I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

Vermouth looked down at the completely cold corpse on the ground, and a pang of regret did indeed cross her mind.

After all, Calvados may not be the most capable person, but he is obedient and loyal.

If you tell him to go east, he will never go west; if you tell him to bite someone, he will never let go.

This type of sycophantic subordinate is indeed a scarce resource in the organization, and they are very easy to use.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't heartbroken to be shot by Lin Shen with three shots like that.

But Vermouth also knew that the person was already dead, and no amount of heartache could bring him back.

The more important thing right now is to figure out how to reach an agreement with this madman in front of me.

She looked up, her expression shifting to one of resentment and helplessness, her tone softening considerably, carrying a "for your own good" air.

"President Lin, why did you just act like that? Calvados is a long-time member of the organization. Killing him like this... will cause trouble later."

She even frowned slightly, as if she was genuinely considering how to handle the mess Lin Shen would make.

Upon hearing her words, Lin Shen couldn't help but scoff. He leaned back in his booth, crossed his arms, and spoke with undisguised contempt:

"Trouble? What trouble? I even dared to kill Rum's cousin!"

"Tell me, what's this Calvados's background? How powerful is he?"

"Tell me, let me see if I can afford to mess with you."

Vermouth was taken aback by his words, and the smile on her face froze for less than half a second before returning to normal.

She chuckled softly, twirled a strand of hair that fell over her shoulder with her fingers, and replied in a light, airy tone:

"He doesn't have any particularly powerful connections... but he's been a long-time member of the organization for many years, so he must have some connections and relationships."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Shen interrupted her directly: "No background?"

He sneered, "Without connections, he's just a nobody, huh?"

"How dare this nobody be so arrogant? Arrogant and pathetic, who else but him deserves to die?"

He picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and after putting the cup down, casually added:

"You should burn some incense for him later, so that he'll remember this when he's reincarnated in his next life: don't be so arrogant."

Vermouth looked at his face, which seemed to say, "I've already killed him, what can you do about it?" She knew that continuing to dwell on this topic would be pointless.

She smiled knowingly and replied, "Okay, okay, I'll remember to burn some incense for him later."

After saying that, she didn't look at the corpse on the ground again, as if it were just a bag of trash forgotten in a corner.

She took out her phone, dialed a number, and said in a tone as indifferent as if she were ordering takeout: "Could you please come and collect a corpse? Cafe 221B."

After hanging up the phone, she put it back in her pocket, then turned around and called out towards the bar, "Manager, is my coffee ready yet?"

Akemi was standing behind the bar, still in a state of shock.

She watched helplessly as Lin Shen shot and killed someone, and then watched as Vermouth nonchalantly made a phone call to have the body collected...

This ruthlessness completely shattered her worldview in just a few minutes!

Hearing Vermouth call her name, she snapped out of her daze, quickly responded, and hurriedly brought over the freshly brewed coffee, carefully placing it on the table in front of Vermouth.

"Please...please enjoy your meal." Her voice still carried a trace of lingering nervousness.

Vermouth picked up her glass and took a sip. Her gaze lingered for a moment on Akemi's tense and uneasy face, a playful smile appearing on her lips.

"You and your sister are completely different."

Holding her coffee cup, she spoke casually, as if chatting about everyday things, "Shirley is quite daring."

"He always remains expressionless no matter what happens, and never panics."

When Akemi heard her mention her younger sister, she paused for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "You...you know Shiho?"

Vermouth took another sip of coffee, gazing out the window, her tone carrying an indifferent air that was hard to define—a mixture of detachment and familiarity:

"We wouldn't call ourselves acquaintances. We've just had some interactions at work."

She put down her coffee cup and nodded slightly to Akemi. "Hmm, the coffee is well made."

Mingmei was a little flustered by the praise, wiped her hands on her apron, and replied somewhat awkwardly:

"As long as you... you like it."

Lin Shen watched this scene from the side and sneered inwardly.

He knew that Vermouth wouldn't speak to him in this manner unless he pulled out his gun and killed someone.

Some people are like that; if you try to reason with them, they'll play mind games with you.

You pulled out your gun and shot her, and when it came down to fighting, she suddenly became all smiles.

Paper tiger!!

Lin Shen sat back down in the booth, picked up his completely cold coffee, took a sip, and remained silent, waiting for Vermouth to say what she really wanted to say.

Vermouth didn't keep him waiting long, as expected.

After setting down her coffee cup, she leaned forward slightly, placed her hands clasped on the table, and wore a perfectly balanced expression of resentment and vulnerability, her tone tinged with grievance:

"President Lin, I've put a lot of effort into Xiao Wu."

She sighed softly. "Just like that, gone. If it were you, you'd feel heartbroken too, right?"

Lin Shen leaned back in the booth, looking at her resentful face, but felt no emotion.

He knew this was Vermouth's routine: if hard tactics didn't work, she'd try soft ones; if soft tactics didn't work, she'd play the victim.

But he didn't call her out on it; instead, he went along with her and asked, "So, what do you want?"

His tone was flat, revealing no emotional inclination.

Vermouth's lips curled up slightly; she knew that the conversation had finally reached a point where it could be discussed.

Her tone regained its gentle and composed smile, as if she were casually discussing with a friend where to have dinner on the weekend:

"Xia Jiang just inherited the Hatamoto Group and doesn't know anything. To put it bluntly, anyone who sees a young, rich, and beautiful woman like her would want to take a bite out of her."

She paused, her gaze falling on Lin Shen's face. "How about this, you recommend me to her?"

"I can handle those troubles for her behind the scenes. Whether it's the board of directors, the shareholders, or anyone else who wants to get rid of her, I'll take care of it for her."

Lin Shen did not answer immediately after hearing her words.

He tapped his knuckles twice on the table, as if he were thinking, and then spoke.

He didn't immediately agree to her request, but instead stated his conditions first: "I plan to use the overseas business of the Hatamoto Group to launder money, and this line is very important to me."

Vermouth's smile remained unchanged upon hearing this, and she readily nodded: "Don't worry, I can take care of that for you. I have some connections overseas that I can share with you."

Lin Shen then showed a satisfied expression, leaned back in his booth, and said simply, "Okay."

Vermouth picked up her coffee cup, raised it towards him, and smiled with a sense of satisfaction at having reached an agreement.

"I'm relieved to hear that."

Just as the two finished their discussion, an unmarked cleaning truck slowly pulled up in front of Poirot Cafe.

The car door opened, and four people dressed in white cleaning uniforms got out.

Their actions were very professional. The two men walked into the coffee shop, silently lifted Calvados's body onto a stretcher, neatly covered it with a black body bag, and then carried it onto a cleaning cart.

The other two took out specialized cleaning agents and cloths from their suitcases and skillfully wiped away the bloodstains on the floor, the splatter marks on the tables and chairs, and even the crevices of the sofa.

They also sprayed a cleaning agent with a faint lemon scent on the cleaned area, completely eliminating the rusty, bloody smell from the air.

The whole process takes no more than five minutes.

Clean and concise, without a single superfluous word or a trace of fuss.

After cleaning up, the two people silently left the coffee shop and closed their car doors.

The cleaning truck started up and drove away from the café entrance calmly, as if it had never been there at all.

Akemi stood behind the bar, completely dumbfounded.

Her mouth was open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

She witnessed firsthand the professional competence of the organization in handling the situation, which was far more terrifying than what she had heard from her sister.

Lin Shen watched the whole process silently, mentally reassessing the organization's crime-clearing capabilities.

He's definitely a professional; he has to admit that.

Vermouth stood up from her seat, took a business card out of her pocket, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of Lin Shen with two slender fingers.

She bent down, revealing her broad chest, and gave Lin Shen a charming smile, her voice carrying a languid and pleasant tone:

"President Lin, then I won't bother you any longer. Goodbye."

After saying that, she straightened up, turned around, and with unhurried steps, pushed open the glass door of Poirot Cafe and stepped into the warm afternoon sunlight.

The man who came with her is dead, but her departing figure looks no different from when she arrived—elegant and composed.

It was as if the person who had just died hadn't come with her.

Lin Shen sat in the booth, watching her receding figure through the glass window, and silently sighed in his heart: This woman is really ruthless!