Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"I'm 56 years old, and it's not many years since I retired," Toshiro Odagiri said with a straight face, "Staying in this position, I just want to continue doing what I have done for most of my life. It doesn't matter whether I go up or not. ..."

Oda Kirito couldn't help but said, "Feichi is doing it for your own good..."

As for scolding people with a straight face?

"I know," Odagiri Toshiro interrupted, and gave Odagiri Toshiro a look. Is he admonishing others? He didn't want to show timidity in front of the juniors, so he continued to say with a straight face, "But the idea of ​​a promotional video is very good..."

"Minister Odagiri," Odagiri Min said in a serious tone, "If you want to promote a free promotional video for the police, you must at least show some attitude?"

"Do you still want me to beg you?" Toshiro Odagiri slapped the table and stood up, "You bastard!"

I don't understand Dad's mind at all!

"I think you always put the police first, don't you?"

Boom!

"What's wrong with that? Am I the only one like this? If it wasn't for the colleagues in the Metropolitan Police Department to be busy together, you would have been beaten to death with your arrogance when you were singing underground rock..."

Clap!

"What happened to me at that time? Who said not to mention those things before?!"

Boom!

Among the flying furniture and teacups, Chi Feichi lowered his head and took a sip of tea silently.

Feichi rested his head on his collar, stared blankly at the father and son fighting, and then looked up at Chi Feichi's calm face, "Master, don't you want to stop it?"

"Stop what?" Chi Feichi looked at the tea in the cup, and took another sip, black tea, high-quality, "It's been a long time since this couple communicated, and they both miss it."

Feichi looked up again, watching Toshiro Odagiri 'qiang' pull out the real knife from the knife holder, and was dumbfounded.

Is this really going to happen?

For a while, the side hall where the tea was drunk was full of swords and swords.

Oda Kirito also carried a stool to block it, and the stool was cut in half with a snap, and carried a desk lamp to block it, and the table lamp was also quickly split in half...

Chi Feichi watched quietly, drinking tea from time to time, and waited for the father and son over there to stop panting, before saying, "Uncle Odagiri's sword skills are really good."

"I've been practicing since high school, and I've never let up," Odagiri Toshiro brushed the knife back into the scabbard, and glanced at Odagiri Toshiya who was slumped on the ground. Poor person, I am not too old, am I?"

"Hey..." Oda Kirito was also speechless.

Toshiro Odagiri turned around and put it back on the knife holder, let out a long breath, and suddenly laughed, "I wanted to do this a few years ago, to make you a bastard, but two years ago I was afraid that I couldn't help it. I hacked you to death, so I resisted not doing it..."

"Okay, okay, you practice the sword to cut me one day, right?" Oda Kirito also sat up, moved to the tea table, and said disgustedly, "We are still here, and I don't mind making the room like this. Disgraceful..."

"You have lost my face a long time ago." Toshiro Odagiri said with a sullen face.

Afterwards, the three of them sat down at the tea table and chatted calmly about recent events.

Until the father and son sent Chi Feichi out, Feichi was still at a loss.

Humans are really complicated.

Takato Yannan picked up Chi Feichi by car, "Boss, where are you going now?"

"Go change the car, Yi Rong, have you eaten yet?" Chi Feichi asked, and put a gap in the car window, "I asked you to accompany me, but you didn't go in."

"Ah, I've already eaten," Yan Nan Takatori laughed dryly, "Going to the house of the head of the criminal department of the Metropolitan Police Department for dinner, I feel uncomfortable when I have to face the police's scrutiny. If you see something, then it will be even more troublesome."

"Psychological quality is still not good enough, no matter what kind of eyes you see, just ignore them," Chi Feichi commented, lit a cigarette, took out the spare mobile phone used by the organization, dialed a number, and replaced it with a hoarse voice , slowly said, "President Kamekawa... Are you ready for 300 million yen... I didn't bargain with you. I'm afraid you've made more than 300 million yen secretly over the years?... 7:30 p.m., Outside the Dolphin Paradise, contact me when you arrive."

This is a small mission line that Saki Midorikawa discovered before going to the United States. The president of a large financial club illegally evaded taxes.

After organizing some unscrupulous intelligence personnel to investigate, they reported to the organization that this is a fat fish. The organization must not let this fat fish go, and asked people to silently collect specific criminal evidence, threaten them, and prepare for a wave of shady money transactions.

Qin Jiu said that there are other small task lines to be played, so he left this matter to him.

Takatori Yannan, who was driving, looked sideways again and again. One second ago, he was drinking tea and chatting at the house of the head of the criminal department of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the next second he came out to call and blackmail him to do bad things.

How did the boss develop this mentality?

Feichi peeked at the emails on Chi Feichi's phone every day, and said in a low voice, "Master, Takatori has been watching you..."

"What's the matter?" Chi Feichi asked without raising his head.

Takatori Yannan was taken aback, suspecting that his boss also had eyes on the side of his face, he half-jokingly said, "I was thinking, the illness you diagnosed in Qingshan No. 4 Hospital is not a split personality, right?"

He felt that even if it wasn't, the boss should be more careful, acting too much could easily lead to schizophrenia.

Chi Feichi moved his eyes from the phone screen to Yan Nan Takatori, "How do you know that?"

Still have to ask how to tell?

Takatori Yannan was at a loss for words, without changing his face, he said, "I just said it casually, you don't have to take it to heart."

Chi Feichi withdrew his gaze, looked at the message replied by the peripheral members who had dispersed, and called again, "Keen, the transaction location is outside the Dolphin Paradise, to confirm the situation."

"Understood." Cohen responded in a muffled voice, cutting off the communication.

This is an honest man who does more and talks less...

Chi Feichi commented in his heart, and continued to read the email.

The person who said that the president of the financial club is a fat fish is Bourbon.

It is estimated that Toru Amuro thought that the guy's money was obtained illegally, so he simply used it to make achievements in the organization.

Is this fattening the organization?

Really not.

I don't know how much money I will spend on gin for a month, and I don't know how much money I will spend on activities and research for the organization.

If all the organization's one-month running water is shaken out, he will probably feel astonished.

Toru Amuro is undercover in the organization, so it is impossible not to provide any information. Instead of letting the organization harm honest people, it is better to let the organization harm such dishonest people.

This type of transaction is basically a one-off transaction. As long as the other party does not play tricks, no one needs to clean it up. For Toru Amuro, the psychological burden should be minimal.

And the president of the financial club probably thought that he would be fine if he compromised, but he didn't know that his criminal evidence had already been placed with the public security police.

...

Changing into a black car, Chi Feichi helped himself and Yan Nan Takatori change their faces, and went to the laboratory again, and then took Yan Nan Takatori to the vicinity of the Dolphin Paradise, scouted the terrain, and then found a place to park Sit in the car and wait.

After all, he was someone who had made money with Gin Jiu, and the basic procedures of these actions were not unfamiliar.

Before the action, let two peripheral members come to investigate the situation, and then find Bourbon who followed this matter to confirm that the target has no abnormal behavior, such as calling the police, contacting violent associations and other forces.

Afterwards, Cohen was in position and guarded at a nearby high place, and they surveyed the terrain to find a suitable place for him to observe the situation and a suitable evacuation route in case of an accident.

When it was trading time, Takatori Yannan took his things to trade with the target.

He stayed outside. If he found something abnormal, or if Cohen found something abnormal and reported it to him, he would make arrangements according to the situation and take Takato Yannan to evacuate safely.

Chi Feichi sat in the car, playing with a small box of medicine in his hand, and looked sideways at the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

Suddenly a sentence popped up in my mind:

When a high school student detective came to Dolphin Paradise with his childhood sweetheart, he witnessed a suspicious transaction scene of a man in black. Because he was too focused on peeking, he ignored another accomplice of the man in black who was approaching from behind, and was knocked down by the attack. On the ground, the man in black gave him a drug called APTX-4869. When the high school student woke up, he found that his body had actually shrunk...

Cough, this kind of situation should not happen, there is no case happened nearby today, and there is no police nearby.

If someone finds a black transaction, APTX-4869 is not needed, and it can be solved with one shot without worrying about encountering the police.

He brought APTX-4869, just in case...

"Om..."

There is a call coming.

Chi Feichi answered immediately, using a hoarse fake voice, "Kean?"

"Luck, there are suspicious people near the trading site." Cohen reported bluntly, "Wearing brown clothes and hats, he has already walked around the trading site twice."

Chi Feichi paused, transferred the call to the earphone, put the medicine box in his pocket, took his folding sickle and got out of the car, "Pay attention to the surrounding situation and keep in touch."

"Understood." Cohen responded.

Folding sickle without unfolded blade is just a black stick.

There is a stick, there is a medicine, there is a goal...

Chi Feichi approached the target in a subtle mood.

Back attack, Sap knocks down!

"Uh..." The man in the hat thumped to the ground.

In a dark corner not far away, Takatori Yannan, who was trading with his target, was alarmed, and immediately took out his gun and pointed it at the short, fat man who was trading, before turning his eyes slightly to the direction of the noise, "Luck?"

"This guy is wandering around in a sneaky way." Chi Feichi said hoarsely.

The well-dressed, short and fat man was also taken aback. After seeing the man lying at Chi Feichi's feet, he quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't... I'm worried that our transaction will be seen, so I told him to stay nearby... ..."

Chi Feichi was in no hurry to say anything. He took out his phone and was about to ask about the situation when a new email arrived.

[Raki, the target notified a bodyguard to follow. ——Bourbon】

I really don't know if Amuro Toru's news is late or timely...

【knew. ——Raki】

After Chi Feichi replied, he put away his phone and nodded to Yan Nan Takatori.

Takato Yannan took the box containing the money and followed Chi Feichi to evacuate.

Don't worry about being attacked, Cohen is still aiming.

Waiting until he got back to the car, Takatori Yano checked the box to make sure that there were no bugs or tracking transmitters inside.

Chi Feichi drove away from the spot and said to the headset, "Kean, the transaction is complete", before cutting off the communication.

Takatori Yannan carefully checked the box and money, checked the amount, and then said, "Boss, no problem."

Chi Feichi took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Gin Jiu.

Feichi couldn't help sighing with emotion in a low voice, "The day of daily work is over..."