Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 791 IRS Inspection of Taxes

Even though it was daytime, Judy suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

This feeling was somewhat inexplicable, but very strong, as if something bad was about to happen.

Could it be that Gin and the others discovered what was happening here and rushed over?
She couldn't think of any other possibility besides this one.

As a senior FBI agent, he was capable of handling crises. He gave the agents a warning gesture and then moved behind his desk.

The silence didn't last long; the sound of orderly footsteps broke the stillness.

The footsteps were hurried and forceful, and soon stopped at the gate.

The visitor was a man, fairly tall and about 1.7 meters, wearing a gray-blue suit and carrying a briefcase. He gently knocked on the office door with his knuckles, glanced inside with extreme politeness, and said with a smile, "Hello, may I come in?"

Judy glanced behind the other person, but several seconds passed without her seeing what she wanted.

But she didn't seem disappointed, because she had been prepared for it.

The fact that the other side was able to get this far means that their teammates guarding the gate have been taken down, including the two who took away President Higashida.

Judging from this suit, it's impossible to tell where he/she belongs.

But at least it's not the Black Organization.

As the name suggests, the Black Organization members are supposed to wear black suits, but this person doesn't.

What if I say no?

"There's nothing we can do. We have search warrants and arrest warrants, so we can enter legally and legitimately without your consent."

The man seemed a bit boastful, which annoyed Judy.

Before she could react, a large group of armed men in suits burst into the room. They had a clear division of labor: in addition to confronting the FBI agents, they also assigned people to watch out for the staff, as well as the doors and windows.

"Who are you people?" Judy's face turned pale, as if she had thought of something.

Such a high-profile operation, complete with a so-called search warrant, clearly indicates that the perpetrators are Japanese government officials.

The man walked in, glanced around, and replied with a smile, "The IRS is conducting a tax inspection. I heard this place is suspected of money laundering."

He glanced at the pistol in Judy's hand and added, "But now there might be another charge."

"By the way, who are you people? We confirmed when we received the search warrant that no other relevant agencies were authorized to conduct a search."

“There were four other people outside, along with the president of Dongtian Investment. We took them down together.”

It's good that we didn't beat Shuichi.

That's what Judy was thinking.

“We are the FBI from the United States. We are on a special mission and we reported this when we entered the country.”

The man nodded slightly, then stepped forward to Judy, looked her up and down, and said casually, "I remember the FBI's entry request expired a long time ago. There shouldn't be any such reporting lately. You're overstaying your visas, and you're carrying guns."

"Come back with me."

The man was secretly delighted. This mission was simple; all he had to do was show his face.

And he can also bring a group of armed teammates.

This kind of good thing has never happened before.

It's definitely much more comfortable with a new bureau chief.

Moreover, the credit for cracking down on the front-end company and catching the FBI will be attributed to him, and even if he is not promoted, he will still receive a considerable bonus.

The employees of Dongtian Investment were utterly astonished in the office.

"Aren't you police officers?" someone suddenly couldn't help but ask.

Judy had just given them hope, but now they discovered that the person who gave them hope wasn't the so-called police at all, and that those words were obviously just to appease them.

"Public security?" The man was taken aback, then coughed twice and said, "Then we might have to add another crime: impersonating Japanese national security personnel."

"FBI officer, we regret to inform you that you will have to come with us this time. We hope you will cooperate."

The man looked around. Judy helplessly signaled to her teammates to put down their pistols; this time, they were done for.

She didn't know if this matter had anything to do with Conan, but it was definitely related to that Natsukawa, whose job was a special investigator for the National Tax Service.

It doesn't matter how many charges there are, they'll all be released eventually anyway. The only thing that's unpleasant is being disgusted by it.

Hopefully, Shuichi will make some progress.

The IRS vehicles were parked downstairs at the office building, lined up in a long row, looking quite impressive.

Passersby and nearby employees cast curious glances at them.

Judy was listless and was being shoved around while handcuffed.

Just before boarding the bus, she glanced at the crowd and her expression suddenly changed.

Among the crowd, there was a particularly striking pair of people in black suits, tall and short, fat and thin. Their eye-catching appearance made it impossible for me to mistake them!
—That's gin and vodka!
"Stop dawdling, go inside!"

An impatient IRS investigator shoved Judy into the car.

"I need to make a phone call!"

As soon as she got into the car, Judy called out anxiously to the passenger seat.

The IRS investigator who had gotten the bargain glanced back at her and said casually, "We'll talk about it back at the office."

Just kidding. If you call the other party at this time, what if you contact a high-ranking official? You might be pressured to release them on the spot. How would you explain that to your superiors then?

We can't let the other party contact the outside world now. Once they get to the bureau, whether or not they can contact the outside world is something the bureau chief should consider. I don't need to take the blame.

"I have something very important to report, otherwise give me your boss's phone number."

The investigators remained unmoved.

"Give me Xia Chuan's phone number, I know him," Judy said helplessly.

Since Xia Chuan knows about the distillery, he probably won't let Gin and vodka go.

Furthermore, she also had to inform Shuichi that with Gin present, their next move was bound to go wrong.

"Sorry, you know him, but I don't know him well and I don't have his phone number."

After saying that, the investigator ignored him and signaled the driver to start the vehicle.

Although Gin and Vodka's black suits stood out in the crowd, no one paid them any attention; they were just ordinary passersby.

"Big brother, it seems like something happened to Dongtian and the others. Strange, how could something suddenly happen? They were doing just fine before, it's too sudden."

"Hmm, it looks like it's still the IRS."

"Could it be Xia Chuan?" Vodka exclaimed in surprise.

"Dongtian was originally in charge of money laundering, and there were serious tax issues. Although the IRS investigation was sudden, it is not incomprehensible."

Gin shook his head: "Let's talk about it later."

"It's a pity they're all wearing hoods, only their eyes are showing. Strange, is this how the IRS arrests people?" Vodka couldn't understand the principle.

“People who play the capital game pay the most attention to news. If someone who has worked with Dongtian Capital sees the news of Dongtian’s arrest, they will definitely run away in advance. This way, the news can be prevented from being leaked to the greatest extent.”

"Big brother is indeed amazing."

"Have someone infiltrate the IRS to gather information, and if the opportunity arises, eliminate them."

Gin said calmly as he returned to the car, then suddenly remembered someone: "By the way, when Higashida came to the base before, he brought a driver with him. Take care of him while you're at it, so as not to expose the organization's information."

"I understand," Vodka agreed at first, then asked, "How about we get rid of all the employees at Dongtian Investment?"

"Do you want to attract the attention of the police? Too many deaths will easily attract attention. It would be best if Dongtian and his driver also died in an accident."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)