Da... Da... Da...
The sound of dense footsteps echoed in the alley. Under the gaze of Moss, Sakaki Makoto and his group walked through the narrow and damp alley and came to the interior of the industrial area.
There is a factory building here without a nameplate. Unlike other tall and wide buildings painted white, the yard is overgrown with weeds, the walls are peeling, revealing mottled and rugged red bricks, and the broken windows are swaying in the wind, like a yard that has been abandoned for a long time.
Sakaki Makoto raised his head and looked around the dilapidated factory, feeling a little confused.
Conan once said that when they encountered the murder case of a Nisankai cadre in Gunma Prefecture, the other party brought hundreds of people. It can be imagined that a gangster with hundreds of younger brothers is definitely not a small gang.
"Originally, the Nisan Society followed Akutsu Shinichiro's lead and followed him in doing illegal and dirty things."
Standing in front of the factory gate, Vermouth took a puff of cigarette and said as if talking to herself, but also as if reminding someone with a hint of meaning:
"After Akutsu Shinichiro died, the Nisankai became a little dishonest. In recent months, they have repeatedly disobeyed the orders of the main family. The Kamishin Group's patience with them has reached its limit."
"Nah, Mr. Fujiwara..."
Ever since he knew that Fujiwara Daisuke was his godmother, Conan became somewhat unscrupulous. He held Fujiwara Daisuke's hand, stared at her with his big eyes as bright as light bulbs and asked:
"What is illegal activity?"
"oh..."
Vermouth was startled by the pair of big eyes full of coquettishness. She was stunned for a rare moment, then she came to her senses:
"Illegal activities naturally refer to extortion, smuggling, gambling and the like..."
"At that time, the Mud Ginseng Society used the power of Shinichiro Akutsu to buy a site in the suburbs and set up a freight company. On the surface, this company was nothing special, but in fact, the Mud Ginseng Society used this company to secretly smuggle guns..."
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The younger brothers at the back looked at each other and burst into laughter:
"You are simply overestimating your own capabilities! The port is Brother Fujiwara's territory, and the Nican Society has stretched its hands too far. Brother Fujiwara was about to clean up the mess, but the company suddenly closed down. It was said that the bald chairman absconded with the funds. The boss of the Nican Society was so angry that he fell ill on the spot and died within a few days!"
Smuggling company...bald chairman...
Conan's heart sank and his DNA jumped.
As a PTSD patient, he often recalls what happened in Dorobiga Amusement Park that day due to external factors. Gin's club and pill turned him from Kudo Shinichi into a death god elementary school student... No, it was the short and fat boy Conan.
He himself remembered what happened that night very clearly, including every detail, including what Vodka said to a bald chairman when he was hiding behind the wall and eavesdropping...
The Black Organization has mastered the secret of their company's smuggling of guns. If they want to get the negatives back, they have to pay a ransom of 100 million yen. At the same time, they forcibly buy the company's location at a price far below the market price and threaten the bald chairman not to return to Tokyo.
Could it be...
Is that bald chairman connected to the Mud Ginseng Society?
Because the Black Organization took away the ownership of the land, the bald chairman of the Mud Club had to escape from Tokyo because he was afraid of it. As a result, the Mud Club boss was furious and died. There was an internal strife in the Mud Club. They happened to be traveling with Sonoko and encountered the scene where the Mud Club cadres buried their bodies...
Hey, hey, hey, this is too coincidental!
Conan felt a chill down his spine and was too shocked to speak.
The world has formed a closed loop, and all accidents have traces to follow. Being in the center of the storm, he will inevitably bear the corresponding consequences.
If there were screenwriters in this world, they would definitely specialize in writing melodramatic stories!
Conan felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and he recalled Gin's hard stick.
Sakaki Makoto and Miss Miyano looked at each other and also noticed something strange.
emotion...
The leader of the Mud Ginseng Society was angered to death, and Gin was responsible for it.
The younger brother went forward and pushed open the unlocked iron gate, and everyone walked into the yard. There was no one around, and it looked more like a haunted house than the headquarters of the Mud Conference.
"This is the front yard of the Nican Association headquarters, used to confuse outsiders."
Vermouth said:
"The real entrance and exit is on the other side, entering through other factories. This is the retreat route they reserved... Follow me."
As the young leader of the Kamishin Group, during the months of lurking, Vermouth had already figured out their background and collected a lot of information about the Ni Can Conference.
Everyone followed her into the abandoned building, and after many twists and turns they arrived at the basement, where they were blocked by a rusty green iron door.
Without any instructions from Vermouth, a younger brother immediately came forward and knocked on the door.
Boom boom!
After a few seconds, the iron door made a sound of a sliding lock and opened inward. A middle-aged man with a stern face, wearing a gangster windbreaker and holding a cigarette, looked at Sakaki Makoto and others coldly. When he saw Vermouth, his expression changed slightly, and a trace of respect emerged:
"Brother Fujiwara, Sister Busujima has been waiting for you for a long time..."
"Bushima Kiriko?"
Vermouth sneered:
"She is the current head of the Mud Association?"
"....yes."
The middle-aged man was a little indignant that his big sister was called by her name, but he didn't dare show it on his face.
Without further ado, Vermouth stepped through the iron gate. The middle-aged man saw a group of young men coming from behind with ill intentions, and just as he was about to open his mouth to stop them, a burly man grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall.
"Shh..."
The sturdy man patted his cheek, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and said jokingly:
"Smart people should do smart things...get it?"
The middle-aged man, whose cheeks turned red due to lack of oxygen, nodded quickly. Suddenly, he felt his neck loosen and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
The strength of the Ni participants is not enough to challenge the new group. Originally, they were second-level gangsters affiliated with the new group, and the gap between them was like a chasm.
In the past, they had Akutsu Shinichiro protecting them, so they could act recklessly. But now things are different. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. After Akutsu Shinichiro fell, the title of the first young leader of the Kamishin Group has fallen to Fujiwara Daisuke. Today, the Kamishin Group is in trouble...
It is to recruit Ni to participate in the meeting.
It is said that Fujiwara no Daisuke is a reasonable person, but now it seems...
Actually, that’s not entirely true.
Leaving a few people to guard the iron gate, Vermouth walked majestically through the basement to the headquarters building of the Mud Society. All the members of the Mud Society he met on the way were taken under control.
The two sides had communicated beforehand, and the Nishen Society knew that Fujiwara Daisou would come to visit them tonight, and had already mobilized many of their followers to be on high alert, but they didn't expect...
Fujiwara no Daisuke's style was so fierce and aggressive that he took control of the situation as soon as he arrived.
The little brother standing in the corridor looked at the gun barrel exposed under the other party's clothes, and quietly hid the iron rod and machete in his hand...
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