Actions and Smuggling
The sunset was incredibly beautiful, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared into the horizon. The deep blue of the sky chased after the night, painting the colors that belonged to the night.
The streetlights on the bustling streets come on on time, but Leibo Street, which is classified as a slum, has no luxurious streetlights and falls silent as soon as night falls. Compared with the long street flashing with neon lights nearby, the sense of separation is even more intense than during the day.
Tsurumi River and Dazai Osamu arrived at the sheep territory just in time, only to run into Nakahara Chuuya leading Shirase and the others.
He waved his arm: "Chuuya, we're here!"
Dazai Osamu, standing behind him, lazily raised his hand and waved dismissively.
Chuuya Nakahara turned around and said a few words to Shirase, then broke away from the main group and walked straight towards them. He nodded awkwardly to the two of them and said, "Since you're here, follow me when we move out."
Tsurumi Kawakami nodded vigorously, his excitement barely concealed. He leaned close to Nakahara Chuuya and asked in a low but excited voice, "Is there another plan?"
Chuuya Nakahara's brow twitched. He reached out from his pocket and pushed away the approaching, fluffy black head. He glanced at Dazai Osamu, who looked like he hadn't woken up yet, nodded, and said in a low voice, "Yeah, let's go to the other warehouse."
Tsurumi Kawakami became completely excited, his golden eyes sparkling. Seeing Dazai Osamu walking slowly, he couldn't help but reach out and pull him along.
On the way, Tsurumi Kawa didn't see any other members of the other organizations in the Rippachi Street. They followed Shirase and his group at a distance, and then split up and went in two different directions as they were about to leave Rippachi Street.
The three of them headed towards the port and docks, where they could see the bright lights of the trading port in the distance. The lights were very bright and covered a wide area.
Three cargo ships were docked at the pier, and the workers responsible for receiving, inspecting, and counting them were like ants, going up and down the docked ships.
The sea breeze was quite strong in the evening. Standing on high ground and looking down, the whistling wind made my hair a mess.
It was Tsurumi Kawaru's first time at the pier. He was excited and thrilled. He followed Nakahara Chuuya's example and squatted down under some cover to barely avoid the sea breeze.
"Chuuye, there are so many container warehouses down there. Which one are we going to later?"
On the other side of the port terminal were rows of neatly arranged containers. The containers were large and uniform in color, and with excellent eyesight, one could see that the barcode numbers sprayed on the outside of the containers were different.
Chuuya Nakahara had scouted the area beforehand. The right side, away from the dock, had fewer streetlights, and one of them seemed to have a faulty connection, flickering at a positive frequency.
He pointed to the flashing streetlight over there, turned his head to Tsurumi Kawakami and said, "It's the third container on the bottom left of that streetlight, but be careful, there might be someone guarding it."
Tsurumi Kawakami narrowed his eyes and carefully checked it again. Hearing Chuuya's instructions, he nodded and turned to look at Dazai Osamu beside him, telling him what Nakahara Chuuya had said.
Dazai Osamu nodded perfunctorily, his gaze passing over Tsurumi Kawaru to Nakahara Chuuya on the far left: "What warehouse of the Port Mafia is that?"
When Chuuya Nakahara met Dazai Osamu's deep gaze, he paused for a moment, then looked away with some annoyance, pursed his lips, and said dryly, "I don't know, I only know that it was cargo transported by a trading ship."
Dazai Osamu paused, then turned his gaze to the trading ships docked at the pier.
It was already late, and there were no lights in their hiding place except for nearby neon lights and orange streetlights not far away.
The dim, ambiguous light made it difficult to see the emotions swirling in Iris's eyes. Chuuya only saw Dazai Osamu's lips curl slightly, revealing a silent, enigmatic smile.
Chuuya Nakahara frowned, looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away and turned his head.
Tsurumi Kawaru kept his eyes fixed on the containers below, oblivious to the atmosphere between the two.
When Chuuya heard what was in the container, he wasn't quite sure either, but he eagerly asked, "Chuuya, when do we make our move?"
Chuuya Nakahara took out his phone and glanced at it. "Wait for Shirase's message. Once they make a move, we'll act too."
During his initial site visit, he noticed that the warehouse had stronger security, with port mascots in black suits patrolling and guarding it around the clock. It was clear that the contents of the containers were very valuable and important to the port mascots.
Therefore, in order to ensure that Shirase and his team's raid on the supply warehouse went smoothly, Nakahara Chuuya decided to attack the warehouse at the same time as they did so, to draw their fire.
Tsurumi Kawakuri nodded, puzzled, and crouched behind the cover, cautiously peeking out at the container warehouse below.
As darkness fell and the sea breeze grew stronger, the salty sea breeze sent shivers down my spine and made my exposed skin break out in goosebumps.
Tsurumi Kawakami subtly shifted his position, completely hiding himself behind the cover. He looked around and then moved slightly next to Dazai Osamu.
"Dazai, are you cold?"
The black-haired boy with iris-like eyes lifted his eyelids to glance at him, his gaze falling on Tsurumi Kawaru's shirt billowing in the wind. He twitched the corners of his mouth and moved aside.
"They haven't made a move yet? Even ants should be here by now, right?" Dazai Osamu looked past Tsurumi Kawaru's shoulder and neck at Nakahara Chuuya.
Chuuya Nakahara's face immediately turned sour. He glared at Osamu Dazai and was about to take out his phone when he received a vibration message.
"Shirase and the others have made their move." He turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket.
Tsurumi Kawaru excitedly got up and stretched, then followed Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya along the path they had scouted beforehand, heading straight for the dock.
The container warehouse is located far from the center, on the right side near a large industrial area. The streetlights are quite far apart, and the nearest one is flickering, with some flying insects visible flying up and down.
Under the dim streetlights, the shipping container, hidden in the darkness, lay sprawled on the ground like a giant beast. Just then, a patrol change occurred, and six burly men in black suits, their waists bulging, emerged from the container that had been converted into a resting place.
Tsurumi Kawa saw Nakahara Chuuya make a hand gesture to him, and the next second he saw the other man being propelled forward by gravity.
The black-haired, golden-eyed boy was slightly taken aback, but quickly reacted. Before running out, he turned back and gave Dazai a few instructions, and then rushed forward as well.
Dazai Osamu leaned lazily against the container, glancing casually at the two people rushing out. He was positioned at an angle, concealing his presence while maintaining a wide field of vision.
The port Mafia members drew their weapons as they approached, and seeing the situation was dire, immediately contacted headquarters for backup.
A barrage of gunfire echoed across the quiet dock, but the bullets had no effect on either Chuuya Nakahara or Nagare Tsurumi.
The black and red gravity manipulated the bullets to reflect back, and Chuuya Nakahara, whose body was filled with gravity, was fearless; Tsurumi Kawa's reflection was 100% effective against physical attacks, and the damage caused by the bullets had little effect on him. He rushed into the group of people in black suits like a fish in water.
The battle began suddenly and ended quickly. Black suits lay scattered all over the open ground, smoke filled the air, and the smell of gunpowder permeated the nostrils.
Tsurumi Kawaru blinked and stepped over the obstacles on the ground to the container with its door open. He peeked inside and saw that the container, which had been converted into a rest area, was filled with smoke. There was also a metal bunk bed in the back.
He went inside and ransacked the place, finding some cash and snacks like bread and biscuits.
As Tsurumi Kawaru walked out carrying his belongings, he saw Nakahara Chuuya crush several cell phones and communication devices with his strength.
Chuuya Nakahara looked rather grim. He glanced at the people on the ground and said to them seriously, "We need to speed things up. The distress call has been sent out."
Dazai Osamu emerged from the corner and came to the container with its doors tightly locked. Not only was it secured with a heavy chain and a padlock, but it was also sealed with a customs quarantine seal.
He glanced at the seal and then at the keyhole, then pulled a wire from his sleeve and pried open the lock in no time.
Tsurumi Kawakami clapped enthusiastically, divided the loot into several packets, and handed them to Dazai Osamu.
"Let me open the door." He stepped forward eagerly, untied the tangled thick iron chain, and opened the container door.
With a creak, the box door opened, and dim, ambiguous light shone in, revealing neatly stacked goods sealed with wooden strips.
Tsurumi Kawakami walked in and patted one of the boxes. "What's inside?"
The box was more than half a person's height and very heavy.
There were no signs on the outside, but after walking around, Tsurumi Kawakami noticed a sign on one of the walls that read: 'Handle with care, fragile items'
Chuuya Nakahara glanced around, walked over to him, and used gravity to manipulate a wooden box: "Open it and you'll know."
Under the force of gravity, the wooden crate slammed heavily to the ground, and the wooden strips used to seal the edges snapped and fell to the ground with a few cracking sounds.
Tsurumi Kawara snapped a wooden strip and pulled hard, quickly opening the box. When he saw what was inside, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Wow—!! Is this...is this an antique?"
Chuuya Nakahara: "Huh?"
He walked up to Tsurumi Kawakami with a puzzled expression, looked down into the wooden box, and his expression immediately became strange.
Chuuya Nakahara turned to look at Osamu Dazai, "Hey, come here and see what's in here."
Dazai Osamu, who was sitting on one of the wooden boxes, was intrigued by the two of them. He jumped down from the box and strolled over to Tsurumi Kawa. He peeked into the box and was immediately stunned.
"This thing... is it fake?"
Dazai Osamu paused for a moment, then took out a small antique ornament from the wooden box and examined it carefully under the light.
In his hand was a strikingly different and boldly colored fired ornament, cool and delicate to the touch, usually found in museums or private collections.
However, some wealthy and influential families also had a few antiques. Dazai Osamu examined them carefully and put the ornaments back into the wooden box.
He crossed his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "It's not genuine, it's a fake."
Tsurumi Kawaru exclaimed "Wow!" and reached out to touch the contents of the box. "But it looks so good, it's almost like the real thing."
Chuuya Nakahara snorted and said, "Smuggling and selling fakes?"
Dazai Osamu paused, looked up at the dozens of wooden crates neatly stacked in the warehouse, lowered his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, a deep meaning appearing in his eyes.
"Hmm, you're right."
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