Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 65 Dividing the battlefield? We're clearly surrounded!
Vodka parked the car far away from the residential area. This was his brother's precious car, and it couldn't afford to have any problems. The farther away from the battlefield, the better.

Driving the car inside at this time would be like loudly announcing to others that they've arrived.
Even if vodka is stupid, it's still Gin's little secretary; it understands that much.

The four black animals—three men and one woman—strolled through the forest, standing out starkly against the backdrop of the pristine white snow.

Fortunately, the trees in the forest are densely packed, and even the bare branches provide some shade.

A dozen minutes later, Chianti asked impatiently, "Are we still leaving? Where is Shuichi Akai?"

The group happened to arrive at an open area, and Xia Chuan pointed to the quiet, row of houses below.

One of the windows was slightly lit, and white smoke was rising from the chimney, indicating that the stove was running.

Is it there?

Cohen raised his M24 and glanced through the scope. He saw that the windows were tightly closed and there was no sign of anyone except for the light.

"No, this should be the room where the witnesses under their witness protection program are located; they're over there."

Xia Chuan raised his finger slightly backward, pointing to a small house a little further back.

Several cars were parked against the wall in front of the small house. The Kudo family of three should be in the small house with white smoke rising from the chimney. Therefore, the small house with parked cars but no lights on can only be the FBI.

"Get down!"

Xia Chuan suddenly spoke, and the three thugs immediately knelt down.

"what happened?"

Vodka looked completely bewildered, his hat nearly falling to the ground, and he quickly pressed it down firmly.

He looked at the agave in confusion, wondering what was going on. It suddenly spoke up, which startled him. He was already on edge because of Shuichi Akai.

"Didn't you see someone over there using binoculars to observe the surroundings?" Xia Chuan really wanted to slap Vodka. Wearing sunglasses so late at night, no wonder his eyesight is so bad.

"Sniping from here?" Chianti crawled forward, as if looking for a suitable sniping position.

"How is that possible? This place is more than 1000 meters away from the FBI's location. How could you possibly hit them?"

Xia Chuan made a sarcastic remark, which drew angry glares from Cohen and Chianti. However, what he said did make sense, and the two could only look at him angrily, unable to find a reason to refute him.

"Alright, stop fighting among yourselves. I think Tequila should have found a suitable location by now, right? Only Tequila was here during the day, so he should have some ideas by now, right?"

Vodka acted as a peacemaker; if he hadn't spoken up at this point, the three of them would probably have started fighting.

That's how distilleries are.

Nobody is willing to concede to anyone else, except for Gin and Rum.

Even though Vermouth holds a high position, there are many who are not convinced by her.

There's even a troublemaker like Binga, who doesn't even respect Gin!

To put it bluntly, the distillery appears to be an extremely powerful black organization, feared by many and seen as a thorn in the side by agents from many countries. However, it is actually in chaos inside, with many people disliking each other.

The four people split into three group chats, each with their own thoughts.

Vodka is focused on completing the task assigned by Gin, while Chianti and Cohen dislike Tequila. Natsukawa, disguised as Tequila, is completely unconcerned, as everything is still under control.

what.

Has Frank not arrived yet?
From a high point in the woods, Xia Chuan looked around, searching for traces of his own white van.

Was Frank better at hiding his identity?
Xia Chuan had a bad feeling. Frank was driving like a novice female driver, swaying and wobbling. Could he still be on the road?

Surrounded by alcohol, he had no way to contact the other party and could only let things take their course, praying that Frank would not disappoint him.

The high point in the woods is a good observation spot, but not suitable for sniping, at least not for Cohen and Chianti; they would need to go down to the row houses.

Fortunately, there are many small houses here and the terrain is complicated, so there is no need to worry about being discovered by the FBI.

Xia Chuan had already scouted out several good locations in advance.

Before he arrived, he only knew that the FBI was in place, but he didn't know their exact location. Now that he knows, he can select locations for the distillery accordingly.

However, this operation will primarily involve vodka, and this needs to be discussed with the other party beforehand.

"Vodka, what do you think of it over there?"

Xia Chuan pointed to a row of small houses on the east side.

The cabin over there, the cabin where Conan is, and the FBI's temporary base are all in a straight line, with Conan's cabin located right in the middle of the two.

Xia Chuan planned to let Conan experience the horrors of battle, not for any other reason than to train Conan's battlefield survival skills. After all, things would become increasingly dangerous later on, and he needed to prepare himself mentally in advance.

Conan was unaware of Natsukawa's elaborate scheme; at this moment, he had already hidden in a small compartment under the floorboards inside the room.

This compartment may be used for storing wine.

It's just the right size for Conan to squat inside by himself.

He had already opened the window. After daybreak, when the two guys found the window open and he wasn't inside, they would assume he had escaped. Once they chased after him, he would come out from this partition, and the elementary school student's disappearance trick would be complete.

Closer to home.

Vodka looked in the direction Xia Chuan was pointing, nodded, and then seemed somewhat hesitant.

The huts to the east are taller, some even three stories high, which is certainly an advantage over other directions. The third-floor windows are perfect for Chianti and Cohen to snipe and assassinate, but for him, who only carries a pistol, they are too far away.

His pistol was a Beretta 92F, with an effective range of only fifty meters; beyond that distance, the bullets would stop obeying his commands.

Cohen and Chianti exchanged a glance, and Cohen spoke up, "We'll snipe from the third floor of the cabin Tequila mentioned, while you two ambush them from close range. They'll definitely come downstairs to leave after being attacked, and that's when you can strike and catch them off guard."

"Moreover, there will definitely be FBI agents in that witness protection building. You can divide the battlefield in the middle to weaken their firepower."

Vodka:
Divide the battlefield? We're clearly surrounded! I feel like you're sending Tequila and me to our deaths. Tequila was just making a couple of sarcastic remarks, did you have to go to such lengths? And now you're dragging me into this too.
"Don't worry, if anyone nearby dares to attack you, I'll shoot them." Chianti confidently raised his sniper rifle, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

There were four cars in total, with a maximum of ten or so people. They were in the shadows, while the FBI was in the open. At this point, the numerical advantage would become a disadvantage.

The FBI will only become their target.

Soon, the four people took their places.

Xia Chuan wore wireless earphones, waiting for Cohen to fire the first shot.

The observers on the second floor of the FBI's cabin were using tactical binoculars to survey the surrounding area, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Shuichi Akai, who was on the first floor, suddenly stood up.

He suddenly discovered a key point.

Besides the dubious intelligence source, the traders involved in this operation also seemed far too unvigilant.

This is so different from Gin's usual style; it doesn't seem like a deal orchestrated by Gin.

Gin should not have allowed the trading parties to arrive at the trading location so early.

Staying too long at a trading point undoubtedly increases the risk of exposure, and there is even a possibility of being ambushed, something Gin couldn't have been unaware of.

Shuichi Akai walked to the window, looked at the smoke billowing from the chimney of the small house, and couldn't help but frown again, rubbing his forehead in a state of confusion and struggle.

Should we continue to stake out the area?

The way that little house is behaving now is practically telling everyone, "Is anyone in my little house today?"
Too conspicuous.

This is very likely a conspiracy by the distillery.

But then again, if it was Gin's conspiracy, how could there be such an obvious loophole? What exactly is going on here?

Unless there are other people involved who are setting this up.

If so, what force would it be?

"Prepare to retreat."

Shuichi Akai pondered for a long time before making a decision.

The sudden order caught everyone off guard, and their faces showed their bewilderment.

They've been squatting here for half a day, why are they retreating now?

The bullets were already loaded, everyone's nerves were on edge, and some people had even updated their wills. Hearing this sentence almost snapped their nerves.

"Shuichi, but what about the chief?"

Shuichi Akai ignored the investigator who spoke, his face hardening.

The others swallowed back the words they were about to say.

Just then, a sound came from the second floor, like something falling to the ground.

Shuichi Akai's expression changed drastically, and he rushed up to the second floor with a whoosh.

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