Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 356 This is a fist the size of my fist.

The night was dark and windy, and all was quiet.

The chirping of birds and insects added a touch of liveliness to the quiet of Tokyo.

Under the pitch-black night sky, dim streetlights cast their glow on the road, and occasionally stray cats and dogs would dart by.

A lone dark figure appeared on the outer wall of Ichiro Ishimoto's house.

A device smaller than the palm of a hand appeared in the shadowy figure's hand, and a red light swept across it in an instant.

Two beeps were heard, and Frank's voice came through the earpiece.

"The thermal imaging will take a minute. Don't rush, because there is a red light. Keep an eye on your surroundings to see if anyone notices it."

Xia Chuan tapped the earpiece twice, signifying "I understand".
Another exterior wall of Ichiro Ishimoto's house.

Yuri pulled down his black mask, revealing a mouth and two eyes, and looked back.

Behind him were the two men in suits who had been monitoring Ichiro Ishimoto's house that evening.

By this time, both of them had changed into light clothes, and their faces were covered with masks exactly like Yuri's, making them look like robbers.

One of them scratched his head, his ears burning, and after hesitating for a long time, finally asked, "Boss Yuri, wasn't this a bit unnecessary? It's really weird."

They're supposed to be the guardians of Japan, but now they're acting like burglars breaking and entering; it's a bit awkward.

Yuri turned around and glared at the man: "As a police officer, don't waste time with so much nonsense when carrying out a mission. You can ask questions about the mission, but keep quiet about anything else!"

Logically, it shouldn't be this complicated, but considering that this is a residential area, their actions might be discovered by passersby or residents.

As the guardians of the country, the police certainly couldn't kill any residents they saw to silence them; wearing masks was the safest course of action.

"Oh~"

Yuri gently opened the silver briefcase in front of him, revealing three folding compartments that resembled steps. Each compartment contained a black pistol and a cylindrical silencer.

Yuri handed two of the weapons to his underling, nodded seriously, and then leaped into the backyard.

The other two exchanged a glance and became wary of their surroundings when they saw their leader enter the backyard.

The detached house wasn't very big, so the two of them didn't need to go inside. They just needed to wait outside to prevent Ishimoto Ichiro from escaping at any time.

One person stood still, while the other looked around and moved silently to the other side of the detached house.

"Honestly, it doesn't seem very safe for the boss to go in alone."

The policeman walking to the other side was the same one who had been asking questions earlier. He didn't really feel anything about tonight's operation. He had been involved in several arrest operations over the years, and basically, when Boss Yuri took action, there were never any problems.

This time is no different.

The police officer followed closely around the corner. What should have appeared in front of him was a narrow passageway like the one on the other side, but when he peeked out, he found it was pitch black, as if something was blocking his way.

"strangeness?"

The policeman unconsciously reached out and touched the dark object.

"This texture...it feels like clothing, doesn't it?"

The bewildered police officer was suddenly stunned. The clothes felt like silk to the touch, but they were also elastic when pressed.

The police officer was startled and his eyes widened suddenly, realizing something was wrong.

The moment I looked up, I met a pair of indifferent eyes. Apart from slight differences in their clothes, the two of them were wearing black masks, making them look like they were in cahoots.

public security:"."

Although they wore the same hood and the same black clothes, he knew that the guy in front of him could not possibly be his comrade.

Because it was a secret operation, only the three of them came tonight. The size of the person in front of them was definitely not that of their companion, let alone Yuri, the leader.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an instrument with a faint red glow on the back of the man in black.

The police officer thought to himself that things were going badly. He opened his mouth to shout, but then remembered something and immediately shut up.

In the dead of night, if he dared to shout out, countless concerned citizens of Miwa would wake up from their dreams, worried about his safety, and call the police on his behalf.

Tonight's operation was a secret mission. If the Metropolitan Police Department finds out, the Black Organization might also find out, and the FBI might also get wind of it.

In short, if he raises his voice even slightly, he'll definitely get a beating from Yuri tomorrow. Getting beaten up is a small matter, but the real problem is that he'll easily incur the wrath of the higher-ups.

Unlike Yuri, he was a junior officer. The leadership knew that the capture had failed because he had alerted the enemy, and going home would not be as simple as taking a vacation.

He might lose his job, and since he can't put his experience on his resume, he might have to work as a bodyguard or security guard.
He imagined himself parking a guest's car in a hotel parking lot and being humiliated by someone using Natsume Soseki's name, and he immediately shuddered.

Xia Chuan looked the man in black up and down, thinking to himself that it was truly remarkable that he could be lost in thought at a time like this.

His police officer training allowed him to calm down immediately. Regardless of whether the other party was a member of the Black Organization or some strange burglar, drawing a gun was the right thing to do in this situation.

He reached down with his right hand, only to find nothing.

"No, where's my pistol? How come all my big pistols, even the ones with silencers, are gone?"

The police officer muttered to himself, looking down at his waist in disbelief.

"Are you looking for this?"

Xia Chuan revealed a slightly meaningful smile, with a dark pistol hanging from his outstretched index finger.

The police officer didn't say anything, but reached out to grab the gun.

However, Xia Chuan would never give him that chance!
ka ka ka-

The police officer's eyes widened in shock as he frantically caught the falling pistol parts. A perfectly good pistol, disassembled in just a few seconds with one hand! This was definitely not some burglar.

He's either a member of the Black Organization, or an FBI agent still in Tokyo. Judging by his methods, he might even be Shuichi Akai, the FBI's top male escort.

The police officer realized the secret passage was in trouble and reached out to press the button on his earpiece to report the situation.

"What do you think this is?"

Upon hearing this, the policeman looked up, and a hard fist approached from afar until it covered his eyes, followed by a strong feeling of dizziness.

He slowly raised his head to look at the sky, where the starlight gradually disappeared, followed by boundless darkness.

"This is a fist the size of my fist."

Xia Chuan reached out and pulled the other person down gently, then lifted the other person's mask to take a look.

never seen it.

A body search yielded no results.

Clearly, the other party came prepared, carrying nothing that could reveal their identity, and even the handgun was a common type of handgun in the underworld, offering no useful information.

Xia Chuan took off the other person's earphone and put it on his own other ear.

"what happened?"

Frank asked curiously through the earpiece.

Xia Chuan suddenly told him to shut up, and then he heard some strange noises, as if there were other people around.

"It's nothing, just a kitten."

"The scan is complete. Ichiro Ishimoto is in the innermost bedroom, and he should be sleeping."

"Okay, I'll go in and check the situation."

Xia Chuan glanced down at the unconscious man. Although there was nothing that could identify him, Xia Chuan suspected that he was a police officer or an FBI agent.

It's unlikely to be the FBI; at least for the time being, they won't have time for anything else.

That can only be the police.

"How did the police find out about this codenamed member?" Xia Chuan was very puzzled, suspecting that it might be related to Amuro Tooru.

Ichiro Ishimoto is a face we haven't seen in the story. If he hadn't used a disguise, he might have been arrested by the Public Security Bureau in some corner because Amuro Tooru betrayed him, and he would have died without even having a chance to appear.

"In that case, I'm even more interested."

Xia Chuan pulled up his mask and threw the unconscious man, who appeared to be a police officer, directly into the neighbor's yard.

"Number 2, how's the situation?"

A voice came through the newly acquired earphones. Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow upon hearing it. The voice was all too familiar. Wasn't it Yuri?

"Safety."

Having only heard one sentence from the unfortunate policeman, Xia Chuan dared not reveal too much information, lowering his voice and brushing it off with just two words.

Yuri clearly didn't expect that a well-trained policeman could be knocked down with a single punch. Without any suspicion, and confirming that his men had surrounded the area, he immediately went forward and started groping the door.

The locks on these ordinary residential doors are very easy to open; they can be opened in less than five seconds.

As I gently pushed open the door, a wave of heat rushed out.

This situation occurs when all doors and windows are closed at night and there is a large temperature difference between indoors and outdoors.

Clearly, Ichiro Ishimoto was very vigilant, locking all the doors and windows when he went to sleep.

The more vigilant the other party became, the greater the suspicion grew. Yuri's cold eyes flashed with a chilling light as he gripped his pistol and strode forward, paying close attention to every detail.

For example, he immediately noticed the simple alarm device: a transparent fishing line on the ground connected to a water glass on the shoe cabinet next to it.

This kind of tactic definitely indicates that someone has something to hide!
However, what Yuri didn't notice was that as he stepped into the living room, another dark figure appeared at the doorway.

Xia Chuan chuckled inwardly, thinking, "Brother-in-law, you've really walked right into the line of fire!"

I've tolerated all the difficulties you've caused me before, but now it's finally time for me to get my revenge, isn't it?
Behind Xia Chuan, a black shadow gradually lengthened, its mask stretching into a ferocious arc, and its trembling shoulders revealed extreme excitement.

There was nothing unusual in the living room. Yuri reached out and rubbed his nose, suppressing the urge to sneeze.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal and porcelain colliding reached Yuri's ears for no apparent reason.

Yuri turned sharply to look at the doorway, his pistol fully raised, his mind on edge.

Ichiro Ishimoto lives alone in this house and does not keep any pets. This noise likely means that Ichiro Ishimoto has woken up from his sleep.

Yuri cautiously walked to the junction of the living room and the hallway, looking out into the hallway.

The dimly lit corridor was deserted, the doors were tightly shut, and all was silent, as if the sounds he had just heard were merely his imagination.

impossible!
As a police officer, and one of the most capable ones at that, Yuri possessed exceptional mental fortitude. This wasn't the first time he'd experienced a home invasion arrest like this. Not only was he nervous, but he even found himself preoccupied with whether to go back to his dorm to sleep or go to his sister's place to badmouth Xia Chuan.

and many more!

Yuri was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something and stared wide-eyed at the door again.

If I remember correctly, when he came in, he only left the door slightly ajar, leaving a gap so that he could leave quickly if there was a problem.

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