The pink BMW naturally couldn't be driven near that area, otherwise, it would be a confession.
After parking the car in the downtown area, he bought a set of black clothes similar to the Black Clothes Organization. Then, he put on a black long coat. At a glance, he looked like an ordinary office worker.
In Japan, this combination was a must-have for office workers. Even if they walked on the streets, they wouldn't even look at them.
Hiraji looked like an ordinary office worker. At most, he had one more hat than an office worker. It was an ordinary black gentleman's hat. His sunglasses were in his pocket and he did not take them out for the time being.
However, before going to the Black Clothes Organization's stronghold, he still needed to prepare one more thing: Bombs!
"Boss, I want four big bags of flour.”
"Boss, I want two big bags of flour.”
"Boss, I want a bag of flour.”
Hiraji bought a total of seven bags of flour from a few flour stores and then pushed away a garbage truck by the roadside.
It was morning, and the winter morning was particularly cold.
A garbage truck slowly pushed over from afar, making a creaking sound that was particularly ear-piercing. A man in a tattered coat was pushing her from behind. Her face could not be seen.
Finally, the garbage truck stopped at the entrance of an underground bar. The man in ragged clothes picked up a big bag and walked in.
The underground bar was on the basement level, and there was a long flight of stairs to enter.
Hiraji threw away his tattered coat and was dressed in black with sunglasses. With every step he took, a murderous aura gushed out of his body.
Killing intent was the basis for determining the strength of an assassin. The most powerful assassin was not the soaring killing intent, but the ability to freely release and tighten it. When a killer could control his killing intent, the stronger the killing intent, the more terrifying his strength would be.
Ping Ci was slowly releasing the killing intent that he had suppressed for a long time. After all, if he wanted to get close to the Black Clothes Organization, he had to be someone from the Dark Underground. This was his old profession.
Gin, who was pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the door.
"All of you are up, guest.”
Vodka, Chiandi, Kohen, Tequila, and Calvados suddenly woke up. They looked coldly at the door and were shocked.
[What a terrifying killing intent. It's almost comparable to a bottle of wine.】
Hiraji pushed the door open and carried a big black bag. He ignored Vodka and the others and walked straight to Gin.
"I'm here to trade something.”
[His voice has been masked, and his appearance has been disguised. This is an expert.】
This was Gin's first thought after seeing Hiraji's identity, but he didn't show it.
"We don't trade with strangers here.”
"Is that so?"
He released the bag in his hand and threw a punch at the wine.
Gin's eyes turned cold. He tilted his head and dodged Hiraji's Dash Punch. At the same time, he turned his hand and tried to grab his arm.
However, Taira had already expected Gin to react like this. He stopped his Dash Punch and suddenly turned it around, aiming at the artery on Gin's neck at an extremely tricky angle.
Gin's expression changed. He stomped on the bar counter and the chair quickly slid back, barely dodging Ping Ji's attack.
The fight between the two was very sudden. By the time Vodka and the others reacted, it was already over.
Clang!
Instantly, countless guns were pointed at Ping Ji, and the small underground bar was filled with murderous intent.
"I'll only say it once. I don't like people pointing guns at me.”
The murderous aura on Hiraji's body suddenly rose, as if it carried the smell of blood, filling the entire underground bar.
[How is that possible? This person's killing intent is even more terrifying than that of the wine.】
The expressions of Chiandi and the others changed drastically, and their hands that were holding their guns involuntarily stiffened.
"Every move is a killer move. It seems like you are one of the top assassins in the Dark World.”
Gin gestured for Vodka and the others to put down their guns. The Diablo World had its rules. If it was a simple transaction, as long as there was no hatred, they could not use despicable means to fight against each other unless they could cover up all the clues.
However, from what Gin could tell, Hiraji was definitely one of the top existences in the Diablo World. He must have a huge organization behind him, so he shouldn't be offended.
"You don't have to worry about who I am. 15,000 Maple Leaf Gold Coins, one billion yen, deposited in a Swiss bank, do you want to do it?”
After triggering the B-rank mission, Ping Ci already had this idea. This gold coin definitely could not be used directly, but it did not mean that the Black Cloth Organization could not use it.
"Maple leaf gold coins? Are you the Night Baron?" Chiandi asked in surprise.
"Don't dawdle. If you don't want it, I'll go find another shop.”Hiraji looked at Gin and said indifferently.
"Damn it, I want to kill him.”Being ignored, Chiandi was very unhappy.
"Vodka, get ready to trade.”Gin suddenly said.
"Yes, big brother." Vodka took out his laptop and looked at Hiraji.
Hiraji walked over and entered his Swiss bank account number.
Vodka operated on the computer for a while, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Then, he pressed the enter key without leaving a trace.
"Big Brother, good luck!"
Ding!
"The money has been transferred to the account. The amount is correct.”The system's cold voice sounded in his mind.
"A total of 15,000 gold coins. You can count it yourself."”
After saying that, he placed the bag full of maple leaf gold coins on the bar counter and turned to leave. Before he left, he glanced at Chiandi.
Chiandi's body instantly stiffened as if she was in a world of ice and snow. She even found it difficult to breathe.
When they were about to reach the door.
[I forgot to tell you that someone wants me to destroy your stronghold.]”
"What a joke. Doesn't he know that we have metal detectors outside? There was no bomb on him or in the car outside. How could they destroy it?”Kohen said arrogantly.
"Shut up, idiot. Vodka, look at what's in his car.”Gin glanced at Kohen.
"It's all white…It seemed to be flour. He began to pour flour into the passage.”Vodka shouted.
"Retreat." Gin's expression changed.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the calm of the morning.
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