Naturally, he couldn't drive the pink BMW near the area, or he'd be giving himself away.
After parking the car in a busy area, Heiji bought a set of black clothes similar to those of the Black Organization and put on a long black coat over it. At a glance, he looked like an ordinary office worker.
In Japan, this combination is the standard for office workers, and no one would give him a second glance on the street.
Heiji looked like a normal office worker; at most, he wore a hat that office workers don't usually wear, a simple black fedora. He kept his sunglasses in his pocket and wouldn't take them out for the time being.
However, before going to the Black Organization's base, he needed to prepare one more thing: a bomb!!!
"Boss, I want four large bags of this flour."
"Boss, I want two large bags of this flour."
"Boss, I want one bag of this flour."
Heiji bought a total of seven bags of flour from several shops and, on his way, took a garbage cart that was parked on the street.
It was morning, and winter mornings are especially desolate.
A garbage cart slowly approached from the distance, emitting a particularly piercing screech. A person dressed in a tattered coat was pushing it from behind, their face hidden from view.
Finally, the garbage cart stopped at the entrance of an underground bar. The tattered person took a large bag and went straight inside.
The underground bar was in the first basement level, and to enter, one had to go down a long flight of stairs.
Heiji threw off the tattered coat, revealing a black suit and sunglasses. With every step he took, a surge of killing intent emanated from his body.
Killing intent is the fundamental factor in judging an assassin's strength. The best assassin is not the one with an overwhelming killing intent, but the one who can release and contain it at will. When an assassin can control their aura, the denser it is, the more terrifying their strength will be.
Heiji was slowly releasing the killing intent he had long suppressed. After all, to get close to the Black Organization, he had to be someone from the underworld, and as it happened, that was his old profession.
Gin, who was feigning sleep, snapped his eyes open and stared at the door.
"Everybody up, we have a guest."
Vodka, Chianti, Korn, Tequila, and Calvados woke with a start and looked coldly towards the door, their hearts filled with dread.
[What terrifying killing intent, almost comparable to Gin's.]
Heiji pushed open the door, a large black bag in his hand. He ignored Vodka and the others and walked straight towards Gin.
"I've come to make a deal."
[The voice is disguised, the appearance is concealed. This is an expert.]
That was Gin's first impression upon seeing Heiji in this identity, though he didn't show it.
"We don't make deals with strangers here."
"Oh, really?"
He abruptly dropped the bag in his hand and, at the same time, threw a punch at Gin.
Gin's gaze turned cold. He tilted his head and dodged Heiji's straight punch. At the same time, he tried to grab his arm with a backhand move.
However, Heiji had already anticipated that Gin would react this way. He stopped his straight punch and suddenly twisted his arm, launching a strike from an extremely difficult angle towards the carotid artery in Gin's neck.
Gin's face changed. He pushed hard against the bar and the chair slid quickly backward, narrowly dodging Heiji's attack.
The fight between the two was very sudden. By the time Vodka and the others reacted, it was already over.
Click, clack!!!
Instantly, countless guns were aimed at Heiji. The small underground bar filled with a murderous aura.
"I'll only say this once: I don't like having guns pointed at me."
Heiji's killing intent suddenly intensified, as if carrying a scent of blood that permeated the entire bar.
[How is this possible? This man's killing intent is even more terrifying than Gin's.]
The faces of Chianti and the others changed drastically, and the hands holding the guns stiffened involuntarily.
"Every one of your moves is an assassin's technique. It seems you must be one of the top assassins in the underworld. I wonder who you are."
Gin motioned for Vodka and the others to lower their weapons. The underworld has its own rules. If it's a simple deal, and there's no enmity, you can't use despicable methods to double-cross, unless you can erase all traces.
However, in Gin's opinion, Heiji's current identity was undoubtedly that of a top-tier figure in the underworld. Behind such a person, there was surely a huge organization, and it was not wise to offend them.
"You don't need to worry about who I am. Fifteen thousand Maple Leaf gold coins in exchange for one billion yen, deposited in a Swiss bank. Are you in or not?"
After triggering the B-class mission, Heiji had already had this idea. These gold coins couldn't be used directly, but just because he couldn't use them didn't mean the Black Organization couldn't.
"Maple Leaf gold coins? Are you the Night Baron???", Chianti asked, surprised.
"Don't beat around the bush. If you don't want them, I'll find another buyer," Heiji said, looking at Gin indifferently.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill him." Being ignored did not sit well with Chianti.
"Vodka, prepare the transaction," Gin said suddenly.
"Yes, big bro." Vodka took out a laptop and looked at Heiji.
Heiji walked over and directly entered the Swiss bank account number.
Vodka typed on the computer for a while, his eyes twitched slightly, and then, without leaving a trace, he pressed the enter key.
"Big bro, it's done."
"Transfer received, amount correct," the system's cold voice echoed in his mind.
"There are fifteen thousand coins in total, count them yourselves."
That said, Heiji left the bag full of Maple Leaf gold coins on the bar and turned to leave. Before he left, he glanced at Chianti.
Meeting Heiji's gaze, Chianti's body instantly stiffened, as if she were in a frozen wasteland, and she even found it hard to breathe.
As he was about to reach the door.
"I forgot to tell you, someone has asked me to destroy this base of yours."
"That's hilarious. Doesn't he know we have metal detectors even outside? There are no bombs on his body or in his car, how is he going to destroy it?" Korn said arrogantly.
"Shut up, you idiot. Vodka, what's in his car?" Gin glared at Korn.
"It's all white... looks like flour. He's starting to pour flour into the hallway!" Vodka shouted.
"Evacuate!" Gin's face changed.
Boom, boom, boom~~~!!!
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the morning calm.
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