"Selling this much of it here, I wonder how much money we'd get..."
Compared to the others, Mouri-niisan was far more pragmatic, staring at the warehouse full of drugs and letting out such a sigh of admiration.
To be honest, in his entire life, he had never seen so much white powder that sent you straight to a wooden board on the spot the moment you finished inhaling it.
"About six billion yen."
Fuwa Narumi gave an immediate estimate for the massive pile of white canisters.
Outwardly she looked calm, but deep inside her whole body was thoroughly thrilled.
Originally, she had given up on finding any drug supplier or any drugs at all because Redbeard Santa Claus had already gone to see Jesus.
But now...
This was wealth and merit raining straight down from the heavens!
With this wave, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to get an early promotion to assistant senior commissioner tomorrow, then senior commissioner, and finally, deputy superintendent general to become the head of the Hokkaido Headquarters, reaching the peak of life without it even being a dream?
After all, she had long been green with envy at the crowd over in neighboring Aomori Prefecture, who paraded Fujino around to publicize how amazing they were at anti-drug operations to prove they weren't good for nothings, while the police in Hokkaido hadn't caught a major drug lord in ten years.
Momiji heard the sum and frowned slightly, gazing at the massive pile of bottles and jars and feeling like this stuff was perhaps just a tiny bit valuable.
Yet risking one's life to earn such a tiny bit of money for a massive pile of stuff like this...
Was it really worth it?
As the drug warehouse was wiped out in one fell swoop.