Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

"It turned out to be so."

Spiatus listened to Jing Baiye's words, as if he remembered something, and showed a thoughtful smile.

"I almost forgot, you have more than once revenge for someone important to you for being hurt. The means are always so desperate and fierce... But you have to be careful and don't put yourself on the line."

"I have a measure."

Jing Baiye didn't know why he reminded him of this, but he looked at the pudding in front of him and responded casually.

This dessert wasn't bad, but the taste didn't meet his liking. He couldn't taste the sweetness that he liked best.

Before departure, Jing Baiye did not install a camera beside Anshitou—because he knew that no matter who he was, he would be disgusted by others using this kind of thing against him—he brought him the medical bracelet, and once his physical condition became abnormal , his phone will be notified immediately.

Now his cell phone is silent, Amuro's side... should be all right?

For some unknown reason, Jing Baiye suddenly felt uneasy.

Spiatus didn't mention the FBI again: "What are you going to do with Chairman Sindora?"

"Thomas is now under my... um, some kind of control." Jing Baiye pushed away the unfinished pudding, "I don't want to kill him, after all, I'm usually not in the United States, and someone needs to manage the group on my behalf."

"And his health is not very good. He is already in the advanced stage of cancer. He will die in a few years. There is no need to do it himself."

For the FBI agent, he made the Black Vest appear again, after all, it is only a one-time item that will be consumed soon, and there is no need to control it too finely; and for the senior executives of the Syndora Group who need long-term control, he used his new skills [ Demon Contract].

After he used this skill for the first time, there was a new group in the system communication section - Contractors.

The contractor group can also be called the slave group. Their panels are different from relatives, friends, acquaintances or passers-by, and they record all their information from birth to the present.

From the scores of a certain exam in elementary school, to the death of a close relative, the great success of work, etc., all of them will be clearly displayed on it, so that he can understand this person in an all-round way.

Even if a contractor is terminally ill, the system can calculate how many years he can live, and display his remaining lifespan on it.

[Devil Contract] The terminally ill can be transferred away, but the more serious the disease is, the more people will become slaves because of blood ties. Jing Baiye's original intention was to control the Sindora group, not to enjoy the thrill of controlling and enslaving a bunch of people, so when he made a contract, he only took away some of their insignificant illnesses and made them slaves themselves.

"Did he make a will?" Spiatus asked again.

"No." Jing Baiye shook his head, "There's no need to be in such a hurry."

"It is necessary. The inheritance of the inheritance in the United States is very troublesome. Every time the rich dies, the inheritance they leave will attract the attention of the IRS (Internal Revenue Service). You must prepare him early."

Spiatus' face and tone became a little subtle.

It's not the anxiety and vigilance of encountering an enemy, it's more of a kind of... the helplessness of seeing a group of cockroaches that can't be chased away and killed, but if they are killed, more cockroaches will emerge.

But when he heard the IRS, Jing Baiye understood where this helplessness came from.

He once heard Belmode speak about the greatness of the IRS. The enforcement power of this department is higher than that of the CIA or the FBI. After all, every job in the United States needs to pay taxes.

They had a famous case. In the last century, there was a large gang in the United States, and the leader was Al Capone, known as the "King of Chicago". The government asked the FBI to solve it, but after a few years, nothing was found.

In the end, the gang leader was sent to trial, not the police, nor the FBI, but an IRS auditor.

As an undercover agent, the purpose of his infiltration was not to collect criminal evidence such as kidnapping, extortion and murder, but to check accounts.

——The IRS didn't care about Capone's crimes, the focus was that his income and the taxes he paid didn't seem to match, so they sent undercover to find the real ledger, and finally sent him along with many of his subordinates on the crime of tax evasion. went in.

Thinking of this, Jing Baiye looked at Spiatus again.

Belmod said that from the first leader to Spiatus, from the Karasuma Group branch to the organization, they have always paid good taxes in the United States, and they have never missed a penny.

Therefore, although there are many undercover agents in the organization, from different countries and different departments, there is no accounting undercover agent from the IRS in stamp collecting.

"Are you on the plane tomorrow afternoon? Then you can deal with it in the morning and ask him to set up a charity organization. Rich Americans are very good at this. If you mention it to him, he will know what to do."

The taxation system is harsh. Unfortunately, there are policies above and countermeasures below. Only citizens who have no money and no power have to pay taxes honestly, and there are ways for the rich to evade taxes.

For example, setting up a charitable foundation is a reasonable way to avoid tax.

Thomas Syndora is a bachelor. He has no biological or adopted children. In addition, he has been taking anticancer drugs since he fell ill. At present, his health seems to be fine, so he has not considered the issue of inheritance for the time being.

Jing Baiye, who was reminded, nodded: "Got it, I'll go tomorrow morning."

Spiatus asked him to take action against the Syndora Group, but did not let him take action against the private assets of these people. And this is an inheritance, he is not greedy for money so much that he will not let it go.

After planning the itinerary for tomorrow morning, Jing Baiye thought of another thing he saw when he went to Thomas' house.

"Boss, there is something I want to ask you."

"What's up?"

"The drugs developed by the Black Pill Group..." He paused, "Those life-saving anticancer drugs have always been so cheap?"

After the FBI mass suicide case, he went to Thomas' villa to return Jack the Ripper's dagger - it was given to him after he controlled Thomas, saying it was something from his ancestors, but Jing Baiye used it and found that it was sharp It's not as good as an ordinary fruit knife, so I want to give it back to him.

In the living room, he saw several boxes of unfinished medicines on the table, and there was the crow logo of the Karasuma Group on the medicine boxes.

Originally, Jing Baiye didn't care about what medicines Wuwan Group developed and how those medicines were priced. He seemed weak, but in fact he seldom got sick. He never paid any attention to those before.

Out of rare curiosity, he went to check, and the results he found surprised him.

——Since 14 years ago, all the anti-cancer drugs or other life-saving drugs that the Karasuma Group has marketed have been sold at extremely low prices that even low-income households can fully afford.

And the efficacy of the drug is very good. Most advanced cancer patients live 5-10 years longer without other side effects.

There are many doubts about Karasuma Group on the Internet. Some accuse him of engaging in malicious competition, some question his research and development process, and some speculate that he is trying to seize the drug market and achieve a monopoly before raising prices...

Not only them ~www.readwn.com~ Jing Baiye is also very curious.

"Is it possible to make more money by raising the price of life-saving drugs with good efficacy?"

In the game a week ago, he and his teacher heard someone say something similar at the door of the pharmacy-the only way to make money is to raise the price of life-saving medicine.

Spiatus let out a soft sigh.

"Many people have said this, but I always feel that even if you want to make money, you shouldn't make money from other people's survival."

The familiar words made Jing Baiye open his eyes suddenly.

"Spiatus... BOSS."

The man sitting in front of him put down his knife and fork and raised his head.

Under the bright light, Jing Baiye saw the pair of crimson eyes, staring at him without blinking.

They sat there facing each other, their faces, body shapes and clothes were completely different, but it was like they were looking in a mirror - what was reflected on the opposite side was a very familiar figure.

"What's wrong?" Spiatus asked calmly.

Jing Baiye looked at him and met those eyes that were almost identical to his. The question that had been in his mind for a long time finally blurted out.

"—Are you also 'Jing Baiye'?"

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