Daily life of a spy in the world of Conan

Xia Chuan just smiled gently, took out a few photos from his arms and placed them in front of them.

"This is definitely Shuichi Akai!" Vodka only took a glance and was very sure that he would never forget this face.

Chianti and Cohen also glanced at each other, their expressions indescribably strange.

After confirming that it was Shuichi Akai, both of them felt a little embarrassed.

They have all suffered at the hands of Shuichi Akai, and compared to the two, they seem to be inferior to Tequila.

"I was also surprised when I discovered it today. After tracking it for an entire afternoon, I finally found the FBI base."

"How dare you follow Akai Shuichi? With his anti-reconnaissance capabilities, how could you not be discovered?"

Chianti's voice was full of doubt. In addition to underestimating Tequila's ability, he was more afraid of Akai Shuichi.

"The FBI doesn't just have Shuichi Akai. If we can't follow him, the others may not be able to do that."

Xiachuan was not referring specifically to Kamal here, he was just simply trying to please the three thugs.

Tequila’s confidence made the two people in the back seat silent. They felt that Tequila, who was originally of equal status, was about to take the top position, so they suddenly dared not speak.

However, these photos were actually taken in the afternoon when Xia Chuan disguised himself as Akai Shuichi. It's just that the disguise was very sophisticated and the shooting angle was tricky, so it was normal that these three idiots who all put points in martial arts could not find it.

If Gin was in Tokyo, Natsukawa would not have dragged the distillery into the water. Although Natsukawa doesn't know much about Gin, he respects him first. After more than a thousand episodes and theatrical version, the other party's observation ability is comparable to that of a washing machine.

but......

Leaving aside Gin, it's more than enough to deal with the three thugs.

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Chapter 64 Has the winery become so vicious?

Suburbs of Tokyo.

This used to be a residential area, but due to municipal planning ten years ago, the area was abandoned.

Most residents received considerable compensation and moved to nearby Haido-machi and Beika-machi.

However, this area was not demolished because the planning was said to be incomplete.

Some people speculated that there might be new changes in the plan, while others speculated that it was related to economic fluctuations and the demolition collapsed before it even started.

The reason behind this is unknown to outsiders.

We cannot rule out the possibility that the leader who organized the demolition has been killed. After all, this is Tokyo. If the leader is a Beika person, this possibility will be even higher.

There were several ordinary cars parked against the wall at the door of a small house in an abandoned residential area.

There weren't many snowflakes on the roof of the car, but the tire marks on the snow were still very obvious, probably because the car had just stopped not long ago.

Inside the house, several European and American men in suits were sitting around a shabby table, talking about something. Someone was constantly patrolling around the windows, seemingly checking the situation.

There was a person on the second floor holding a tactical telescope and observing a distant location. Judging from the direction, it was the temporary residence of the Kudo family of three tonight.

Everyone in the room stood up straight with determined eyes, and a dark metallic luster appeared on their bulging waists. It was self-evident what they were.

The man on the second floor wore a knitted hat and a black windbreaker. He had cold eyes and an expression that revealed indifference and apathy.

This person was Shuichi Akai, who had just arrived in Neon.

He appears calm on the surface, but he is actually very uneasy inside.

After all, the person he is facing tonight may very well be his 'arch-enemy' and 'lover', Gin, whom he has always wanted to get rid of.

After checking for a long time and confirming that there were lights on the second floor of the observation cabin and that the car downstairs showed no signs of leaving, he called an FBI investigator and handed him the tactical binoculars.

When he came downstairs, several people at the table cast their eyes on him. He was the organizer of this operation, so naturally he was the main person.

"Xuyi, this operation was too hasty. We were not well prepared, and we don't have enough personnel. We don't even have many weapons and ammunition on hand." A square-faced man with a pig-shaped haircut spoke with some concern.

The operation was too hasty, and not all FBI members in Neon could arrive. Only a few people near Tokyo could come, less than ten in total.

Moreover, there are great restrictions on weapons. The FBI always spend money to buy equipment when fighting. The news of this mission was just received in the afternoon, and they have to start tonight. They don't have time to prepare too much, and even the investigation is very simple. They only know that there is a transaction tonight, but they don't even know what the content is.

Basically everyone was only equipped with one weapon, which was a Colt 1911 on their waist, and there weren't even many magazines, so they were a little short of firepower in a fight.

Simply put, there has never been such a poor war.

Another point.

This is not the United States, this is Japan!

When they are performing their tasks, they also have to pay attention to Japan's public security police and the Metropolitan Police Department. They are restricted in their actions and cannot display much of their strength.

They have to be careful, because if Japan finds out that they are hiding their identities and coming to Japan to carry out missions, it will be very troublesome.

After all, an agent who enters the country without reporting is no different from a spy.

Akai Shuichi remained silent, his brows furrowed.

He was a little skeptical about the authenticity of this operation.

But this operation was ordered personally by the newly appointed FBI director, so he had no choice but to come, unless he didn't want to work in the FBI anymore.

After taking office, the new director was eager to demonstrate his abilities and was very concerned about the affairs of the Black Organization. He wanted to achieve results through this operation and consolidate his position in the FBI.

The first thing a new official does when he takes office is to fix his problems. The former director is still picking up soap in prison.

Shuichi Akai doesn't want a second fire to start on himself.

He still has a lot of things to do: he hasn't uncovered the Black Organization, he hasn't killed Gin, he hasn't avenged his father, he hasn't found his mother, and he hasn't been able to reunite with his family.

Oh, I seem to have forgotten something...

No matter, that's all he expected.

"This operation was ordered by the director, and we have no right to vote against it. We haven't seen any members of the Black Organization yet, and the two weirdos who made the deal with them haven't come out since they entered the cabin, which is very suspicious."

"Is there a secret passage in that hut?" Kamal, a man with a piggy-back hairstyle and a square face, speculated, "Maybe they have quietly left through the secret passage, and their transaction location is actually somewhere else."

Akai Shuichi shook his head: "Impossible."

He just saw a masked man swaying in front of the window, so he must still be there.

"That's not the problem. The main problem is that it's already twelve o'clock, Gin hasn't shown up yet, and the people in the cabin haven't made any movement."

It is not ruled out that the transaction time has not yet arrived, but Shuichi Akai always feels a little uncomfortable, as if there is something stuck in his throat but he can't find the reason.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming from upstairs. The sound was a little hurried and soon spread to the stairs. The FBI investigator who had just taken over the observation mission from Shuichi Akai hurried to him.

"There was also a primary school student wearing glasses on the second floor of the cabin. I saw him open the window and look down. His upper body was tied up with ropes. He looked like a kidnapped child."

"Elementary schoolboy?"

The FBI investigators present looked at each other in bewilderment, really?

Have wineries become so vicious as to kidnap children?

"Could it be..."

Akai Shuichi shut up in the middle of his sentence, he seemed to have an idea.

He knew that Shirley was researching some kind of drug, and now a child appeared, so the deal between Gin and these two people could be about this child.

Has Shirley's research now reached the point where it is necessary to use children as human experiments?

Akai Shuichi put his hands in his pockets, sat on the chair and remained silent.

Others didn't dare to speak, knowing that they couldn't disturb their boss's thoughts at this time.

......

Conan tried hard to twist his buttocks, trying to use his elementary school student's body advantage to break free from the ropes that bound him.

However, the effect was not good. Instead of being freed, the rope became tighter because of his twisting.

He looked towards the window helplessly. This was the second floor. Not to mention him now, even if Kudo Shinichi hadn't shrunk yet, he would have to kneel if he jumped down.

How to do?

The two kidnappers from the Black Organization outside are sleeping. This is undoubtedly the best time to escape!

However, the man called Dark Night Baron was very careful. There was nothing in the room except a piece of rag that could help him escape.

The rags could be torn and rolled into a rope, but his arms were now bound, so he couldn't accomplish anything dexterous.

Escaping is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task for him now, but waiting for death is not his type, so there must be other ways.

The Kudo couple outside the door pretended to be asleep, but were actually talking in a low voice.

"Is it really okay? The weather is so cold, if you put Xiaoxin in that room, what if he gets frozen?"

The old mother still had a little conscience and felt a little sorry for her son.

Play is play, jokes are jokes, but don’t joke with your body.

"It's okay. Have you forgotten that I often took him swimming in the winter in Hawaii when he was little?"

Wearing the mask of the Dark Night Baron, Kudo Yusaku is full of confidence. He has considered everything himself and has just told his son about tomorrow's transaction. It depends on what he will do next.

Today he wanted to scare his son to death and let him know the danger he was in.

The Black Organization made them smaller, a big thing, without even discussing it with him. If they hadn't run back to Japan to avoid being drafted, he would still be kept in the dark.

"But that was all when I was a kid. So many years have passed."

"Don't worry, isn't he the same as he was when he was little? Besides, my son can't be such a weakling."

Kudo Yukiko pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, speaking as if he was not her son, as if all the excellent genes were inherited from him.

"By the way, do you feel that it's a little too quiet here?" Kudo Yusaku turned over and looked out the window. He always had a bad feeling, but he couldn't find the reason.

Could it be that the guy who was urging the manuscript to be submitted ran to Neon?

"This place has been abandoned for so long, isn't it normal for it to be quiet?"

Why do you have to find such a remote place? There is no heating, only a stove...

Yukiko Kudo wrapped her clothes tighter.

Chapter 65: Dividing the battlefield? We are clearly surrounded.

Vodka parked the car far away from the residential area. This was his eldest brother's treasure, and nothing could go wrong with it. The farther away from the battlefield, the better.

And driving the car inside at this time, wouldn't that be telling others loudly that they are here?

No matter how dumb vodka is, it is still gin's little secret, and it understands this truth.

A group of four little black people, three boys and one girl, were walking in the woods, and they were very eye-catching in the white snow.

Fortunately, there are rows of trees in the forest, and even if only branches are left, they can serve as a shield.

Ten minutes later, Chianti asked impatiently, "Are you still leaving? Where is Akai Shuichi?"

The few of them just walked to an open area, and Xia Chuan pointed to the quiet townhouses below.

In one place the windows were slightly lit, and white mist was rising from the chimney; it was the stove that was working.

"Is that there?"

Cohen raised his M24 and took a look through the scope on the gun, only to see that the windows were closed and no one was visible except for the light.

"No, this is supposed to be the room where the witnesses in their witness protection program are. They're over there."

Xia Chuan raised his finger slightly and pointed to a small house a little further back.

There were several cars parked against the wall at the door of the cottage. The Kudo family of three should be in the cottage with white smoke rising from the chimney, so the cottage with the cars parked but no lights on could only be the FBI.

"Get down!"

Xia Chuan suddenly spoke, and the three thugs lay down immediately upon hearing his words.

"what happened?"

Vodka was so confused that his hat almost fell to the ground, and he quickly pressed it down hard.

He then looked at Tequila in confusion, wondering what was going on. He was frightened by the sudden words he spoke, as he was already tense because of Akai Shuichi.

"Don't you see someone over there using a telescope to observe the surroundings?" Xia Chuan really wanted to slap Vodka. He was still wearing sunglasses so late at night. No wonder his eyesight was so poor.

"Are we going to snipe here?" Chianti crawled forward, as if looking for a suitable sniping position.

"How is that possible? This place is more than 1000 meters away from the FBI's location. Can you reach them?"

Xia Chuan complained, causing Cohen and Chianti to glare at him angrily, but what he said did make sense, and the two could only look at him angrily, unable to find any reason to refute.

"Okay, stop fighting among yourselves. I think Tequila should have found a suitable location by now, right? Tequila is the only one among us who has been here during the day, so I think she should have an idea, right?"