Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

Not to mention that Xiachuan will not let him go. Even if he lets him go, it's just a false mask. What's the use of knowing it? At most, one more person will die in Beika Town.

"You are from the FBI, Akai Shuichi, right?" Tequila shifted his gaze and looked at the one-way mirror and shouted, "You bastard! Haha, your girlfriend is dying. She's dying soon. You will hear the news of her death soon."

Judging from Tequila's behavior, he probably suspected that Akai Shuichi was watching him in the observation room.

Xia Chuan said "oh" without changing his expression. He twisted Tequila's cheek, pinched his mouth and picked up another bottle of the same name wine.

"It doesn't matter if Miyano Akemi dies or not. Akai Shuichi doesn't care."

Although he said so, Xia Chuan still kept this matter in mind.

According to Tequila, the billion yen robbery is probably about to happen. Tequila knows it, and the plan is probably already in the preparation stage.

Really, I have already sent a batch of gold bars to Gin, but he is still so greedy.

But think about it, the winery is researching immortality, even a gold nugget worth ten billion probably wouldn't last long.

Sulli should be in Tokyo now, but I don’t know where.

Xia Chuan leaned close to Tequila's ear and said, "Gin, Rum, Vermouth, the boss or any other member of the organization, tell me the information."

After drinking two bottles of tequila, the tall man could no longer bear it.

Tequila is just his code name, it doesn't mean he can drink this kind of alcohol.

Furthermore, even if they can drink, I have never seen bottles of strong liquor displayed so ostentatiously. People from Northeast China would not dare to drink like that.

He drank too fast, and now Tequila's belly felt like it was on fire.

A mixture of heat and pain, the alcohol had already taken over his brain, and his face slowly began to turn from red to purple.

"You know quite a lot. Only Akai Shuichi knows so much. You must be from the FBI."

Xia Chuan lowered his head and picked up the third bottle of tequila and placed it in front of Tequila. "If we want this information, we can easily get it by checking the FBI director's tax records. Any other questions?"

Stop pretending. When it comes to the FBI, Tequila's face is filled with more sarcasm and he can't ask a single question.

Tequila was speechless for a long time, what he said made a lot of sense.

Is it really the IRS?

If it really is this organization, then it is too unfair for him to be arrested.

All the drugs I sell are in Japan. Although some of those who buy drugs will export them to the United States, this has nothing to do with me, Tequila.

"The export of drugs to the United States has nothing to do with me. These are the problems of those who buy them. If you want to collect taxes, you should go to them."

"You don't know that." Xia Chuan shook his head. "From the source to the individual sellers, no one can escape. They have to pay whether they want to or not."

"This is Japan!" As a native of Kansai, Tequila suddenly felt that his country was offended. Even if it was to pay taxes, it should be the Japanese Internal Revenue Service that came to him. It was not right for the IRS to interfere in his affairs.

Xiachuan was addicted to playing the IRS. He patted Tequila on the shoulder and said, "We are all from the global village. Or you can think of Yokosuka Port in Kanagawa Prefecture. I allow you to reorganize the language."

Tequila: “…”

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

Chapter 42 Air Force

After the interrogation, Xia Chuan went to the observation room and found that Frank was not there.

I looked at the time and it was almost six in the morning.

The sun is about to shine on our butts.

Tequila's interrogation did not go very smoothly. Xia Chuan did get some information out of him, but the value of the information...is hard to describe in a few words. But it's better to have it than nothing, and this is the only way he can comfort himself.

Frank, who was catching up on his sleep in the living room of the villa, was woken up by Xia Chuan.

Because he was the one who made all the arrangements yesterday, and he didn't need to do anything during the interrogation with Xia Chuan, so he ran to the living room to get some sleep.

"How was it?" Frank asked expectantly.

Xia Chuan shrugged, threw himself on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested, "I found out."

Frank exclaimed in surprise, "What did you find out? Tell me quickly."

"Tequila has a good tolerance. I drank four bottles of Mexican tequila."

"..."

"anything else?"

"Also, he drank too much and died of alcohol poisoning. Seal him up quickly and put him in the wine cellar for later. We can deal with him after the Mantiantang press conference is over."

"凸(艹皿艹), you are too careless." Frank held his forehead with his hand. He just borrowed a helicopter two days ago, and now he borrows it again. It's too frequent. If he had known earlier, he would not have dealt with Jinchuan so early. He should have waited for Tequila.

"that's it?"

Xia Chuan lazily raised his hand and said, "Oh, by the way, there is also this document. This is the list of drug dealers who exported tequila to the United States through distributors. You can give it to the IRS when the time comes."

Frank took the document and flipped through it, smiling: "This is a treasure, how can we give it to the IRS? People here are barely well-known and have status in Japan, we can make some money from it."

"You can do whatever you want. I'll lie down for fifteen minutes to rest. I have to go back and take Ania and Conan to school later."

Conan seemed a little weak due to his fever, so Xiachuan was the one who picked them up for the past two days.

Aniya said she wanted to take Conan to school on a Bond, but Xiachuan refused.

There is no problem with one Anya, but the key is to add Conan. Whether Bond can carry him is another matter. But let's say Conan wants to ride his dog and carry his kid to school, which is impossible.

The old father disagreed.

......

When I got home, Anya was still lying in bed.

"It's already six fifty, Anya, hurry up and get up."

"Aniya hasn't slept for long...how could it be so fast?"

Aniya, who was wearing lake blue star pajamas, rubbed her sleepy eyes. The drooping magic hat reflected her mood at the moment. She wanted to sleep for another five hundred years.

After knowing that the beautiful woman might be her future mother the day before yesterday, she squatted by her window after returning home last night, observing whether she would appear in the Poirot Cafe again.

But the result was not ideal.

Apart from the drunken Uncle Maori hanging around the window several times, the woman did not appear in the Poirot Café again.

No one passed by...

She didn't go to bed until the Poirot Cafe closed.

She also worked very hard for her father.

Because I was concentrating too much, I felt extremely tired.

But she was still very excited when she thought that if they saw each other again, they would become a family of three.

"Bond, do you know when she's going to show up?"

"Wang..."

"You don't know either. Next time you know something, tell Anya earlier. Maybe mother's cooking skills are better than father's. Then you can eat different dog food."

Bond scratched his furry head with his hind legs, looking puzzled.

Obviously the dog food is bought.

Also, why does it feel chilling when hearing the word "cooking"?

After washing up, I changed into a red dress and put on a light yellow sweater on the outside, and a new day began.

"Father is such a great cook. Today's dish is different."

The dumplings in front of her felt new to Anya. During the time she had been in Neon, her father would cook different delicacies for her every day.

Compared to Japan’s breakfast of miso soup, pickles, rice balls, tamagoyaki, natto, omelet, bread, milk, fish, etc., my father’s loving breakfast is more delicious and different every day.

Of course, her favorite is still peanuts.

Especially the peanuts fried by my father, which are rosy and crispy, and they break into pieces when you bite them. They have a strong aroma and are super delicious!

"If it tastes good, eat more."

The dumplings were wrapped in advance and boiled in water in the morning.

The main delicious thing is the dipping sauce, which is prepared separately for dumplings.

In addition to some secret ingredients, sesame paste and Anya's favorite peanut paste are also added, so she likes it particularly well.

Xia Chuan casually took off the droopy magic pajama hat on Anya's head and said, "You can't wear pajama hats outside."

"Know it!"

Ding dong.

Doorbell rang.

It should be Conan.

"Uncle Xia Chuan, I saw you driving back from outside early this morning. Where did you go so early in the morning?"

As soon as he entered the room, Conan asked a question, and it felt like he was catching someone cheating in bed.

He doesn't have Cao Cao's fate, but he has Cao Cao's suspicious disease. When Conan found that Xia Chuan came back from outside early in the morning, he began to speculate where Xia Chuan went.

Since he doesn't have a job, it's obvious that he didn't just get back from work so early.

If it was for exercise, there was no need to drive. And when Xia Chuan got out of the car, he saw that there was no sweat on his clothes and he was not wearing sportswear.

Considering what happened to the Tsujimura family before, he began to suspect Kamikawa again.

"Fishing." Xia Chuan answered casually.

"Fishing? But you..." Conan wanted to say something when Natsukawa glared at him.

"The Air Force."

"That's okay." Conan smiled awkwardly.

He had also heard in Hawaii that when a fisherman comes up empty-handed, he should never provoke the other party.

"Try it, these freshly made dumplings should taste good." Xiachuan pointed to the dining table and motioned Conan to take a seat.

Making people stand is really not a good way to treat guests, not to mention that Conan is still half sick and needs a little care.

"Oh"

Conan had already smelled the aroma of dumplings, and he came over immediately after hearing Xiachuan's words. He didn't care about the backpack on his back, he sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started to pick up the dumplings.

"Hmph, I won't give it to Conan."

Anya used her ultimate food protection skill to pick up the dumpling that Conan was about to put into his mouth.

You still doubt your father. Then why do you still want to eat his dumplings? Go eat the northwest wind, you ungrateful bastard.

Conan didn't care, he was used to Anya's eccentricity.

"Give Conan some to eat. You are all members of the Junior Detective League. I also packed a large portion for you. Take it to school later and share it with Ayumi and the others at lunch."

As he said that, Xiachuan picked up a few dumplings and placed them in front of Conan.

Seeing Natsukawa like this, Conan suddenly felt guilty.

Anya's father is obviously a good father and a good elder. I seem to be overly vigilant. That time at the Tsujimura family, it was most likely Hattori. No wonder he left those words when he left.

Aniya was stunned by Natsukawa's behavior and Conan's inner thoughts.

Unexpectedly, just by eating a few dumplings, Conan seemed to have eliminated his doubts about his father's identity.

Isn't this the kind of influence we see on TV, using one's own tolerance and being magnanimous, making others feel ashamed of themselves?

"If you want to become the leader of the Junior Detective League, you must know how to win people's hearts. Father, I understand." Anya looked like she was being taught.

Did I say anything? Xia Chuan looked confused.

The leader of the Boy Detective Team?

It's good to have a goal.

Conan ate the dumplings without saying a word. One reason was that they were delicious, and another was that he didn't want to pay attention to Anya.

I really don’t know why Uncle Xiachuan, such a good man, has such a naughty daughter.

And Anya seems to have lost some of her IQ.

When the math results came out yesterday, Anya ranked last.