Please help translate this joke.

The phone of the Central Intelligence Agency rang.

"Hello, is this the CIA?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I want to provide a clue that my neighbor Tom hid drugs in his firewood."

"Thank you, we will investigate."

Then the CIA raided Tom's house. They chopped the firewood into pieces, but found nothing. Then he began to scold the procuratorate and left.

Tom's phone rang.

"Hello, Tom, did the CIA chop wood for you?"

"yes."

"Now it's your turn. My land is going to be turned over. "