Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 790 Intimidation!

It's understandable that he was puzzled; anyone would be confused as to why there was a child who looked to be only in first grade among a group of armed robbers.

Judging from his position, this child is at least a figure like Vodka next to Gin.

Could he be a dwarf?
Conan felt a little annoyed by that gaze. He glanced at Shuichi Akai and, seeing that the other hadn't spoken, knew he was being given a chance to ask, so he didn't hold back.

In fact, Shuichi Akai deliberately gave Conan the opportunity to ask questions.

This was also a way to observe Conan.

Do you know about the Black Organization?

President Higashida's expression froze, his head slumped, and he pressed his other hand against his injured hand, groaning loudly.

"It's no use, it's all your own fault for making the soundproofing too good."

President Higashida tried to attract attention from outsiders, but Conan and the others were not worried.

Conan stepped forward, climbed onto the table, and looked directly at President Higashida: "It seems you really are a member of the Black Organization."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

The wailing stopped, and President Higashida suddenly calmed down, looking calmly at Conan. He even pulled out the weapon of law: "This is burglary, and you were carrying a handgun. I'm calling the police, and I'm going to sue you!"

"It's no use, President Higashida!"

Conan suddenly raised his voice, turned to look at the bewildered employees, and slowly said, "A company that's laundering money, do you dare call the police? You'll probably be the first ones to get arrested!"

Before arriving, the FBI had already obtained Eastfield Capital's investment records for the past year. Using his accounting and finance knowledge learned in Hawaii, Conan discovered the problems.

—This is clearly a front company.

The office was quiet, and no one objected.

"Speak." Shuichi Akai didn't say much, but simply pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at President Higashida.

However, the president didn't frown at all, and even stretched his head forward.

"kill me!"

There was no fear in his eyes; aside from the initial panic, he had seemingly disregarded life and death.

Conan felt a little disheartened.

These are just peripheral members, and they already have this kind of death-defying mentality.
Shuichi Akai remained silent for a moment, then suddenly put away his pistol.

That's what makes the brewery so difficult.

However, this person is an outsider at the distillery, while the others are not. Perhaps we can start by investigating the others.

The office staff breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the man in the jacket put down his gun, only to suddenly realize that the gun had been raised again and was pointing in their direction.

"Your president, Higashida, isn't afraid of death, but what about you?"

"Tell us what you know, or none of you will leave here alive." A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Judy's beautiful face as she paced back and forth in the middle of the office.

Of course, this is just a threat.

The FBI doesn't have law enforcement authority in Japan, and this method is already overstepping its authority. If they can keep it a secret, that's good; if they can't, they'll at least have to accept punishment.

As for murder, let's leave it at that. After their interrogation, they'll inevitably have to hand over President Dongtian to the police.

This is the troublesome aspect of cross-border case handling.

Sure enough, these words made the office staff tremble even more violently.

Judy stared intently, trying to glean some clues from his expression.

She quickly spotted a suspicious target.

This person doesn't hold a finance or similar position, and looks very young, probably under thirty. There's no computer at his workstation, which is unusual for employees in investment companies.

Moreover, his attire was also quite unique. While everyone else wore suits and ties, he wore a suit and bow tie, and there was also a pair of white gloves on the table.

The man's lips trembled, his forehead was covered in sweat, his legs shook like a sieve, his eyes darted around in a panic, and his hands instinctively crossed over his chest. He was completely enveloped in tension and fear.

"Are you President Dongtian's driver?" Judy asked quietly. The man looked up at Judy, then quickly looked down again.

"Say!"

The butt of the gun slammed into the man's hand with a thud.

"Yes, yes, please don't hit me, I'm Uncle Dongtian's driver."

"uncle!?"

Shuichi Akai gave his subordinate a look, ordering him to take control of President Higashida, and then walked over with Conan.

President Dongtian's eyes widened in disbelief, but the FBI agent had already covered his mouth, a white handkerchief stuffed over his nose and mouth, and he quickly lost consciousness.

"Yes, it is."

"Do you know if President Higashino has ever met with the two men in black, one fat and one thin?"

Shuichi Akai deliberately moved closer to the other employees to prevent them from hearing.

Conan didn't speak. He could ask quietly inside, but he couldn't be too arrogant now that he was out.

“There was a man in a black suit, with a strong build.”

"When and where did they meet?"

"Uh, it must have been yesterday, in Okuho-cho. I don't know the exact name of the location, but I know the route from the company."

Conan was overjoyed.

Without saying a word, Shuichi Akai immediately took the driver downstairs and left.

Conan followed closely behind.

Just as Judy was about to follow, Shuichi Akai suddenly turned back and said, "You stay here and handle the aftermath. Try your best to calm people down. If you can keep it a secret from the Public Security Bureau and the Metropolitan Police Department, then don't let them know."

Judy looked a little disappointed, but still nodded seriously: "Don't worry, these employees are timid, I have a way to deal with them."

After confirming that the Chevrolet C1500 had left through the window, Judy returned to her office.

The drugged President Higashida was shackled and carried out by two detectives.

The remaining agents looked over, awaiting further orders.

Judy nodded slightly, signaling them to put their guns away, then her tone suddenly softened: "We are public security police. President Dongtian is suspected of selling national security information to foreign forces and has now been arrested by us."

"You have two choices."

Upon hearing that there was a choice, the employees, who had been feeling utterly hopeless, all looked up.

The job paid well, but money laundering was illegal. When they first heard it was the police, they were already disheartened, but the next sentence rekindled their spirits.

The stark contrast confused them, and they didn't even notice that at least half of these so-called police officers were of European or American descent, which was clearly abnormal.

"First, keep it a secret, act as if nothing happened, continue to clock in and out every day for a week, and I will pretend I don't know anything about what you did before."

"Second, come back to the Public Security Headquarters with us."

The employees looked at each other, and without even thinking, they would choose the first of the two options.

The only question is, why would the police let me go?

Do they have to keep clocking in for seven more days? Is it to mislead those they're working with so they can all be caught in one fell swoop?
The employees quickly guessed the answer and knew that staying here was not safe either, but at least they agreed first. Once the police left, it would be easy to run away.

Judy was very happy that not a single employee chose option two.

She nodded in satisfaction and was about to call it a day when she suddenly heard a strange noise coming from outside the office.

The sounds appeared sparsely and then quickly disappeared.

"What's going on?" she shouted outside.

However, the shout received no response; the office was eerily quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

(End of this chapter)