, it seems that during the time she stayed at the organization to handle matters, these two robbed her of nearly 1 billion yuan?

...It does seem to be more lucrative than doing scientific research.

"Why did you look into my bag, Vermouth-senpai?"

On the other side, Carlson keenly noticed Vermouth's gaze and, recalling his earlier rude remarks, realized his mistake.

You didn't give me enough of your own money!

Without hesitation, Carlson zipped up the black bag and pushed all three money bags on the ground over.

"Senior Vermouth, these are all gifts from me to you!"

"Then, Mr. Ma, Senior Vermouth, I won't bother you any longer, I'll be leaving now."

Not wanting to stay any longer and cause more trouble, Carlsberg left, one hand on his lower back and the other holding his weapon bag.

Vermouth glanced helplessly at the heavy pile of money on the ground.

What should we do with this money?

Just as Qi Ming was about to have Vermouth use the money to distribute bonuses to the existing codename members, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Kaito Kuroba: Brother, I've arrived.

Qi Ming glanced at the text message from Kuroba Kaito, then waved to Vermouth and said:

"You take this money and distribute it among yourselves, and remember to give Lao Qin a larger share as well."

"My new employee has arrived. I'll go out and meet him."

"A new employee? Phantom Thief Kid is still the pastry chef."

"Kaitou Kidd."

Kaito Kid?

Vermouth hesitated for a moment before speaking to Qi Ming.

"Can you take me to see him? He and I... what exactly does that look in your eyes mean?"

Seeing Qi Ming's mocking expression, Vermouth couldn't help but clench her fists.

Qi Ming covered his mouth and chuckled strangely.

"Look, we look quite alike."

"Quite similar?"

Vermouth frowned at Qi Ming with a puzzled look.

picture?

Can we really find even the slightest commonality among them?

Seeing Vermouth's bewildered expression, Qi Ming leaned close to Vermouth's ear and whispered something.

"We don't like old people."

"..."

"...That's quite a coincidence."

Vermouth really wants to hit someone right now.