Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

Fortunately, Frank's intelligence provided support, otherwise under normal circumstances, the angle at which the fishing line was located would be completely invisible when Xia Chuan opened the door.

Although Tequila should have been affected by the drugs now, the only part of his body that could move was his eyeballs, so it would be useless even if he was discovered.

But as a spy, caution is an important reason why Xia Chuan has been able to survive until now. Even at this time, he cannot be careless and lose Jingzhou.

This is also a good habit.

Turning sideways, Xia Chuan entered through the crack in the door.

Looking up along the fishing line in my hand, I saw a light bulb above. The fishing line was hanging on it and hanging down. About one and a half meters above the ground, there was a wind chime and a goblet tied to it.

If it were an amateur, the moment the door was opened, the fishing line would probably break, and then the wind chimes and the goblets would fall, and this sound would definitely attract Tequila's attention.

"I'm in."

"I saw it. The target was unresponsive and still in the bedroom."

well.

Xia Chuan took off the wind chimes and the goblet and placed them in the corner, then took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on his nose.

In an instant, the whole room became much clearer.

These glasses have the function of improving vision at night. Xia Chuan doesn't know the principle. The scientists in this world can always develop some strange and useful things.

Xiachuan suspects that Kaito Kid's monocle is also the same type of black technology.

This is not a night vision device. It looks more like a flash goggles. I can’t tell what the principle is, but it can improve night vision.

Although the effect is not very strong, when masters fight each other, every move is fatal.

The furnishings in the room are rather ordinary and have almost no special features.

There is a large entrance hall as you enter, the bathroom is on the right, and the living room is further ahead.

The furniture in the living room was ordinary, with nothing related to the winery. If there was anything, it was probably the bottle of cooking wine that had long been covered in dust in the kitchen.

"On the right is the guest bedroom, empty. On the left is the master bedroom, where the target's heat source reaction is located."

Xia Chuan remained silent. There was a tiny camera in the frame of his glasses, which was transmitting what he saw to Frank.

After thinking for a while, Xia Chuan tiptoed towards the guest room.

Although Frank said there was no one there, he still needed to check to be on the safe side.

The distance from the living room to the guest room was only about three or four meters, but Xia Chuan took almost a minute to walk there.

When he arrived at the door of the guest room, he already had a lot of transparent fishing lines in his hands.

Judging from this arrangement, Tequila in the play should be considered to have died young and his death was really unfair.

This is the vigilance that a winery should have. The entire living room is like a minefield, and if you are not careful it will trigger some kind of alarm.

If vodka had the carefulness and alertness of tequila, gin would probably be very happy.

Thinking of vodka, Xia Chuan couldn't help laughing out loud.

Until now he still couldn't understand why a driver could become a code member. At least after watching thousands of episodes of Conan, he still hadn't discovered the power of vodka.

Could it be that the winery also has connections?

If a distillery has connections, vodka is probably one of them.

The door lock was turned lightly and was slowly pushed open.

Xia Chuan had opened the safety of the M9 without knowing it, and immediately pointed the pistol at the bed.

nobody.

very good!

"Xia Chuan, there is movement in the master bedroom. It seems the target has moved."

Downstairs, Frank had a look of deep confusion on his face.

That medicine is useless?

That shouldn't be the case. This thing is very popular in the dark world. He doesn't believe that Tequila won't fall for it.

Suddenly, the slightly trembling heat source on the screen fell down about several dozen centimeters.

Frank: ...

"what happened?"

Xia Chuan asked.

"It seems... maybe, maybe it fell off the bed." Frank was relieved. "I was wondering how this medicine could be useless. I guess he wanted to go to the bathroom, but he didn't have the strength, so he fell under the bed."

"Looks like I'm going to hurry up."

Xia Chuan glanced around the room again, and then left the room after making sure that there was no possibility of anyone hiding.

(Seeking monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, and follow-up reading)

Chapter 41: IRS

Room 1808, master bedroom.

The cold tile floor made Tequila feel cold.

When did it happen and who did it to him?

Thoughts kept running through his mind, but the only part of his body he could move was his eyeballs. His whole body felt like it was filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

How can this be.

As a winery killer, he was rigorously trained.

Poison resistance is the most basic training. He has eaten many poisons, and his body has long developed a certain resistance to poisons. He should not be knocked down inexplicably.

The bone-chilling chill was even greater than the chill coming from the tiles on his back. He stared towards the door, cold sweat gradually appearing on his forehead.

Twist the handle slowly.

For the first time, Tequila felt that opening the door was so long and painful. He felt helpless and curious.

Who the hell is it?

If I had known, I would not have returned to this temporary residence.

While he was lost in thought, the door was pushed open completely and a slender figure walked in.

Because of the angle at which he landed, Tequila could only see the other person's chest at most. He wanted to look up, but his body did not react at all. Even if he had to tuck his pupils into the corners of his eyes, he still could not see the face.

"Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..."

This drug is very similar to anesthetics. Once inhaled, not only the body but even the tongue can't move. The humming sound is the result of Tequila's long efforts.

"Are you asking who I am?"

The man stopped in front of him, his shiny black leather shoes only a few centimeters away from his eyes, as if he was going to kick him in the eye socket at any moment.

The whimpers and groans sounded again, followed by the wild movement of the eyes.

The movement of the eyeballs is clearly moving up and down. Is he nodding?

"Since you asked sincerely, I will mercifully tell you that I am Jackie Chan, a U.S. IRS tax investigator!"

Xia Chuan half-knelt down and made up a story, showing his white teeth as he looked at Tequila, "According to my investigation, the drugs exported to the United States through your hands have no tax records, which has seriously damaged the economic prosperity of our country and affected the continued growth of the country's GDP. Although our country is a free country, freedom only belongs to taxpayers."

"Now you have two choices. One is to pay all the fines for tax evasion and become a taxpayer. The other is to go to federal prison and pick up soap. Choose one."

The bedroom fell into silence.

Xiachuan waited quietly for Tequila's answer.

One minute later.

"Very good, you are showing me your displeasure, right?"

Then Tequila was picked up.

Like a lamb, soft and without resistance.

Like a pig, grunting and waiting to be slaughtered.

Now, let alone Natsukawa, any Genta or Mitsuhiko can deal with Tequila.

Tequila felt extremely aggrieved when he was mentioned, with flames of anger in his eyes.

Let me answer, at least give me the antidote first.

You can't understand what I'm saying even if you're humming!

He was the top killer in the winery, but he was defeated by such a guy.

And that IRS is too outrageous. Even Shuichi Akai from the FBI couldn't catch him, but he unexpectedly fell into the hands of a tax investigator.

Also, this is Japan! Did the Japanese government approve your cross-border arrest of tax offenders?

After half an hour.

It was still Frank's interrogation room.

There was also a smell of urine in the room, which showed that Frank's cleaning was very sloppy.

At least spray some air freshener.

Tequila was thrown on the chair, handcuffs and leg irons were put on him, and a cuff was also put around his neck.

The neck cuff is connected to the roof via a two-meter-long iron cable at the rear end.

After all, he is a member of the winery. Xia Chuan feels that he should not just be handcuffed and shackled. He should not be deprived of any respect that is due.

Soon, Frank brought a glass of clear liquid.

This is not Nongfu Spring, and of course not Laobai Gan, but an antidote.

Pinching Tequila's mouth, giving him a cup of antidote and waiting for a few minutes, Tequila finally regained some ability to control his limbs.

The originally limp body returned to normal state with the support of the lumbar spine.

Even though he was over 1.9 meters tall, he fought back and forth with Frank even when he was sitting.

"hateful!"

Frank walked out of the interrogation room gritting his teeth. He suspected that Tequila was deliberately trying to disgust him by suddenly straightening her head and chest in front of him.

"Okay, tell me about your organization. Don't force me to do anything."

Xia Chuan pulled a chair over and puffed out a cigarette in front of Tequila. He would spit every puff of smoke on Tequila's face, giving off a strong scoundrel vibe.

Tequila: “…”

Long Tequila sat upright, his mouth shut at a high level. As a top assassin who had undergone torture training, he was not at all inferior to Xia Chuan.

Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Even though the poison in his mouth was taken out and a transparent, hard-to-bite tongue cover was placed on his tongue, he still had the confidence to endure the most horrific punishment.

Xia Chuan sneered and glanced at the one-way glass. Soon, the door of the interrogation room was opened and Frank walked into the room carrying a bag.

Clang! The bag fell to the ground and the sound of glass colliding was heard.

After he finished playing, Frank let out a vicious "Pooh" before leaving.

"Sorry, this guy holds a grudge. What he hates most is people who are as tall as him when sitting."

As he spoke, a bottle of Mexican tequila was brought out and shaken in front of Tequila.

"Humph! Are you planning to get me drunk so that I can tell you about the organization? That's impossible. I've been through rigorous training. No matter how high my alcohol level is, even if I'm drunk, I won't be able to talk. Forget about that idea."

Xia Chuan admired Tequila's calmness and his loyalty to the distillery.

Could it be that Karasuma Renya developed some kind of brainwashing drug before developing APTX4869?

"Do you know who you are serving? Why are you so devoted to them?" Xia Chuan said as he opened the wine, then pinched Tequila's mouth and poured a bottle of tequila into his mouth.

Gurgling swallowing sound...

The bottle of tequila was quickly empty.

"Ha, ha, ha, it's useless, useless."

Tequila's mouth became a little unsteady, a little wine flowed out of his nostrils, and his eyes were like poisonous snakes, as if he wanted to engrave Xia Chuan's appearance in his heart.

But it was of no use.