There is a dilapidated pier behind Yueying Island. It was abandoned fifteen years ago. Now the pier is covered with moss and looks completely neglected.
But things can't just look at the surface. What's hidden inside is a luxurious scene. His dazzling red hair is combed into a low ponytail, and his wheat-colored skin is in line with the unique skin color of seaside residents. He is embracing the land with a look of enjoyment.
Beautiful women in cool clothes can taste delicious and juicy grapes just by opening their mouths.
His name is Ushiyama Eiji. He was originally an unlearned and unskilled little character who was so ordinary that he was inconspicuous among the crowd.
But since he boarded the big ship of the organization, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Of course, the person he is most grateful to is the foreign woman who supported him to become the underground overlord of Yueying Island twelve years ago. If that woman had not helped him
After getting rid of his cowardly boss, he would not be able to live such a luxurious life.
Everything Ushiyama Eiji has been given by the organization, he is naturally willing to be a tail-wagging puppy. It is this loyalty that has allowed him to not be replaced by newcomers after so many years.
A man in a black suit walked up to Ushiyama Eiji and said respectfully: "Mr. Ushiyama, people coming to trade from outside the island have arrived at the grove outside the dock. Please be prepared to receive them."
"I understand." Ushiyama Eiji kissed the beautiful woman next to him on the cheek, and said with a wicked smile: "You go back to the room and wait for me. I have something to deal with here." Before leaving, Ushiyama Eiji
Er didn't forget to rub her body a few more times, looked at himself in the mirror with a satisfied smile, and flipped his hair narcissistically. In terms of narcissism, he said he was second and no one dared to be first.
After he confirmed that his hair was not messed up, he arrived at the pier behind the island at the agreed trading time. Standing on the beach, he noticed three people walking not far away. The leader was the person who had been responsible for picking up goods in recent years.
Goji Sotaro.
Sometimes Ushiyama Eiji is quite envious of Goji Sotaro. He has stayed underground on Tsukikage Island for more than ten years without leaving. This guy in front of him is the famous Osaka Congressman, and he lives a much more free and unrestrained life than he does.
He walked with a figure-footed step and looked carefree. When he walked in, he noticed that there were two handsome bodyguards beside Sotaro Goji. Their height really made him envious of him who was only 1.6 meters tall.
Ushiyama Eiji had a malicious smile on his face. He put one hand in his pocket, lifted his shirt with the other and rubbed his bulging belly. There was no etiquette at all, and he joked: "Oh, Mr. Goji, one year
Time has passed. The bodyguards around you are becoming more and more handsome. Is this blond guy a foreigner? It seems that you have made a very comfortable profit from the price difference in the past few years? "
"Stop talking nonsense and take me in to inspect the goods quickly. My time is precious." Sotaro Goji did not dare to let Ushiyama Eiji continue to tease him, otherwise the two great gods behind him would also bear grudges against him. That would be too much.
Unjust.
Ushiyama Eiji frowned in dissatisfaction. He was already planning to find a way to restore the scene later. On the surface, he still smiled and stepped out of the way, pretending to welcome: "Hahaha, okay, the congressman and I are here."
It's different when you play a small role, and your time is priceless!" Fujiwara Yu glanced at Ushiyama Eiji, who looked like a gangster in every way, with an expressionless face. Previously, he was a little unconvinced by Sotaro Goji's description, but now he doesn't believe it either.
It can be regarded as knowing that the organization really doesn't care about some peripheral personnel.
No, to be precise, the peripheral personnel who live in places like Yueying Island, in addition to helping
Apart from "producing" a little wealth, they don't treat them as people in the organization at all. After all, Kudo Shinichi also said that in Vodka's mouth, 100 million yen is nothing, this kind of people only make one order a year.
business, so naturally it cannot be said to be very important to the organization, it is completely dispensable.
Under the leadership of Ushiyama Eiji, everyone walked into the underground facilities of Shimago Pier. After seeing the European-style decoration inside, White, who only had one salary and worked diligently for CIA, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's really very little.
I’ve seen this kind of decoration by the nouveau riche.
When Fujiwara Yu saw the gold bathtub openly placed in front of the TV, and it was still semi-open, he really didn't understand Ushiyama Eiji's taste, which was really tacky to the extreme.
No wonder that when he got close to him, the unpleasant smell of cologne hit his face. He wished he could pluck out his nose in a short time. His sensitive sense of smell was really terrible at this time.
And the most important thing is that after he walked into the underground space, he could smell a strange smell that even cologne couldn't cover up - the sour smell of burning.
He had learned about drugs when he was in the police academy. After smelling the smell, he confirmed that it was the unpleasant smell caused by smoking heroin. It seemed that these guys were not only selling drugs, but also taking drugs.
Fujiwara Yu's eyes fell on Ushiyama Eiji, who was talking eloquently. There were several needle holes on his arms. It seemed that he also used heroin by injection.
No wonder he looks like a skinny monkey with obvious sunken eye sockets. The person who can live for such a long time must have just smoked it.
Sotaro Goji couldn't help but frown when he smelled the sour smell. It wasn't like this when he came here last year. It seemed that Ushiyama, the lunatic, couldn't hold back his curiosity in the end and tried the taste of heroin.
After Ushiyama Eiji led the way, he finally arrived at the door of a room that seemed to be more important. After he entered the fingerprint lock, the heavy security door slowly opened, and a sour smell hit his face.
.
A large amount of flour-like things were piled inside. This amount shocked both Fujiwara Yu and White. This is not fifty kilograms. There must be at least two hundred kilograms in it, right?
What does two hundred kilograms of heroin mean in Japan? It means that these things in front of you are worth six billion yen!
Ushiyama Eiji sat directly on a bag of heroin. He crossed his legs and said with a smile: "Our dear congressman, the goods purchased this time are better than last year's batch, and the quantity is sufficient. Do you want it?"
Take more?"
"I only brought fifty kilograms of goods. This is too much and I can't eat it." Sotaro Koji shook his head in refusal. The amount of two hundred kilograms is not something that ordinary people can swallow. Besides, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense now.
"Okay, fifty, let's be fifty." Goji Sotaro gestured to the two great gods behind him to open the iron boxes. There were exactly 500 million yen in the four iron boxes. This also shows that the price of buying goods here is only 1 per gram.
Thousands of yen.
Fujiwara Yuu's eyes fell on Sotaro Goji, and he thought: This guy can make a lot of money from the price difference. When Ushiyama Eiji saw the piles of banknotes, he didn't notice the danger at all. He squatted down and started to check the banknotes. He just returned
Before he picked up the banknote, he felt something pressing against the back of his head.
He raised his head and looked, and found Sotaro Goji squatting down with his head in his hands, trembling: "I, I have brought you in. Mr. Agent, can you give me the antidote first?"