Beautiful Man

The Port of New York is one of the largest seaports in the world.

It is located at the mouth of the Hudson River in the southwest corner of Manhattan, facing the Atlantic Ocean to the east, with an annual throughput of 160 million tons, and the terminal is still busy until early morning.

A small freighter had just finished loading and unloading and was preparing to leave the port, but the cargo it unloaded was not sent out of the port, but was driven into a remote warehouse in New York Port by a heavy truck.

Standing in the warehouse were two groups of big men in black, with a total of more than two hundred people. They were burly figures and sharp eyes, and they were very different from ordinary trash fish.

One party is the seller of these hi-crazy-Mexican drug lord.

On the other side is the King of the Underground in New York-Jin Bin.

Jin Bin was sitting on the sofa chatting with a cane, still holding a Cohiba cigar in his mouth.

He took out his cell phone and found that Wesley still hadn't answered the call, and a cloud of doubt suddenly appeared on his face.

Regardless of whether that matter is successful or not, he should have news after counting the time.

He looked up and looked outside, and the big rain was pouring down, and he felt a sudden depression in his heart.

A terrible thought emerged in his mind.

The transaction tonight may not be so smooth.

The heavy truck drove straight into the warehouse, and the two drivers jumped off the truck and opened the door of the container.

"Please!" The Mexican drug lord motioned to Jin and went to inspect the goods.

Jin He nodded, and several of his men immediately boarded the container.

The inspection process was a bit long, but neither of the two big men showed impatient expressions.

This batch of grass is very valuable, and no one can afford it if something goes wrong.

After 20 minutes, the inspection of the goods was finally completed, and Jin then sent the balance to the Swiss bank account of the drug lord.

Switzerland promulgated the "Bank Secrecy Act" in 1934, which made it clear that Swiss financial institutions have the right to refuse government investigations and monitoring of customer accounts.

Thanks to this law, Swiss Bank has gained the trust of corrupt officials, rich people, and gangs like Jin Bin all over the world.

People who do underworld business like them, who do not have a hundred or eighty bearer accounts in Swiss Bank?

Only Jason, who likes to trade in cash.

A few minutes later, the drug lord logged into the bank account, and the money was safely received.

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

The two big men stood up and shook hands with a smile.

At this time, the sound of helicopter propellers came from outside the warehouse.

A drug lord’s subordinate hurriedly ran in and said, “Boss, it’s not good! There is a helicopter hovering over the port.”

The drug lord frowned and asked, "Did you see clearly, is it a civilian helicopter or an armed helicopter? Is there a sign on the helicopter?"

He panted and replied: "Gunship! The DEA logo is also printed on the fuselage."

The relationship between DEA and drug lords is like the relationship between cats and mice.

Hearing these three words, the big drug lord's face changed drastically, and he took out his pistol and pointed it at Jin Bin.

"Dogday! So you are an undercover police officer."

brush!

Jin Bin's men also pointed their guns at the drug lord, and the two gangs were immediately at a loss.

Jin He's eyes were gloomy, and he stared at him dissatisfied: "If I'm an undercover and the helicopter is already coming at us, why should I call you the balance."

The drug lord thought carefully, and it seemed that the same was true.

No matter how rich the Narcotics Enforcement Administration is, it can't be built with hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Then...what should I do now?" The drug lord put away the gun, panicking in his heart.

In Mexico, from high-ranking political officials to street police, he can pay for it, but now he is in the United States.

Jin did not think calmly, and decisively ordered the evacuation: "Don't panic, so everyone puts on the clothes of dockers, and we scattered and left the port."

"Boss, what about that stuff?" one of the men asked.

"The goods are temporarily stored in warehouses. There are hundreds of warehouses in New York Port with tens of thousands of containers, and they can't find them."

After hearing Jin Bin's words, the two groups quickly changed into worker uniforms and fled through the front and back doors of the warehouse.

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On the gunship, Stan held his binoculars and searched for ground targets.

One pro channeled: "Boss, the New York Port is so big and there are so many people. Who knows which container is hidden in the grass and which one is a drug dealer."

Stan put down his binoculars, frowned, his brain thinking quickly.

To conceal seventeen containers of illegal materials, Jin He must have a private warehouse in New York Harbor.

But the private warehouse of Jinbin is leased in the name of another person and cannot be found through the internal network.

Stan decided to think about it in another way. If he was a golden union, he would definitely choose the warehouse in a remote corner of New York Harbor.

In addition, there must be roads for cars around the warehouse, woods where drug dealers can escape on foot, or residential areas with complex personnel.

Stan opened his eyes, found New York Harbor on Google Maps, and then according to his own speculation, looked for places that met the conditions.

"found it!"

After a while, Stan's eyes lit up and he locked an area.

He pointed to a warehouse in the distance and said, "Quick! Fly over there!"

The pilot responded and operated the helicopter to fly over the designated area.

Stan and several cronies quickly took out their binoculars, activated the night vision mode, and began searching for suspicious targets on the ground.

"Stan! Found the target! There are about two hundred people!"

The pilot used a thermal imaging night vision device and found a large number of human-shaped light spots outside a warehouse.

Because of the remote location of this warehouse, the occupancy rate is not so high, and the flow of people is much less than that of the core area.

In the early hours of the morning, more than two hundred people gathered outside the warehouse. There must be a problem.

"Stan, are these people drug dealers? They are all dressed in worker uniforms. Could it be dockers having a party?"

Stan raised his binoculars and looked at it, then said uncertainly: "It should be."

"Should? Then should we arrest people? If something is wrong, it may affect your career."

"This... let me think about it." Stan's face was serious and full of entanglement.

If the group of people below are drug dealers, he will be an instant hit, and his future career will be limitless.

But if the group of people were just ordinary workers, then Stan's political opponents would definitely take advantage of this matter to make a fuss.

If it affects his entry into Washington, it will be a big loss.

Catch people are risky!

Don't catch it, get promoted steadily!

Stan didn't know how to choose!

"Stan, give the order! Someone is leaving New York Harbor."

Hearing this, Shi Dan was cruel and determined: "It doesn't matter! I am responsible for something wrong, catch it!"

After receiving Stan's order, the pilot immediately controlled the helicopter to descend and shouted using the onboard speaker.

"Listen to the people below. We are the New York Drug Enforcement Administration. Now we suspect that you are involved in the smuggling business. Please stop and stand where you are."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd below immediately stopped.

In the next second, there was an explosion from the crowd, and a missile with tail inflammation hit the helicopter!

Stan hurriedly shouted: "Be careful! RPG!"

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