Chapter 85 Chapter 85 Just a Pill

Outside the manor, lower-level members of the organization were already waiting there. When they saw Olga's car appear, they immediately opened the metal gate for her.

Olga drove slowly into the manor.

This time, it was the boss who summoned Olga personally; otherwise, her mobility wouldn't be so high. Of course, the boss himself wasn't here. In the spacious and magnificent hall, Rum sat on the sofa in the center, looking impatient.

Olga's gaze slowly swept past Rum, landing on a single sofa on the other side. Who else could it be if not Vermouth, sitting there with her legs crossed?

Olga wrinkled her nose in disgust, then decisively looked away and sat down on another single sofa away from Vermouth.

Rum looked at Vermouth, then at Olga, seemingly sensing something unusual. But he clearly didn't have the patience to meddle in the private affairs of his fellow members. So, after clearing his throat, Rum formally explained the reason the boss had summoned Olga and Vermouth.

"What?!" / "What did you say?!"

After hearing what Rum said, Olga and Vermouth's reactions were almost exactly the same.

They exchanged a quick glance, then looked away almost simultaneously. Olga rolled her eyes, and Vermouth switched the order in which she crossed her legs. Then, in almost identical fashion, they sat on the sofa, their heads propped up on their hands, their gazes looking in the opposite direction.

Rum seemed dissatisfied with their reactions, and his expression darkened.

"I don't care what happened between you two, but this is the highest and most confidential mission assigned by the organization. You two must cooperate fully and complete it in the shortest possible time."

After saying that, Rum stood up, snorted heavily again, turned around and left the hall.

Now, the only two people left in the hall were Olga and Vermouth, who hated each other. But they couldn't leave because of this mission -

Olga rolled her eyes in her heart.

In short, Rum got into trouble, and now he needs her and Vermouth to help him clean it up.

As for what trouble Rum got into?

He lost a pill.

Of course, it wasn't anything serious, just a mere APTX-4869. It was just that the drug had fallen into the hands of the police, and that the police had secretly sent it to a research institute with the highest security level for component analysis.

hehe.

Rum's "small" mistakes have been surprisingly "small" since 16 years ago. Fortunately, Old Rum followed the boss into the "confinement", otherwise Little Rum, the current Rum——

hehe.

Olga couldn't think of an appropriate adjective.

Well, while Rum had always made a lot of "small" mistakes, he had certainly accomplished quite a few big things. To be able to secure his position as the second-in-command of the organization, he must have had some skills.

As for Olga and Vermouth's mission this time, it was naturally to steal back the lost APTX-4869. This mission, from every perspective, was the most suitable for them, and it could only be entrusted to them.

After all, the organization couldn't let someone like Gin, who had no idea of ​​the actual purpose of APTX-4869's development and only saw it as a poison, take it back. Otherwise, how could they explain to him why the organization went to such great lengths for a mere "poison"?

Olga and Vermouth looked at each other and saw their own furrowed brows in each other's eyes.

This task will be difficult.

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Retrieving the lost APTX-4869 was indeed difficult, more difficult than Olga had imagined.

The main difficulty of this mission was that the APTX-4869 had been sent to a laboratory with the highest security level. In other words, the police were specifically preventing members of the organization from approaching and retrieving the drug.

Unlike the infiltration of MI6 in London, MI6 did not know in advance that members of the organization were going to infiltrate and steal information, so they did not take any protective measures against the members of the organization.

"what to do?"

Exhausted, Olga fell back onto the sofa, savagely ripped the mask off her face, and threw it onto the coffee table. Then, she stared blankly at the ceiling, emptying her mind to think about nothing.

Too tired.

Olga rarely encountered tasks that required her to mobilize all her energy and brainpower, because there was no need. But this time, she truly experienced what it meant to confront a country's intelligence agencies head-on.

That’s right, it was a head-on confrontation, and it ended in failure.

This was their fifth failed attempt to break into the institute in two months. The police seemed to be well aware of their tactics, so no matter if they tried to disguise themselves, lure the enemy away, or any other scheme, they all ended in failure.

And the fifth time, during the operation they had just concluded half an hour ago, Olga had been distracted for less than a minute and had been directly hit by a volley of bullets, nearly being arrested on the spot. The bullet hole was no longer bleeding, but the nasty wound still hurt.

As for Vermouth? She'd already been hit by a bullet during the second operation! So, in every operation since then, she'd insisted on wearing a bulletproof vest, not minding the weight.

Olga roughly guessed why the police were so skilled, and became even more depressed.

Come to think of it, it’s all that damn rum’s fault!

Elsewhere, Vermouth silently ripped off the mask from her face and dropped it on the coffee table. Then, as if she had seen something, she froze in shock. She stood there, staring intently at the mask she had dropped.

No, to be more precise, it was a newspaper on the coffee table that was pressed down by the □□.

"how?"

After not hearing any movement from Vermouth for a while, Olga sat up straight with some surprise, and then saw her staring at something on the coffee table in a daze.

Olga leaned forward, grabbed the new-looking newspaper, and read the bold headlines on the front page in her awkwardly pronounced Japanese.

"...Kaito Kidd?"

She stared at the blurry black-and-white photo in the newspaper for a while and felt that the title was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

It was Vermouth who took the initiative to speak: "Kuroba Toichi is my master. As for the name 'Kid', you can think of it as being given by Kudo Yusaku."

As she spoke, she snatched the newspaper from Olga's hand, sat down on the sofa opposite, opened the newspaper, and quickly read through it. The more she read, the tighter her brows furrowed.

"Kuroba Toichi..." The world-renowned genius magician, and also the teacher who taught Vermouth the art of disguise and voice changing. Vermouth met Kudo Yukiko while she was apprenticing with Kuroba Toichi. Oh, back then, she was probably called Fujimine Yukiko.

But...

"Nothing good ever comes of being associated with the Kudo family," Olga muttered. She now had to complete the mission with Vermouth, so she tried to avoid mentioning the Kudo family to prevent them from getting into another fight.

Vermouth probably didn't hear Olga's muttering, as she was concentrating on the newspaper. Olga didn't bother to pay attention to her, and turned her head to stare at the sky outside the window in a daze.

After a while, Olga came back to her senses and tapped the table with her knuckles: "Hey, have you read the news? If you have, let's discuss the next 'delivery head' plan."

That's right, it was a "delivery of heads" plan. Olga felt that if this continued, she and Vermouth would be caught red-handed by the police outside the institute sooner or later.

If I get caught, I'll just give Rum away, Olga thought.

Vermouth's brows did not relax, she murmured: "...Strange, Hei Yu Daoyi should have been missing for a long time."

Olga leaned back on the sofa with a disinterested expression, her arms folded. "Why? Did the sight of Master remind you of your time as his apprentice and make you yearn for your lost youth? As expected, old people just love to reminisce about the past."

Vermouth glanced at Olga, then looked away. She ignored Olga's provocative words and, while sorting out her newspaper, sighed, "If Kuroba Toichi were still here, we'd have a clue about our mission."

Olga raised an eyebrow. She understood what Vermouth meant without Vermouth saying anything more.

Kuroba Toichi, a world-renowned genius magician and also the Kaito Kid who has never failed, is naturally more skilled and knowledgeable than her and Vermouth when it comes to "stealing things".

Vermouth's words reminded Olga.

"It doesn't matter whether Kuroba Toichi is still here or not, as long as 'Kaito Kidd' is still here, it's fine." As she said this, she took the promised newspaper from Vermouth's hand, unfolded it on the table, and quickly read it word by word.

Finally, Olga concluded: "I think this 'Kaito Kidd' is not bad either."

Vermouth didn't say anything, and judging from her expression, she probably didn't agree with Olga's thoughts.

But Olga didn't care about Vermouth's opinion. She had already spent too long on this mission and had almost no more patience. Now, with the new possibility of "Kaito Kidd", she naturally had to give it a try.

"Remember to send me the information about Kuroba Touichi." Olga stood up from the sofa, lowered her head to straighten the wrinkled corners of her clothes, and turned towards the door. "Let's go."

"I'm 99% sure that this 'Kaito Kidd' is definitely not Kuroba Toichi." Vermouth's slightly disapproving voice came from behind, "I remember he has a son, but now he's old..."

“Oh, that’s even better.” Olga stopped, turned around, raised an eyebrow, and gave Vermouth a provocative look. “Children are easier to deceive. Why, you’re not willing to let me take action against your dear teacher’s child, are you, soft-hearted Ms. Vermouth?”

She saw Vermouth open her lips, as if she had a lot to say. But in the end, facing Olga's aggressiveness, she seemed to surrender, sighing and saying:

"...I understand. I will compile the information I know about Kuroba Touichi and send it to your email as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Olga shrugged and opened the ostentatious door to the hall.

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