Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 59 Joint
The temperature in the suburbs at night is much lower than in downtown Tokyo.

The chirping of summer insects rose and fell, and the full moon hung high in the sky, its light illuminating the dilapidated old house in front of us.

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

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

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

The old house is surrounded by lush vegetation, which shows no signs of being crushed or scratched, indicating that no cars have been here in the past few months.

The road is several hundred meters away from here. If the IRS hadn't provided such detailed location information, Xia Chuan would never have been able to find this place.

As I approached the old house, the wooden floorboards creaked and groaned with each step.

The wooden door was hollowed out by insects, and the smell of old, worn-out objects grew stronger as you approached.
Judging from its abandoned state, it's estimated that no one has been here for at least a decade.

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

I took each step very carefully, stepping on supportive surfaces. If it were Frank, he probably would have crushed the 'fragile' wooden plank with one step.

It wouldn't look good if it fell into the gap between the ground and the floor level.

"(ˉ▽￣~)Cut~~"

Frank scoffed, but still heeded Xia Chuan's advice. If they fell in, who knew if there were snakes, insects, or rodents in the dark, crevice?

I'm not afraid, I'm just disgusted.

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

Frank muttered a complaint and kicked a pebble away.

boom!
The stones struck the old wooden house with a dull thud.

"It seems this old house is just a reference point; the rendezvous definitely won't take place inside."

After confirming that there were no problems with the old house, Xia Chuan checked the time and said, "It's about time."

That's when.

A van slowly drove up from a distance, its white color standing out clearly in the moonlight.

Even though they knew the person coming was probably the IRS's little cutie delivering equipment, Xia Chuan and Frank still solemnly placed their hands on their pistols and each found suitable cover to hide.

The van stopped about fifty meters away from the old house, and two people got out of the vehicle.

Wearing a black suit and tie, and sunglasses, if he were to wear a hat as well, Conan might mistake him for a member of the Black Organization.

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

This is the agreed-upon signal.

Having confirmed that the signal was working, Frank responded with his flashlight.

After both sides confirmed that everything was correct, Frank and Xia Chuan emerged from behind the cover.

At this point, the two had already disguised themselves, each sporting the face of an ordinary Mikasa citizen.

If these two IRS agents were to investigate these two faces, they wouldn't find anything, because these two people were murdered months ago, and all they could find would be their ashes.

The person opposite didn't pay any attention to the two ordinary Asian faces.

This time, they won't recognize faces, only signals.

This wasn't their first deal with spies or assassins; disguise was a basic requirement, as no one in the underworld wanted to reveal their true face. Even their own faces were disguised.

After all, even secret agents need to learn how to protect themselves.

Therefore, even if it were two six-year-old children, they would still have to hand over the weapons normally.

"Hello, or good evening, Spy Twilight."

"How cringeworthy," Xia Chuan thought to himself. This code word was devised for him by Frank, and apart from being a little awkward, it wasn't a big problem.

Did you pay your taxes today?

Xia Chuan responded with a coded message.

This code was provided by the IRS. Besides being a code, it is also the slogan used in IRS television commercials in the United States.

Yes, you heard right. The IRS is a bizarre organization that advertises on American television channels.

Did you pay your taxes today?
According to surveys, this advertising slogan makes 100% of American businesspeople feel nauseous, and 90% of the general public will switch channels when they hear it. After all, who wouldn't feel disgusted by such a statement? Unless you don't even reach the minimum wage for tax purposes.

If that's the case, then the story might be even sadder.

Outraged free spirits even staged demonstrations in New York, Washington, and San Francisco over the slogan, but to no avail.

The advertisements are still running, and recently they even hired famous American actress Chris Vineyard as their spokesperson.

If the IRS ever finds out that Chris Vineyard is also part of the brewery they're investigating, I wonder if they'll be furious.

If someone hires a member of a tax evasion organization to promote tax payment, it will definitely be a sad story if it gets out.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Spy Twilight."

The man in the lead took off his sunglasses, revealing that he also had an Asian face.

Xia Chuan wasn't surprised. The mask lacked detail, and he immediately noticed the problem: the texture of the eyelashes and skin was insufficient, and the pores were too rough, making it look like there were pits on his face.

The man in black at the head of the group immediately recognized the tall, thin man as the spy, Twilight.

It wasn't that he had strong reasoning skills, but he just felt that Frank, who was not close to his neck, couldn't possibly be the spy Twilight, otherwise it would be too disappointing.

"Hmm." Xia Chuan nodded, glancing at the van behind the other party, his meaning quite clear.

He's eager to send the supplies quickly.

The code had already left him speechless, making it difficult for him to muster any more interest in communicating with the other party.

"I heard that they want to give us some information about the Black Organization?"

The man showed no impatience, smiled slightly, and made no physical movement; his meaning was self-evident.

"Na."

Frank took out the prepared documents.

This is some information about the brewery base in the mountainous area of ​​Kamogawa City, Chiba Prefecture.

After confirming that this was a production site for the distillery, Frank had someone investigate and uncovered some solid evidence.

"I hope the weapons and ammunition you provide are commensurate with this intelligence." Frank then added coldly, "Also, don't look down on short people."

The man in black:
"I'm sorry, my brother is a bit sensitive, I hope you understand."

Xia Chuan shrugged. It was fine for him to bully Frank, but it was unacceptable for others to look down on him.

The man in black rubbed his nose, coughed twice without answering, took the document, and glanced at it.

He then smiled with satisfaction.

They were very satisfied that Dusk was able to provide information about the distillery base in a short time.

"No problem, let's hand over these equipment."

The man in black was very satisfied with the intelligence he had gathered. He waved his hand magnanimously, signaling his agent to open the carriage door.

Not long after taking on this mission, Dusk had already obtained intelligence on an important base of the distillery, which was far more powerful than the FBI's intelligence.

FBI agent Shuichi Akai pursued the brewery for so many years, only to leave disappointed, without providing the FBI with a single useful piece of information.

For his personal safety during his undercover work, the FBI never allowed him to provide any useful information about the distilleries. By the time he was exposed, all the distillery locations he knew about had been moved.

Classic wasted time.

Moreover, Shuichi Akai's exposure had a chain reaction.

After learning that there were FBI agents within the organization, the distillery conducted a major internal purge, eliminating several FBI agents who had been operating on the periphery.

I heard that agents from other countries were also caught in the crossfire, and the FBI ended up receiving complaints from various countries, seriously affecting the United States' international reputation, even though its reputation wasn't good to begin with.

But that's not how it works. Everyone likes to help someone in need, but who can accept adding insult to injury?

He did nothing, collected a salary, and even found a girlfriend working at a winery. If this happened in their IRS, he would have been fired long ago.

(End of this chapter)