Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 789 Illegal Arrest Operation
Gin, hands in his pockets, walked up to Kinoshita Eisuke and said with a smile, "Want to live?"

"Of course~"

Kinoshita Eisuke answered weakly.

"it is good!"

Gin suddenly pulled his hand away and slapped Kinoshita Eisuke on the back of the neck.

Kinoshita Eisuke's head lolled to the side, and he fell into a coma.

"He heard so much, are you going to keep him?"

"Who said I need him? It's Thomas Sindora who needs him. A highly intelligent human is perfect for research. I remember Thomas Sindora saying that people with high IQs have stronger willpower and can better withstand the stimulation of instruments."

Seeing Gin's gaze, Vermouth couldn't help but shiver.

After being taken away by the boss for a few days last time, this guy's personality became even more extreme and insane.

With this humanoid nuclear bomb, even the godson might not be able to win.
"Itakura Taku died so suddenly, yet it didn't affect the research progress of that thing?"

Vermouth wasn't really aware of this, and in the last two years, Gin was in charge of that kind of advanced technological research.

This differential treatment might also be Karasuma Renya's punishment for her, after all, she lost the entire US branch.

"What you need to know, I will tell you." Gin raised his head arrogantly, showing no intention of answering Vermouth's questions.

"(ˉ▽￣~)Cut~~"

"I wouldn't bother knowing that."

Vermouth straightened her hair and walked out with a cat-like gait.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going to monitor Natsukawa. I should have had Baileys help me disguise myself as Kinoshita Eisuke last night. If I were to monitor Natsukawa, I definitely wouldn't be able to escape."

Watching Vermouth leave the room, Gin snorted coldly and muttered under his breath, "She's actually gotten addicted to pretending to be a fat woman?"

In reality, he was more concerned about Vermouth's spending.

Not only did he pretend to be a fat aunt, but he also spent a lot of the organization's money. He rented a nanny van worth hundreds of thousands of dollars just like that. Yesterday, the president of Dongtian Capital Co., Ltd. reported Vermouth's finances to him.

Besides nanny vans, what other services are available, such as hotel bookings and restaurant reservations?

Importantly, Vermouth spent the absolute highest level of money, costing tens of millions during the week-long mission.

Even big stars shouldn't spend money like that.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about Vermouth either; this was a necessary sacrifice to monitor Natsukawa.

"No, this won't work. We have to limit her spending."

With Vermouth's spending habits, this so-called "white glove" company is unable to generate revenue for the organization.

Just then, Vodka walked in and started cleaning up the mess.

"I'll call Dongtian later and tell him to limit Vermouth's spending to a maximum of one million per week. If she spends more than that, she should pay for it herself."

Gin silently gave himself a thumbs up. One million a week wasn't a small amount, but it was still within his means.

"Eh?"

Vodka paused for a moment, hesitating.

"how?"

"Given Vermouth's personality, if we restrict her spending, she might start to be perfunctory in doing things for us."

"Then use your salary to cover her debts?"

"Then let's forget about it. My monthly salary probably wouldn't even cover half a month's expenses for her." Vodka quickly shook his head.

Although he hardly spent any of his money—his gas was reimbursed by the organization, and the car belonged to his older brother—it's always good to save some money.

I heard that a Porsche 356a recently appeared in Tokyo, and he's planning to use his savings to buy it.

There's no way around it; we don't know when this one will break down, so it's best to have a spare, just in case.

If I use my own salary, my older brother will definitely praise me.

The money you give away will come back, which is equivalent to using the organization's money to curry favor with the big boss. It couldn't be more comfortable.

"I understand, brother. I'll notify Dongtian right away." After making a call, Vodka said with a strange expression, "Brother, Dongtian didn't answer the phone."

Gin turned his head and looked at him, but didn't say anything.

"I'll try again."

After failing to connect the second time, Vodka clearly realized the problem, and his expression became serious.

It's impossible that President Higashida's phone is unreachable.

No matter when or where, President Higashida must answer any calls from the organization; this was agreed upon beforehand.

If a phone call cannot be connected, the organization will classify it as an incident.

If not answering the phone was merely a personal mistake, then Dongtian will face severe punishment from the organization.

Under these circumstances, Vodka believed that the other party would not make a mistake.

In particular, he made two phone calls.

"problem occurs."

"Go and have a look."

Gin was in a fairly good mood and wasn't angry about the sudden disappearance of a white glove.

Fourth floor of an office building in Beikacho 1-chome.

FBI agents, dressed in plainclothes, burst through the office door of Dongtian Investment Co., Ltd. like black blades, instantly flooding in.

The agents moved with agility, their gun barrels sweeping coldly across the battlefield.

Dongtian Capital was originally a small company whose main function was to launder money for the winery. It had fewer than ten employees, almost all of whom were financial staff with no practical skills.

Apart from President Higashida, who is an outsider at the brewery, everyone else in the company is an ordinary person.

They only knew they were laundering money, but they didn't know who their clients were.

Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, he turned pale with fright, hurriedly covered his head with his hands, and slowly knelt down, his eyes filled with fear and timidity.

The FBI agents acted swiftly and decisively, kicking open the frosted glass door to the president's office. President Higashida noticed the commotion and tried to react, but it was too late.

With a "whoosh," the phone shattered, and a bloody hole was pierced through the palm, from which blood gushed out.

"what!"

President Higashida groaned, looking at the phone that had been reduced to pieces on the ground, a chill running through his heart.

This shot not only prevented President Higashida from making an announcement, but also reassured the employees that the gun was real, so they didn't dare to move.

The office was instantly enveloped in a tense, deathly silence.

Conan and Shuichi Akai strode in.

Conan looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the operation, he told Shuichi Akai that there must be no casualties, but the latter did not take his words to heart.

"Team leader, everything is under control."

Shuichi Akai ignored him, but Jodie gave the order: "Confiscate their communication devices and have two people guard the elevator and the door."

The office has an open layout. Upon entering, you'll find workstations arranged in two rows on the left and right, with green plants dotting the middle. Dongtian's office is separated by a transparent glass partition, allowing people inside and outside to see each other but not hear each other.

This is also one of the reasons why President Higashida didn't react in time.

The office door was wide open, and President Higashida's wailing could be clearly heard.

Upon arriving at the office, Conan and the others were greeted by Higashida's appearance.

This is an old man in his fifties.

He was heavily pregnant with a receding hairline, his face flushed red from the gunshot wound to his hand, and he was curled up in the boss's chair, his suit stained with blood.

"Who are you?"

Despite the pain, President Higashida still had some courage. Even though he was being controlled, he didn't show any fear and was still trying to find out Shuichi Akai's identity.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)