This is the custom shop.
Asakura sat on the chair, playing with the dagger in his left hand, holding an unscrewed bottle of barley tea in his right hand, pushing up the mask slightly to drink water to quench his thirst.
In front of him was a row of kneeling tattooed men with a strong social atmosphere.
The gangsters who roamed the streets and claimed to kill people without batting an eyelid, all of them had tears in their eyes at this moment, looking like they were about to cry.
This is not because they are cowardly and do not have the backbone of a violent group.
Mainly when they were planning to show their mafia integrity by willing to die rather than surrender, Asakura used the stolen dagger to draw along the traces of tattoos on their bodies, while asking them kindly if they were afraid.
Seeing the bloody but non-fatal wound, and hearing the screams of the man who was being used as a "canvas", the remaining people chose to express their fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Then why don't you cry if you're afraid?"
Asakura took the bloody dagger and asked them with a smile.
At that time, there was a bloody and groaning man lying at his feet. Not long ago, he and another blond demon easily defeated all the members of the violent gang in the custom shop.
Faced with such a dangerous question, the boss reacted the fastest and burst into tears with a cry of "Wow", fearing that his voice was not miserable enough or that he did not look scared.
Under the leadership of the boss, the others followed suit and started crying.
Then, as the cries kept coming, Asakura threw the dagger in front of the kneeling boss Black and said, "It's too noisy. If you make such a sound again, just cut out your tongue."
As soon as he said this, he immediately stopped speaking.
This is the ins and outs of why the custom shop is in the current situation.
After a while, when the barley tea was almost finished, Toru Amuro, who was in charge of the search, walked out with two large suitcases, opened them with two clicks, and dumped the contents on the ground.
The box contained bags of white powder, which was obviously not good stuff.
"Where's the money?"
After looking at the things on the ground, Asakura frowned and asked.
"Not found." Toru Amuro shrugged and took out a bottle of purified water from the freezer nearby. After briefly confirming that there was no leakage, he opened the cap and took a sip.
Asakura breathed out, twisted his neck, picked up a bag of powder and squatted in front of Boss Hei: "Where's the money?"
"...What money?" Boss Hei glanced at him timidly. At this moment, the crab mask on Asakura's face actually had a strange and terrifying feeling under the influence of lighting and psychology.
"Of course you stole the money from other violent groups before!" Asakura took a bag of powder and slapped his face, using physical means to awaken his memory.
The boss was treated like this, feeling the cold pain and the humiliation of being watched by his subordinates. He looked at Asakura Makoto who was so close, with anger in his heart that wanted to suddenly attack.
However, the severe pain in his legs kept reminding him that not long ago, the man in front of him smiled and asked, "So you are the boss" and downplayed the matter of crushing his legs, so this rare anger was like being pricked by needles. The burst balloon plummeted thousands of miles.
"They've all been replaced by these things." He lowered his eyebrows and replied humbly.
hiss......
After receiving this answer, Asakura just felt heartbroken. If you want to buy other luxury goods such as gold, gems, and famous paintings, he still has a way to cash it in. If it can't be digested internally, just treat it as a benefit for cadres.
It can be replaced with powder, but there is really no way to deal with it.
Yes, although this industry is very profitable, the organization has not set foot in this field. Of course, this is not because BOSS is benevolent and righteous. He cannot do such things as annihilate his descendants.
To be honest, we have already set up an organization to provide one-stop services for kidnapping, murder, and arson. It doesn't hurt to add one more by the way.
It's all a job that shouldn't be done to others, so there's no need to laugh at the same time.
The main reason for not doing this business is that there is no shortage of money. BOSS did not start from scratch on the streets. He directly transferred the assets of the Karasuma Consortium underground and established an unknown black organization. As for how rich the Karasuma consortium is, it can be seen from the original work that the Karasuma family has an annex built with gold.
With such a large amount of assets in hand, wouldn’t it be faster to make money by just investing it than by selling this thing?
Secondly, because the members of the organization, basically all the characters such as Gin, Vodka, Belmode, Calvados, etc., are martial arts factions and killers. They don't care how the organization makes money. They are only responsible for killing people and setting fires.
Now there is Brandy, a person who is more focused on making money. He hates this business due to some reasons in his previous life, and he works hard to sell this. How can the extortion gangster make people happy physically and mentally.
The last reason is that preparation is more profitable than transshipment. If you want to join this industry at an organizational level, of course you will start directly from the source.
However, these things are all chemical products. If you want to prepare high-quality products, you must be an excellent chemist, and chemists... Since the death of the Miyanos, what BOSS lacks the most is this kind of scientists who are willing to Every one of those who worked for the organization was assigned to the laboratory to conduct drug research.
There is simply no professional manpower to handle this matter.
Therefore, under the intertwining of many conditions, the organization has not touched this industry.
Hiss...ha...hiss...ha...
This is a loss of hundreds of millions of yen.
Asakura took a few deep breaths, resisted the urge to beat these people to death one by one, and then asked about the other purpose of this trip.
"Where did the bombs in your hands come from?"
"yes......"
As soon as Boss Hei opened his mouth to answer, Asakura felt his cell phone vibrate in his clothes.
He stood up, raised his head and motioned to Toru Amuro, who was doing nothing, to take over the interrogation work.
Then he walked aside, took out his cell phone and took a look. The caller was Belmode. What was she calling here for? With such doubts, Asakura answered the phone.
Toru Amuro came over. On this mission, it was rare that no grudges arose along the way. This kind of behavior that legitimately solves the social bugs really makes him feel very happy.
The legal laws of this country's violent gangs gave these scum the soil to grow. Working in the police department, he had no way to deal with such outlaws, but after joining the organization, he could deal with them openly.
Toru Amuro continued to interrogate, and the frightened black boss explained the whole story clearly like beans poured out of a bamboo tube. He was more afraid of this handsome blond boy than the masked weirdo who spoke with a smile.
Toru Amuro was much more ruthless in his attacks. Most of the members lying on the ground who were not sure whether they were dead or alive were mostly his hands. He was so ruthless that it was as if he had a grudge against them.
After Boss Hei almost finished explaining, a surprised rhetorical question came from Asakura Mazu who was on the phone.
"What did you say!"
"How could I possibly arrange such a thing."
Toru Amuro pricked up his ears and only vaguely heard these two sentences.
