Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

"Hello, I'm Miss Yuel's friend." Xiachuan naturally knew who the other person was, Yumi Miyamoto, the girlfriend of the future Taiko Meijin.

But they are probably not together yet.

"H-hello."

Miyamoto Yumi was conquered by Natsukawa's voice and spoke incoherently. She asked tentatively, "You guys... now, this is..."

Xia Chuan smiled slightly and did not answer.

"We are just friends, friends." Yoel's face turned red, ashamed to see others. /(//o/ω/o//)/

He emphasized the word "friends" and raised his voice.

However, in Yumi Miyamoto's eyes, this was a sign of shyness.

I didn't expect that the instructor would have such a blush on his cheeks. Usually, Yoel's expression is as calm as autumn water, and it is rare to see such a big change in his expression.

"Friends? But the instructor was still..."

Before he finished speaking, Yoel glared at her implicitly.

Okay, I'll shut up.

Yumi Miyamoto has experienced the teachings of the tactical combat instructor deeply. This is a big boss who cannot be offended. Which police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department has not been taught a lesson? It’s enough, otherwise she might be in trouble in the next combat exam.

"Since it has been delivered, Miss Youl, I will go back first."

After the two greeted each other, Natsukawa nodded to Yumi Miyamoto before rushing away.

"what."

"what happened?"

Joel asked curiously, is there something wrong with Mr. Xiachuan?

"No, I always feel like I've seen this gray GTR somewhere." Yumi Miyamoto thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with an idea.

"Maybe Mr. Xiachuan has also been fined by you for a traffic violation?"

"Maybe." Miyamoto Yumi put aside all the mess and asked teasingly, "Could it be that Instructor Yoel wants to... ahem, could it be that his luck has turned and good things are about to happen?"

"No, no, we just met two days ago." Joel blushed, but his explanation was too pale and unconvincing.

From Yoel's expression and actions, Yumi Miyamoto saw signs of a blooming iron tree. Sure enough, even a strong coach like Yoel could still be conquered by a man.

She had the look of someone who had experienced it all, and in fact, she was also a typical example of being single since birth.

But she is different from Joel. Although she has no practical experience, she has enough theoretical knowledge to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

I don’t fall in love, but I act as a love mentor every day.

After two or three years in the Metropolitan Police Department, she was able to bring together one or two couples almost every year. Any single police officer would be very respectful when seeing her, because she was the matchmaker of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Youer suddenly had a bad feeling. If he had known earlier, he would have asked Xiachuan to drop her off across the street.

Yumi knows, I'm afraid...

"Yumi, you can't talk nonsense about this."

"Of course." Yumi Miyamoto patted her chest, "I'm a police officer, there will be no problem keeping it secret."

I hope so.

It was not the first day that Joel knew the other party. When he saw his attitude, he already had a bad feeling.

It’s as if I have already seen Yumi Miyamoto whispering something to someone quietly, and at the end she would say, “Don’t tell anyone else, I’m only telling you this secret.”

Don't ask her how she knew.

Because she had also been the one who had listened to the other person share secrets.

What goes around comes around, Yumi will let it go.

The number one gossip in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Is it finally her turn to be the culprit? No, she has to believe Yumi. Yumi can't be that kind of person.

However, after this commotion, Joel felt much more depressed.

The tactical combat assessment for police officers in the afternoon was particularly strict, and many police officers complained bitterly because their scores were stuck.

As work was about to get off work in the evening, Sato Miwako came to the training room and found her.

"Joel, I heard that your boyfriend sent you to the Metropolitan Police Department today?" Sato Miwako went straight to the point.

"Clam?"

Yoel's eyes were as big as bells, and he didn't even notice that there was a long horizontal line on the assessment form in his hand.

"Yumi told me a secret. She said that you, Joel, already have a boyfriend."

Miwako Sato imagined that many of her friends in the Metropolitan Police Department would find boyfriends or get married, but Joel was definitely not among them.

Joel was silent for a long time, unable to utter a word. Although she was prepared, she was still amazed at the speed of Yumi's big mouth.

Yumi is such a big mouth! Yoel has already started to think about how to make things difficult for her when the other party is assessing her.

Dare to make up rumors about her.

"So, is it true?" Sato Miwako's eyes were shining, her gaze fixed on Joel's face, she couldn't imagine what kind of person could catch Joel's eye.

At least he has to be able to beat Joel, right?

The Metropolitan Police Department can't find such a person.

Sure enough, the masters are among the people.

There was a short circuit in Yoel's brain, his mouth opened and closed, baba baba, but he didn't know how to explain.

Damn Yumi, I really want to take your life.

Chapter 59 Connection

The temperature in the suburbs at night is much lower than in downtown Tokyo.

The chirping of summer insects rose one after another, the full moon hung high in the sky, and the scattered moonlight illuminated the dilapidated old house in front of us.

The old house is in a retro Japanese style. The whole house seems to be made of wood. The floor is not on the ground, the bottom is raised by wooden piles, and the top is covered with tiles. It seems that it was built at least a hundred years ago.

"Is this the place where we agreed to meet with the IRS?"

Xia Chuan stood on the platform at the door and looked back carefully around.

The old house was surrounded by dense grass and trees, and there were no signs of the grass and trees being crushed or scratched, which showed that no car had been here in the past few months.

The road is several hundred meters away from here. If the location provided by the IRS was not detailed enough, Xia Chuan would not have been able to find this place.

As I approached the old house, my feet stepped on the wooden floor, and a creaking sound was heard every time I touched the floor.

The wooden door had been eaten away, and the smell of old things became stronger as I approached.

Judging from the dilapidated state it is estimated that no one has been here for at least a decade.

"Don't come up." Xia Chuan turned around and looked at Frank who was about to step on him, and said with some contempt.

I took every step carefully, stepping on the support below. If it were Frank, I'm afraid he would have crushed the "fragile" wooden board with one foot.

It would not look good if it fell into the gap between the ground and the building surface.

"(ˉ▽￣~)Cut~~"

Frank curled his lips in disdain, but still followed Xia Chuan's advice. If he fell down, who knows if there would be snakes, insects, rats or ants in the dark mezzanine.

I'm not afraid, but I feel disgusted.

"I don't understand why these IRS agents would look for a place like this. Can't they just do the transaction in downtown Tokyo?"

Frank complained and kicked a stone away.

boom!

The stones hit the old wooden house, making a dull sound.

"It seems that this old house is just a reference, and the connection will definitely not be made inside."

After confirming that there was no problem with the old house, Xia Chuan checked the time and said, "It's almost time."

That's when.

A box truck was approaching slowly from a distance, its white color clearly visible under the moonlight.

Although they knew that the person coming was probably the cute guy from the IRS delivering equipment, Xia Chuan and Frank still placed their hands on their pistols solemnly and each found a suitable shelter to hide.

The box truck stopped about fifty meters away from the old house, and two people got out of the car.

He is wearing a black suit and tie, sunglasses, and if he wears a hat, Conan might think he is a member of the winery.

The leader turned on the flashlight and flashed it rhythmically a few times.

This is a sign of an appointment.

After making sure there was no problem with the signal, Frank also took out his flashlight and responded.

After both parties confirmed that everything was correct, Frank and Xia Chuan came out from behind the bunker.

At this time, the two had already changed their appearance and each had a very ordinary face of a rice flower citizen.

If the two IRS agents were to check the two faces, they would find nothing because the two people had been killed several months ago and all they would find were urns of ashes.

The people on the other side didn't care when they saw two ordinary Asian faces.

This time we meet, we won’t recognize each other’s faces, only our signals.

This was not the first time they had dealt with spies or assassins. Disguise was a basic requirement. No one in the dark world wanted to reveal their true face. Including their own faces, which were all disguised.

After all, agents also have to learn to protect themselves.

Therefore, even if two six-year-old children appeared, they had to hand over weapons normally.

"Hello, or good evening, Spy Dusk."

So childish, Xia Chuan complained in his mind. This code was thought up by Frank for him, and there was nothing wrong with it except that it was a bit awkward.

"Have you paid your taxes today?"

Xia Chuan responded with a code word.

This code was provided by the IRS. In addition to being a code, it is also the slogan of the IRS in American TV commercials.

Yes, you heard it right.

The IRS is a strange organization that advertises on American television channels.

Have you paid your taxes today?

According to a survey, this slogan makes 100% of American businessmen feel sick and want to vomit, and 90% of the public will switch channels after hearing this slogan. After all, who wouldn’t be disgusted by this? Unless you can’t even reach the minimum taxable wage.

If that were the case, the story would be even sadder.

Angry free citizens even staged demonstrations in New York, Washington, and San Francisco for this slogan, but to no avail.

The advertisements are still there, and they even recently invited the famous American movie star Chris Wynyard to be the spokesperson.

If the IRS knew one day that Chris Wynyard was also a member of the winery they were investigating, I wonder if they would be furious.

Finding a member of a tax evasion organization to promote tax payment would definitely be a sad story if it got out.

"It's nice to meet you, Spy Dusk."

The leading man took off his sunglasses and also had an Asian face.

Xia Chuan was not surprised. The mask had no details and he could see the problem at a glance. The texture of the eyelashes and skin was not good enough, and the pores were too rough, as if there were pits on the face.

The leading man in black immediately identified the tall and thin man among the two as the spy Dusk.

It's not that he has strong reasoning ability, but he feels that Frank, who is not even as tall as his neck, cannot be the spy Twilight, otherwise it would be too disappointing.

"Yeah." Xia Chuan nodded and looked at the box truck behind the other party. His meaning was very clear.

He can't wait to deliver the supplies.

The secret code had already made him speechless, and it was difficult for him to muster the interest to communicate with the other party.

"I heard that there is information about the Black Organization that you want to give us?"

The man did not show any impatience. He just smiled without moving his body at all. His meaning was self-evident.

"Na."