Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 886 What is that? Get out of my way!

Xia Chuan looked grave. Frank's intelligence network on the dark web was highly developed; if someone offered a bounty on him, he would definitely know.

The problem now is that the reward has been offered, but I haven't received any news at all.

Since Frank didn't inform him, it means he didn't know.

He's the most powerful intelligence dealer on the dark web.
Could the employer's actions indicate that the target is a spy named Twilight?
Everyone knows that the spy Twilight has very strong intelligence capabilities and his own intelligence system, so the missions targeting him are likely to be small-scale, one-to-one communication, without using the dark web to announce bounties, or even directly seeking out assassins he knows.

"Whether the assassination succeeds or not, you'll get 100 million yen. If you kill him, you'll get a 1 billion yen bounty. Even if you can't be killed, killing your girlfriend and daughter will do; their heads are each worth 500 million yen. If you kill them all and bring their bodies back to report, you'll get 5 billion yen!"

"Looks like you've been underestimated."

"You're still in the mood for jokes? They're going to kill you."

Joel kicked Xia Chuan in the shin. What time is it? Be serious!

"You are."

Just now, because of fear, the boss didn't even notice Joel.

A glossy black off-the-shoulder evening gown accentuated her slender figure, with black ribbons resembling thorns wrapped around her shoulders and neck, and dark gold flowers adorning her hair.

This image, this gender, this attire.
Some time ago, a mysterious organization exposed the appearance and gender of the Thorn Princess on the dark web. Although the profiler was a bit slow, apart from not being as good as the real her, there was not much difference.

"The Thorn Princess. You are the Thorn Princess!?"

The iconic golden cone was chilling, and a stench of urine mingled with the smell of blood.

That's right, he was scared to death.

A muscular physique is utterly powerless before the Thorn Princess. In the past, there were many powerful assassins on the dark web, all of whom possessed the limits of human strength and speed, yet several of them died at the hands of the Thorn Princess.

Even bizarre rumors have circulated on the dark web, claiming that the Thorn Princess deeply despises muscular men.

Because of this rumor, he lost control of his prostate for a moment.
"If you don't want to die a horrible death, tell me who recommended this mission to you."

Xia Chuan pinched his nose. Sure enough, the killer's intimidation was much stronger!
The eldest brother's expression was uncertain, but after seeing the Thorn Princess raise her dark golden dagger, he immediately turned into a quail.

"He's an intelligence broker on the dark web. I've worked with him many times. I came to Poseidon Island this time because I was after the female pirate's treasure. The information came from him, so he knew I was here. Then, a day ago, he suddenly assigned me this mission."

"If I had known you were this powerful, and even had the Thorn Princess by your side, I definitely wouldn't have accepted the mission."

"Stop talking nonsense and continue."

The leader licked his dry lips and continued to explain, "Besides us, he also found two other groups of people. I also asked the middleman, and from what he said, this was the client's request."

"What is the code name for the intelligence broker?"

"Ant, he also has a certain reputation on the dark web."

Xia Chuan nodded slightly and raised his pistol.

The eldest brother looked at the corpses of the second and third brothers with fear, and then revealed a relieved smile.

Compared to his three brothers, at least he could die with some dignity.

From the moment they jumped, less than twenty minutes had passed, and all four were lying in pools of blood. This doesn't even include the time spent questioning them and waiting for them to wake up; otherwise, the fight would have been over in five minutes.

The couple cleaned themselves off and used the rope to return to the rooftop.

"Hmm, where's Anya?"

After looking around, Joel finally found Anya next to the entrance to the rooftop.

Perhaps she was impatient waiting, or perhaps she was too tired from the day, and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"So what's the point of coming along?" Xia Chuan smiled helplessly and gently hugged Anya.

"This doesn't seem to be the work of the distillery. Help me investigate Ant."

Inside the elevator, Xia Chuan spoke to Frank.

"Two more groups should be arriving soon. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No need, they have nothing to do with the distillery. I have a bad feeling. Help me investigate the identity of the employer."

Xia Chuan didn't have much hope, but the things that needed to be done still had to be done.

"Ah."

Frank didn't say much, his face obscured by the brim of his hat, and then chose a floor to part ways with Xia Chuan.

"They made their move at 1 a.m., by which time the other two groups should already be inside the hotel."

Xia Chuan stroked his chin and then led Anya to her room.

"So what's our plan?" Joel felt that her fiancé must already have a plan, and judging from the smile on his face, it seemed quite interesting.

"Since they don't know each other and can only confirm their identities through the black ribbon, I'll come up with some interesting ways to play."

"We can do it this way."

After midnight, the streets of Poseidon Island were almost deserted of tourists, and the shops were all closed. People were going back to their guesthouses or hotels, with only a few izakayas still open to cater to drinkers.

Kogoro Mouri was one of the drunkards.

However, his joy had already ended, and he stood at the door saying goodbye to Section Chief Iwanaga, who had accompanied him.

"Haha, Section Chief Iwanaga, you're too kind. It's one thing for you to treat us during the day, but to treat us again tonight is really too much!"

Kogoro Mouri's laughter could be heard for miles around. He was holding the back of his head with one hand, laughing heartily. In his drunken state, he had completely abandoned any moral principles. Fortunately, the area was mostly shops, not residential, so no one opened their windows to throw rotten eggs at him.

"It's alright, it's a minor issue. Actually, we can have another drink tomorrow night. I know all the izakayas on the island, and several of them have very good drinks. Let's try them one by one."

That's what he said, but Iwanaga's expression was not good.

It didn't cost much money, but it was a huge waste of time.

During the day, he had to handle tourism matters and follow up with Mori and his gang; at night, he had to extract information from them. He was really exhausted.

But we can't do it otherwise.

"Alright, I'll head back now."

"Take care, Mr. Mori."

The drunk Kogoro Mouri took a seven-star step on the road, swaying as if he was about to fall, but each time he managed to regain his balance. If it wasn't due to his judo background, then it must be because he had been drunk too many times and his body had become accustomed to this way of walking.

"Oh my, Section Chief Iwanaga is really a nice guy. It was definitely worth the trip to Poseidon Island."

As he walked, he kept muttering to himself.

At the entrance of the izakaya, Section Chief Iwanaga silently pushed up his glasses, calculating how much money he still had left to spend.

To find the treasure on Poseidon Island, he borrowed a lot of money from the gangsters of the four countries, spending most of it on guns and ammunition, preparing tracking and eavesdropping equipment, and setting up puzzles. If Kogoro Mouri couldn't find it, he would be bankrupt. "Mr. Mouri, I hope you succeed. Paying your travel expenses won't be a big problem, but if you can't find it, I'll have to ask you to pay for my death."

Iwanaga's glasses reflected a white light that seemed to come from nowhere, his lips curled down in a vicious smirk, and his knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white.

Already quite drunk, Kogoro Mouri walked down the street and suddenly shivered. The cool sea breeze seeped into the gaps in his shirt, making him instinctively put on his jacket.

As he put on his coat and walked forward without looking where he was going, everything suddenly went black.

"Ouch."

Kogoro Mouri felt as if he had bumped into a wall and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"What's that? Get out of my way!"

How did I suddenly bump into a wall on an empty main road? Was I so drunk that I couldn't even see the road?

Kogoro Mouri shook his head confidently. He got drunk almost every few days and was already used to the dizzying sensation. He could tell whether there was an obstacle in front of him or whether it was a road or a wall.

Thinking about it, he raised his head.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly?"

Kogoro Mouri's shadow was completely covered; a massive, wall-like figure blocked the moonlight.

The moonlight casts shadows that outline a person's figure, and one can also make out their face slightly.

Wait, it's not just one, it's four people.

Four burly men stared at him menacingly. Their prominent pectoral muscles almost obscured their faces, and their thick arms were as thick as his thighs. All four men were dressed in black vests and camouflage work pants, looking as uniform as if they were wearing uniforms.

If these four people were to participate in a bodybuilding competition, they would definitely achieve good results.

Kogoro Mouri thought to himself.

The black ribbon tied around her arm was strange; it looked a little awkward.

"Could you guys be a little more careful?"

The detective's voice became much softer, almost to the point of being a whisper that only he could hear.

Although he couldn't see the face, the abnormally large physique was frightening, and the bulging waist was also very intimidating. Kogoro Mouri, a former detective, immediately recognized it as a handgun.

Instantly, the effects of the alcohol wore off considerably. The flush on his face hadn't faded, but he was now completely sober.

The sea breeze brings a coolness that seeps into your very soul.

"Dude, are you talking to me?"

The man in the vest who was in the lead gave him a cold look, then looked at the other three, and then they all burst into laughter as if they had remembered something funny.

Normally, the famous detective would not have been polite and would have stood up to argue, but the situation was different now, and the bulge at the other party's waist made him a little scared.

He was indeed a judo master, but he had been drinking at the time.

Furthermore, within seven steps, a gun is both fast and accurate; everyone here is involved in the shooting community, and those who know, know.

"Haha, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I'm so sorry."

Kogoro Mouri apologized profusely, scrambled to his feet, and ran away like a rabbit.

"Hmph, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Wait until I call the police, then you'll be in for a world of hurt."

One of the burly men was about to give chase when he was stopped by the leader, a man in a vest: "Don't cause any trouble. Our target is Xia Chuan. It wouldn't be good if we made a scene and alerted him."

"Okay, actually we can take him down. From the information we've received, this guy is with Xia Chuan. We might even be able to use him to threaten Xia Chuan."

There was no detailed investigation into Xia Chuan's interpersonal relationships and personal information, but the materials provided by Ant contained the names and photos of everyone involved. Although it was dark, it wasn't difficult to identify them.

"He's just an ordinary person. We need to take hostages to capture him. We shouldn't be that destitute, right?"

"Hmm, there's no need to do that."

"Let's go."

The four burly men quickly disappeared into the night.

"Hello, what can I do?"

At the hotel entrance, the security guard noticed four muscular men and felt a little intimidated, but he still forced himself to approach and asked with a professional smile, "Are you checking in?"

Recently, there have been many more treasure hunters on the island, leading to a surge in robberies and burglaries. Although the culprits have not been caught, the islanders all share a common suspicion: the treasure hunters. Even if they have no connection to the island, it is because of them that the situation on the island is chaotic, and some people are taking advantage of the situation.

Therefore, treasure hunters are actually people hotels are less willing to accommodate, but given their size and menacing expression, the security guards really didn't dare to refuse.

"Find someone."

Looking for someone at this hour?

The security guards had no idea that these men, with their imposing gait and sharp, cold eyes, were more likely there to rob or seek revenge.

The unfriendly gaze sent a chill down the security guard's spine, and he quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

Unexpectedly, just as the security guard grabbed the walkie-talkie and before he could even press the button, he suddenly found himself losing his balance and being lifted into the air. Four burly men were grinning at him like demons.

"What are you trying to do? Let go, or I'll call the police."

The four burly men in black exchanged a mocking glance, and in the next instant, one of them delivered a karate chop to the security guard's neck.

"Hmph, you think you're so great?"

"Let's hurry up and not waste any time."

There were two receptionists in the hotel lobby, responsible for reception matters. I glanced at the entrance and saw the security guard lying on the ground. Then I saw four strange, burly men who had entered the lobby. I immediately called the police.

However, they were not as fast as the assassin. Before they could even touch the phone, they were shot twice between the eyebrows.

The silencer made a soft, sharp sound with a unique rhythm, at least that's what the four burly men thought.

The killing had no psychological impact on them; on the contrary, the sound of the silencer only invigorated them.

This condition usually occurs in soldiers who have spent many years on the battlefield. It is a serious aftereffect. People who suffer from this disease will choose to become mercenaries after retirement, either to be killed on the battlefield or to remain in the war forever.

"No need to waste bullets killing them," the lead man in the vest muttered, but didn't say anything more. He also liked the sound of the silencer.

Of course, he would prefer to hear the most primal gunshots and see the brilliant flashes of gunfire without a silencer.

"Hurry up, don't let the other two groups get there first."

The four of them found the room number of Xia Chuan's family on the front desk computer and took the elevator.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)