Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 860 Intelligence leakage
This is the information that Alak just sent back today, which includes an introduction to Natsukawa's background.

In fact, Arak had already uncovered some clues a few days ago, but this time he was able to truly confirm it.

"Will she affect our ability to take action against Natsukawa and Wakasa Rumi, such as by secretly making some small moves or passing on messages?"

Binga actually wanted to cause some trouble for Vermouth, preferably kill her. Putting aside his ulterior motives for promotion, the look Vermouth gave him just now clearly carried murderous intent.

"It's alright. If she dares to do anything underhanded, I don't mind teaching her a lesson so that the boss can see her true colors."

Rum didn't explain much, leaving it at that.

I looked down and opened the file. The IRS logo was prominently displayed in the center of the first page.

"Alark is really something. I didn't expect him to actually be able to trick us out of this information."

"Hmph, every country has parasites, or people with weak wills. Whether it's money or beauty, there's always a force that can corrupt them."

“Once this breach is opened, there will be no way to salvage the situation. The evidence we have is enough to threaten them to death, not to mention that we will also provide them with some money.”

Rum has a complete grasp on human nature, but it's a bit pitiful that Alarc has such poor kidney function.

However, I heard that the archivist he met was quite beautiful and a relative of the bureau chief, so it wasn't a complete loss.

"We started cooperating with the spy Twilight six months ago in Japan. The first batch of weapons was supplied five and a half months ago. Since then, they have provided the IRS with a certain amount of information about our organization every month. Even White Dove Pharmaceuticals is among them."

Binga examined the file closely; its contents were somewhat horrifying.

If, after dusk arrived in the neon-lit city, he found a way to enter the organization through some channel, that would be fine.

But how did he even know about Baijiu Pharmaceutical?

The document specifies the exact time when the IRS received the intelligence, which was only a short time before Gin decided to burn Hakuju Pharmaceuticals to the ground.

"How could he know so much about the Japanese branch? Many of the IRS haven't alerted them. If all of them are destroyed, the Japanese branch will probably suffer serious damage."

Rum didn't answer, but instead said, "The boss has already seen this file."

"What are the boss's instructions?" Binga straightened his back.

Rum gave him a subtle, cold look, realizing that his subordinate seemed to care too much about the boss's opinion.

It's dangerous for a trusted confidant to have such thoughts. Once he has other ideas, he might abandon his own interests and tell the boss about the plan, so as to take another step forward.

He's a very dangerous subordinate, but he's also cunning and ruthless, a venomous snake that the other codenamed members in the organization can't match, making him very easy to use.

Binga was unaware that Rum had seen through his little scheme, and he pretended to show Rum respect.

Rum sneered inwardly; using this kind of person would be quite satisfying.

He kept this little pleasure to himself and then explained, "Twilight definitely needs to be dealt with. He has become a major concern for the organization, and there is a high probability that the other side has also planted spies within the organization."

"But Gin has already conducted several rounds of investigation. If a member with a certain codename had a problem, shouldn't it have been discovered long ago?"

"None of that matters. The important thing is to confirm whether Huang Hun is indeed Xia Chuan!"

Yes, that's why Rum appeared at the Domoto Concert Hall.

—In order to observe Xia Chuan's identity.

Curaçao was sent here for this purpose, including when she deliberately said something meaningful during her communication with Natsukawa; all of this was to observe Natsukawa's identity.

However, the actual results were somewhat mediocre.

Xia Chuan single-handedly overpowered Vermouth and her two companions.

Vermouth is easy to understand, after all, she is not a professional assassin and focuses more on disguise. Her combat strength is at the bottom of the organization. The reason why she is valued by the boss is sometimes incomprehensible to Rum. He can only assume that she has some unknown relationship with the boss.

Or perhaps, she knows a secret about the boss, a secret that would allow her to act recklessly without facing any consequences.

Baileys is at least a semi-assassin, and Curaçao is one of the organization's top combat experts. Yet the two of them couldn't defeat Natsukawa, and Natsukawa clearly had some strength left to spare.

This puzzled Rum greatly, as the intelligence he had received indicated that the spy Twilight lacked such combat skills.

The intelligence indicates that the spy Twilight focuses on disguise techniques and psychological tactics. His ability to understand and analyze people's hearts and change his appearance is unparalleled. He also has good marksmanship, but no intelligence has ever shown that the spy Twilight has such high combat skills.

Moreover, Xia Chuan's face was clearly not disguised; after the fire, clear sweat could be seen on his face, whereas a human skin mask would not normally leak water.

Those who can disguise themselves are not, and those whose combat skills shouldn't be high are, which is full of contradictions.

However, when he later spoke with Xia Chuan, the other party seemed to be implying something, and his threats to him were extremely arrogant.

That conversation made Rum feel that the other person was Twilight.

"Lord Rum, how can we confirm whether Xia Chuan is indeed Huang Hun? It's not impossible if we don't confirm, since both of them are on our kill list anyway."

Binga didn't care whether Twilight was Xia Chuan or not. He and Gin had similar thoughts, both believing that as long as the two of them were dealt with, everything would be fine.
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Rum shook his head slightly.

There's a reason why Binga hasn't been able to climb up there for so many years.

His fighting ability is a level below Gin's, and he's not very bright; he doesn't understand what strategy is.

Yes, it's possible to kill both of them, but if we could get detailed information, it would undoubtedly save us a lot of trouble, and at least give us more confidence.

As the organization's second-in-command, he no longer cared about ordinary fighting and killing. He preferred to use just the right amount of force to attack just the right target, preserving his strength while eliminating the target.

"It's different now. In this battle, intelligence is crucial. The more we know about the enemy, the greater our chances of winning and the less we have to pay."

"So what should we do? Send out peripheral members to probe, or find an assassin on the dark web to carry out the assassination? I remember that Princess Thorn also has a grudge against us, so why don't we ask her to assassinate her?"

“Gin had thought of this method long ago, but the gardener has been very cautious about taking orders lately. She won’t take orders from people she’s not very familiar with. Also, Princess Thorn hasn’t gone on a mission in a long time. I suspect she may have lost contact with the gardener.”

"Actually, there's an even simpler way that won't expose us, but will allow us to test the waters and perhaps even use them to eliminate Xia Chuan directly. Even if Xia Chuan isn't Huang Hun, he's still a major threat to us. It wouldn't be better to use someone else to do the dirty work."

"What do you mean?" Binga smoothed his dreadlocks and asked, puzzled.

"The spy Twilight has offended countless people, including European and American nobles and capitalists, Middle Eastern tycoons, and even terrorist organizations harbor deep hatred towards him."

Rum's one eye gleamed with a deep, shrewd light, a faint smile playing on his lips, a calculated glint like a viper's forked tongue. "I see, that's quite a good choice." The lackey chuckled along, their smiles utterly sinister, the office temperature seemingly dropping to freezing under their gaze.

"However, besides investigating Natsukawa and Wakasa Rumi, we should also put the spies within the organization on the agenda and deal with them together."

Binga was filled with doubt. Although he disliked Gin, he had to admit that the other party was very capable and had a keen sense of smell. If there really was an undercover agent, they should have found out by now.

Are there really spies within the organization?

"If there were an undercover agent, how could Xia Chuan be in such a sorry state? He even brought his own child with him. He seemed to have successfully defeated Vermouth, but in reality, there were many dangers along the way, and he could have died if he hadn't been careful."

When the topic turned to children, Rum seemed to have thought of something, but in the blink of an eye, that inspiration suddenly vanished.

It's awful that ever since I had eye problems, I've lost my photographic memory. Plus, with age and fading beauty, I've lost all my hair and my memory has deteriorated.

Damn it, Tsutomu Akai!
“I can sense that although Gin and Vermouth haven’t found the mole, they don’t believe there isn’t one within the organization.”

“What can be confirmed is that the undercover agent was indeed unaware of this operation, or knew very little about it.” Rum shook his head and said casually, “But this only means that the undercover agent failed to obtain information in this operation, and does not prove that the undercover agent did not exist.”

Indeed, that's what Vermouth thought; otherwise, even Baileys wouldn't have been completely unaware of the kerosene explosives in the dome of the Domoto Concert Hall.

But at this point, this situation actually helped her get rid of suspicion of being an undercover agent.

Rum suspects the existence of a spy, but believes the spy is not among Vermouth and Baileys.

Kiel, vodka, bourbon, tequila, Ireland, and others are still in Japan, but the codenamed members who did not participate in this operation are still in his circle of suspicion.

As for Gin, need I say more?

If Gin is an undercover agent, then the boss might as well commit suicide.

Actually, there should be other codenamed members in Japan, since the boss is always very reliable, especially since he himself is likely still in Japan.

There should be about two more codenamed members protecting him.

But these two people are likely assassins trained from childhood by an organization like Curaçao, not spies.

Boss, what are you thinking? You haven't shown up for the past two years, and you haven't even seen me. Are you still alive?
Rum had deep doubts about this, which was also the main reason why he had a problem with Vermouth. Even though he was the second-in-command, he always felt that Vermouth knew much more than him.

"As long as we keep an eye on Xia Chuan, the spies within the organization will naturally be exposed, so there's no need to worry about that."

“That gives that person more time to live.” Binga snorted coldly, then smiled obsequiously, “Lord Rum, shouldn’t we deal with that Wakasa Rumi first? She was lucky to escape back then, but she dares to show up in front of you again. We certainly can’t let her go.”

"Yes, but he should still be under the protection of the police. We have no way of contacting him, and we don't even know where she is."

"Leave this to me. Anyway, we can't take action against Xia Chuan in the short term."

On the surface, the difficulty for Xia Chuan to resolve is not actually that high.

Despite their superior military strength, even the strongest humans are still humans and cannot withstand the relentless pressure of firearms.

If a massive explosion were to occur, even Iron Man would be buried in the ground.

But the problem is the spies within the organization.

If Xia Chuan dies, the spies will certainly no longer give themselves away, which is not the outcome Rum wants to see.

"Leave the finding to Alark. You just focus your attention on Xia Chuan and keep a close eye on him. Since he dared to kill Curaçao, he should bear the pressure he deserves."

Although Vermouth didn't know what the two were planning, she still worked through the night to come up with a solution.

The next morning, before even returning to his agency, the famous detective received a commission invitation with a fee of 30 million, requiring him to immediately go and protect the safety of a certain performance group.

Xia Chuan could clearly sense that something was wrong.

He wouldn't have believed it if it weren't for Vermouth's involvement.

I heard it was a request made over the phone overnight, with the commission rising from ten million to thirty million, keeping Kogoro Mouri up all night. He rented a car and rushed back to Tokyo in the morning with dark circles under his eyes.

"Hey, aren't you in a hurry to go back? I heard Conan say that the target of this mission is actually Kaito Kid."

"What's the rush? I'm used to it. Besides, tomorrow isn't the actual time to start."

Inside the room, Kaito and Natsukawa sat facing each other, quietly admiring the scenery outside the window.

Natsukawa was looking at the scenery because she was feeling down after returning home last night and her bedroom was locked by Yoel. Kaito, on the other hand, was preparing to leave and came to say goodbye.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Magicians are artists of vision and deception. If you always tell the truth, you’ll get caught by Inspector Nakamori sooner or later. You have to be able to balance truth and deception, and be flexible and adaptable.”

"This is the first time I've heard someone talk about stealing so openly and honestly."

"What~" Kaito scoffed indifferently, "This doesn't count as stealing. I'm the great magician of the end of the century. To show the public magic that is like magic, this is great art!"

When magic is mentioned, Kaito becomes incredibly excited, like he's been injected with adrenaline. Natsukawa, unable to understand, casually asks, "What about real magic? Why hasn't Koizumi Akako shown up lately? Did you make her transfer schools?"

Kaito really wanted to swear, even though he knew he had a headache from the so-called so-called monk, but he still had to say it.

Magic has no skill involved; he's a magician, and all his performances are techniques. How can Red Magic compare to him?
"Hongzi said that attending your proposal ceremony was dangerous. She saw flames burning fiercely, and as a fragile mage, she said she had no interest."

"Flames are burning fiercely?"

Natsukawa narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at Kaito.

Kaito seemed to realize something, took two steps back, and started sweating.

"Why didn't you say so sooner when you knew it would catch fire?"

"Magic is not a scientific thing after all; who knows if it might be real?"

A weak explanation is doomed to fail to gain understanding.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)