There is a dilapidated pier behind Yueying Island. It has been abandoned for fifteen years. Now the pier is covered with moss and looks completely deserted.
But we can't just look at the surface of things. Hidden inside is a luxurious scene.
His dazzling red hair was combed into a low ponytail, and his wheat-colored skin was in line with the unique skin color of seaside residents. He was hugging the coolly dressed beauty with a look of enjoyment on his face, and he could taste the delicious and juicy grapes as long as he opened his mouth slightly.
His name is Ushiyama Eiji, and he was originally an uneducated and insignificant person, thrown into the crowd. But since he climbed onto the big ship of the organization, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Of course, the person he was most grateful to was the foreign woman who had helped him become the underground overlord of Moon Shadow Island twelve years ago. If that woman hadn't helped him get rid of his cowardly boss, he wouldn't have been able to live such a life of luxury.
Everything that Ushiyama Yongji has was given by the organization, so he is naturally willing to be the tail-wagging puppy. It is precisely this loyalty that has prevented him from being replaced by a newcomer after so many years.
A man in a black suit walked up to Ushiyama Eiji and said respectfully:
"Mr. Niu Shan, the people from outside the island who want to trade have arrived at the grove outside the dock. Please prepare to receive them."
"I understand." Ushiyama Eiji kissed the beautiful woman beside him on the cheek and said with a wicked smile, "Go back to your room and wait for me. I have something to take care of here."
Before leaving, Niushan Yonger did not forget to touch her a few more times. He looked at himself in the mirror with a satisfied smile on his face and narcissistically lifted his hair. When it comes to narcissism, if he is second to none, no one dares to be first.
After making sure that his hair was not messy, he arrived at the pier behind the island at the agreed transaction time. Standing on the beach, he noticed three people walking not far away. The one leading them was Sotaro Goji, who had been in charge of picking up the goods in recent years.
Sometimes Ushiyama Eiji envied Goji Sotaro, who had stayed in the underground of Tsukikage Island for more than ten years and had never gone out. The guy in front of him was a famous Osaka councilor, and he lived a much more free and easy life than himself.
He walked with a nonchalant look on his face, and as he walked in he noticed that Soutarou Goji was flanked by two handsome bodyguards. Their height made him, who was only 1.6 meters tall, envious.
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. He showed no manners at all and teased:
"Hey, Mr. Xiangsi, I haven't seen you in a year. The bodyguards around you are getting more and more handsome. Is this blond guy a foreigner? It seems that you have made a lot of money from the price difference in the past few years?"
"Stop talking nonsense and take me in to inspect the goods. My time is precious." Soutarou Goji didn't dare let Ushiyama Eiji continue teasing him, otherwise the two great gods behind him would hold a grudge against him as well, which would be too unfair.
Niushan Yonger frowned in dissatisfaction. He was already thinking about how to regain some face later. On the surface, he smiled and made way for me, pretending to welcome me.
"Hahaha, okay, the difference between a council member and a small character like me is that time is priceless!"
Fujiwara Yuu glanced expressionlessly at Ushiyama Eiji, who looked like a gangster. He was a little skeptical when he heard Soutarou Goji's description before, but now he knows that the organization really doesn't care about some peripheral personnel.
No, to be precise, the peripheral personnel who are kept in places like Moon Shadow Island are not regarded as members of the organization at all, except for helping to "produce" some wealth.
After all, Kudo Shinichi also said that in Vodka's mouth, 100 million yen is nothing. A business that only makes one profit a year is naturally not important to the organization and is completely dispensable.
Led by Ushiyama Eiji, they walked into the underground facilities of the island's rear pier. Seeing the European-style decoration inside, White, who worked diligently for the CIA with only one salary, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's really rare to see this kind of nouveau riche decoration.
When Fujiwara Yu saw the golden bathtub placed openly in front of the TV, and it was semi-open, he really couldn't understand Ushiyama Eiji's taste. It was so unfashionable to the extreme.
No wonder when he approached him, the unpleasant smell of cologne hit him in the face. He wished he could pull out his nose in a short time. Having a keen sense of smell was really fatal at a time like this.
And most importantly, after he entered the underground space, he could smell a strange smell that even cologne could not cover up - a burnt and sour smell.
He had learned about drugs when he was in police academy. After smelling this odor, he confirmed that it was the unpleasant smell produced by taking heroin. It seemed that these guys were not only drug dealers, but also drug users.
Fujiwara Yuu's gaze fell on the chattering Ushiyama Eiji. His arms were pierced with needle marks, suggesting he was injecting heroin. No wonder he looked so skinny, with noticeable sunken eye sockets. A man like that must have been using heroin for a short time to have lived this long.
Sotaro Goji couldn't help but frown when he smelled the sour odor. It was not like this when he came here last year. It seemed that this madman Niushan finally couldn't resist his curiosity and tried the taste of heroin.
With Niu Shanyong'er leading the way, they finally arrived at the door of a room that looked more important. After he entered the fingerprint lock, the heavy security door slowly opened, and a sour smell hit them in the face.
A large amount of flour-like substance was piled inside, and the amount shocked both Fujiwara Yu and White. This was not just 50 kilograms, there must be at least 200 kilograms in it, right?
What does 200 kilograms of heroin mean in Japan? It means that these things are worth 6 billion yen!
Niu Shan Yong Er sat directly on a bag of heroin, crossed his legs and said with a smile:
"Our dear councillor, this shipment is even better than last year's, and the quantity is plentiful. Would you like to take some more?"
"I only brought 50 kilograms of payment for the goods. This is too much for me to eat." Sotaro Goji shook his head to refuse. These 200 kilograms were not something that an ordinary person could swallow, and he didn't dare to speak carelessly now.
"Tsk, fifty is fifty."
Sotaro Goji signaled the two great gods behind him to open the iron boxes. The four iron boxes contained exactly 500 million yen, which also meant that the price per gram of goods purchased here was only 10,000 yen.
Fujiwara Yu's eyes fell on Soutarou Goji and he thought: This guy makes a lot of money from the price difference.
When Niushan Yongji saw the piles of banknotes, he didn't realize the danger at all. He just squatted down and started checking the banknotes. But before he picked up the banknotes, he felt something against the back of his head.
He looked up and saw Goji Sotaro squatting down with his head in his hands, trembling and saying:
"I, I've already brought you in, Mr. Agent, can you give me the antidote first?"
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