Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"We haven't been able to find them yet."

"Neither the Dark Knight nor the FBI have made any moves, could it be..."

After searching for several days without success, Amuro and Vermouth finally met with Rum to report the situation.

The fact that nothing has gone wrong in the last few days has led some to wonder if Curaçao, like some other members of the organization, has found an opportunity to escape.

Vermouth knew very well that she had almost executed that woman, but at the critical moment, Rum recognized her abilities, saved her life, and brought her under his command.

In this situation, it's hard to say how long her loyalty will last...

"Do you think she has the guts?" Rum asked, glancing at the two men.

Amuro and Vermouth remained silent in response.

Amuro knew the truth, and seeing Rum's confidence, he didn't really want to talk about it.

Vermouth thought to herself, "Not necessarily."

In the past, I definitely wouldn't have had the guts to do this. They would hunt you down to the ends of the earth. With organized money and resources, countless people would be searching for your whereabouts.

However, ever since the Dark Knight appeared, the organization has been suffering setbacks at his hands, and who knows if he might develop rebellious intentions.

These three people each had their own thoughts, and their inner thoughts were quite fascinating.

Despite the overwhelming troubles caused by the Dark Knight, Rum still had some confidence in the organization's strength.

We can't just look at the gains and losses in one place or at one time. The organization's businesses are spread all over the world. No matter how powerful the Dark Knight is, he only operates in Tokyo, Japan.

"The calmer things are between the Dark Knight and the FBI, the more it proves that Curaçao is in their hands."

Rum walked to the window, lit a cigar, and said, exhaling smoke.

The prosthetic eye paired with the bald head created a somewhat eerie atmosphere in the dimly lit room.

“What should we do? The FBI agents have all gone into hiding lately,” Vermouth continued to ask.

I will listen to you.

The pot is yours too.

"Let's withdraw all our personnel. If this continues, some people will inevitably have objections. Let's prepare for the worst."

“Curaçao has a lot of stuff stored up in his head.” After saying that, Rum turned around and left the hotel room first.

He also prepared other accommodations.

"Not looking anymore?" Amuro asked Vermouth with a frown after the other person left.

Is he really giving up, or does this bald old man have other plans?

"do not know."

“However, if he really falls into the hands of the FBI, things will probably turn upside down,” Vermouth said, glancing at Bourbon.

Why do you think I was ordered to execute her in the first place?

The organization's plans, spanning over half a century, revolve around the topic of immortality. It involves countless family conglomerates and high-ranking politicians; a single glance at it would leave an indelible mark. She must have been quite perplexed...

After the meeting, back in his car, Amuro was still frowning in thought.

Curaçao is clearly far more important than I imagined.

Should we call and ask?
That guy hasn't made a move yet, is he brewing something?

Amuro felt a chill run down his spine whenever he recalled Vermouth's manner of speaking.

This matter is definitely not as simple as Rum makes it out to be...

……

The next day.

The camping trip has ended.

The group returned to Beika Town.

The three people with the strange relationship also went home.

“I’m planning to go back to Singapore,” Rachel said to Lin Feng after answering a phone call.

"What happened?" Lin Feng asked with concern, a little curious.

She didn't look very happy. "A family member is sick and hospitalized. It's nothing serious, but I still have to go back and see them." Rachel hugged the repairman with a hint of reluctance.

I've had a really great time here.

"Call me if you have any problems, and come back right away when you're all better," Lin Feng said, gently patting her back.

"Are you really planning to have me be your secretary for life?" Rachel smiled, glared at him, and asked.

“Of course, I offer the highest salary.” Lin Feng sent a text message with a smile.

The money transfer process is too troublesome, requiring all sorts of complicated verifications. This can be handled by Hongshu.

Although Rachel owns a house and a car in the area, she's not like Yumi, a rich woman who throws her credit cards around. She still needs to earn a living and has to give her family an explanation.

Hiroki's efficiency was astonishing; in less than a minute, Rachel's phone received a text message confirming the transfer.

"so much?!"

She was startled.

Converted to Japanese yen, it would probably be two or three hundred million.

She's a professional secretary; you can tell how capable she is just by the speed at which she transfers money. My own bank card is overseas, so the procedures are more complicated.

I haven't noticed that you have any profitable businesses operating in this area.

"This is a gift from your new boss," Lin Feng said, adopting a capitalist demeanor.

"No, I would never do anything strange for money!" Rachel clutched her chest, panicking as she spoke.

Her full breasts heaved violently, like a frightened little white rabbit.

"That's not up to you!" Lin Feng also got into character, playing the beastly boss, and slammed the door shut, ready to make his move.

"I will call the police!"

Seeing the other man reveal his explosive muscles, Rachel swallowed hard, still determined to die rather than submit.

"The police are indeed quite scary."

"Never mind then," Lin Feng said, and prepared to pick up the clothes on the ground.

Never mind, never mind...

"Well, you're something else!"

Rachel pounced on him, transforming from a helpless white rabbit into a hungry wolf.

You're not playing by the rules, are you?

“Wait a minute, Secretary Rachel, please have some self-respect…”

……

Nearly an hour passed quietly.

The room was a complete mess.

Clothes were thrown about, one piece to the left and one piece to the right. The hungry wolf had turned into a docile sheep, panting slightly, its snow-white and graceful figure lying helplessly on the bed.

“Secretary Rachel, I will call the police.” Compared to her, Lin Feng remained composed, even more energetic, as he sat on the edge of the bed and reprimanded her.

"Whatever, it's worth going to jail." Rachel rolled her eyes at the lecherous boss who spoke righteously but groped his employees all over the place.

She's really gone crazy this time.

It wasn't just because I received a salary.

Well, there is some connection.

Even if someone likes or is obsessed with something, a normal person will always think about their future.

"To be honest, my sudden decision to return to Singapore this time, isn't that exactly what you wanted?" Rachel asked Lin Feng with dissatisfaction.

It seems like your "friendship" has deepened quite a bit!
“I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Secretary Rachel, it’s still early…” Lin Feng pulled her over.

"Are you Superman or made of iron...?" (End of Chapter)