Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 389 Three Big Men and Chianti
"I am Pires, the head of the CIA's special investigation team in Japan. I need support now."

"Shh shh shh."

"Please respond if you hear me. We have been attacked by criminals and need backup. My superior should have already called headquarters, right?"

"Shasha."

"Fuck you!"

"We heard you, but we're sorry, our mission is to capture members of the Black Organization. Please report your location and evacuate as soon as possible."

Pires: "..."

Inside the Cobra armed helicopter, the system is conducting a thermal imaging scan.

However, because of the recent explosion, there are too many hotspots, and even fires have broken out, which greatly increases the difficulty of thermal imaging.

Shuichi Akai put down the radio, went to the hatch, and looked down.

They were fighting fiercely just a moment ago, but now it's completely quiet. It really takes fighter jets like these to have a real deterrent effect.

"Shuichi, shouldn't we just ignore those CIA people?"

Judy said with some concern, "When we came here, the garrison command did talk to us about the CIA. If we don't deal with them, will there be problems later?"

"We're just borrowing them. Both Cobras are staffed with FBI agents. As long as we don't say anything, who will know they've been in contact with us?"

Akai Hideaki remained expressionless. He didn't care about the CIA; Gin was his primary target.

If the CIA agents are still alive by the end of the meeting, he wouldn't mind taking them with him. But until then, he'd better pray for his own good fortune!
After receiving the news yesterday, he immediately contacted his superiors and, after much effort, finally got them to agree to his request for support from the Yokosuka base.

After arriving in Yokosuka today, we went through a lot of procedures.

Even US armed helicopters need permission to take off over Japan. This is not a military exercise, so the process is even more complicated. That's why they only got permission to take off at this point.

Then, from Kanagawa to Tottori Prefecture, they had almost traversed the entire island of Honshu. Now, with limited fuel and the need to consider their return journey, they didn't have much time. They had to immediately assess the situation below and find a suitable landing spot.

After all, if you want to arrest the distillery's top executives, it's simply unrealistic to try to find them by helicopter without landing.

With the "Cobra" team coordinating from the air and attacking from below, even a team of hundreds from the brewery wouldn't be a match for them.

Below, Pires's face was extremely ugly, his mouth twitched, and the radio chattered for a long time before he finally cursed once, and the other side replied.

It's hard to say that the other party didn't want to pick them up because of that curse.

wrong!

Damn it, these troops must have done it on purpose. They're also interested in the Black Organization, so they hijacked it?
Pires wanted to leave, but he was still resentful of Louis and Gin, who had set a trap for him and put him in this predicament.

If only radios were still functional and cell phones were no longer usable, he would definitely have notified his superiors to put pressure on the planes overhead.

"Go first."

Pires made a difficult decision.

After giving his location information, Pires looked around and suddenly remembered that when the Apache exploded, someone seemed to have jumped down from it and was probably still affected by the aftershocks. He probably wasn't in good condition.

That guy looks like he's also a codename member. If we can capture him, we can at least explain things back home.

With that thought in mind, Pires quickened his pace and ran towards the direction where the parachute had landed, as he remembered it.

There are three of them now, and if nothing unexpected happens, arresting one of the codenamed members who made the forced landing shouldn't be a problem.

After walking for a long time, just when Pires was about to doubt whether he had remembered the wrong direction, he finally saw the parachute stuck in the tree branch.

Pires gestured for the others to step forward, and the three of them slowly approached.

He quickly arrived at the foot of the parachute.

The parachute was stuck between the treetops of two large trees, with a woman dressed entirely in black dangling below. The woman was suspended three or four meters above the ground, seemingly unconscious and unaware of their arrival.

He took a closer look and noticed that the other person had an earphone hanging on his ear, a light sniper rifle on his back, and a dagger and pistol at his waist.

The woman swayed gently like a swing, her body swaying slowly as the breeze brushed against the treetops.

With a wave of his hand, two defeated soldiers staggered forward and put the man down.

She has a classic oval face, but her features and eyebrows seem somewhat sharp and mean. Her short hair makes her look very capable, and there are some calluses on the corner of one of her eyes.

Clearly, this is a professional sniper!

Even the brother who died at the beginning may very well have been killed by this man.

Pires glanced back and saw that the two Cobras didn't seem to have found a suitable landing opportunity yet, so he breathed a sigh of relief; there should still be plenty of time.

He kicked the woman in the stomach.

"Woo!"

Chianti's eyes bulged, and she spat out a mouthful of bile onto the ground. She tried to reach out and cover her stomach, but found that her hands seemed to be tied behind her back. In the end, she could only whimper and glare at the man opposite her.

Dressed in black as well, but with European features, she knew that the man in front of her, one of the snipers in the trap earlier, was probably the CIA team leader in charge of this operation.

"What is your position and status within the organization?"

Pires thought he should try to find out their identities first. If they were indeed codenamed members, he would take them with him. If they were just ordinary peripheral members, there was no point in taking them with him, so he might as well kill them.

"Pooh!"

Chianti was not a weak woman to begin with, and she was naturally not afraid of Pires. Even now that she was tied up, she was not afraid at all.

For her, surrender was out of the question; either he would kill her directly, or she would spit all over his face.

Chianti thought this way, and that's what she did.

Pires wiped the drool from his face, his expression unchanged.

He has received professional training and can endure anything, no matter how disgusting. He is capable of doing anything as long as he can achieve his goal. So what if there is saliva?

"Woman, don't be ungrateful. We are three muscular men."

Pires couldn't resist showing off his chest muscles.

The throbbing of his pectoral muscles did not improve Chianti's complexion, and he kicked Pires in the ankle with his still-movable leg.

"A defeated general is nothing to be proud of. Just now, I beat you so badly that you ran away with your tail between your legs!"

Chianti sneered and glared at Pires with disdain.

Pires didn't react at all. Combat boots are not easy to pierce, let alone kick. Even a dagger can't easily pierce them.

The CIA spends an unknown amount of money on equipment every year, basically arming its members from head to toe.

Whether they are strong or not is unknown, but when it comes to equipment and supplies, they have never been afraid of anyone!
That kick wasn't even a tickle.

As for what he just said, it was indeed a bit hurtful, but Pires is thick-skinned and doesn't care at all.

He listed the equipment he had taken from the other man: "A tactical knife, a modified Colt, and this light sniper rifle."

Pires stroked the sniper rifle in his hand and spoke eloquently, revealing a confident smile once again: "With this level of equipment and body armor, you must be the codename member, right?"

Pires threw the bulletproof vest aside, intending to show the other side that even if they wanted to escape, without the vest, the chance of dying was 100%.

(End of this chapter)