Chapter 53

New York harbor 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 and faces the Atlantic Ocean in the East. Its annual throughput is as high as 160 million tons. Until the early morning, the wharf is still busy.

A small cargo ship had just finished loading and unloading and was ready to leave the port, but its unloaded goods were not sent out of the port, but were driven into a remote warehouse in New York port by a heavy truck.

In the warehouse stood two groups of big men in black, a total of more than 200 people. They were tall and had sharp eyes. At a glance, they were very different from ordinary miscellaneous fish.

On one side are the sellers of these hi grass - Mexican drug lords.

On the other side is the king of the underworld of New York, Kim Ho.

Kim sat on the sofa chatting with a walking stick and a Cohiba cigar in his mouth.

He took out his cell phone and found that Wesley still didn't call back. A cloud of doubt suddenly appeared on his face.

Whether that thing is done or not, he should have news.

Looking up to the outside, the big rain poured down, and he suddenly felt a burst of depression in his heart.

A terrible idea came to his mind.

Tonight's deal may not be so smooth.

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

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

Kim nodded and several of his men immediately boarded the container.

The inspection process was a little long, but neither of the two bosses showed an impatient expression.

This batch of hi grass is of great value. No one can afford it if there is a problem.

After 20 minutes, the goods were finally inspected, and Jin immediately paid the balance to the drug lord's Swiss bank account.

Switzerland promulgated the Bank Secrecy Act in 1934, which clearly stipulates that Swiss financial institutions have the right to refuse the government's investigation and monitoring of customer accounts.

Thanks to this law, UBS has won the trust of corrupt officials, rich people and gangsters like Jinbo all over the world.

People like them who do underworld business don't have 180 secret accounts in Swiss banks.

Only Jason, woodlouse, love to cash in.

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

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

The two big men stood up, smiled and shook hands.

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

One of the drug lord's men hurriedly ran in and said, "boss, it's not good! There are helicopters hovering over the port. "

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

His men gasped and replied, "armed helicopter! 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 drug lord's face suddenly changed. He took out his pistol and pointed it at Jin.

"Dog day! So you're an undercover cop. "

Brush!

Jinhe's men also pointed their guns at the drug lords. The two gang were at loggerheads when they were Marton.

Kim and stared at him with gloomy eyes: "if I'm an undercover and the helicopter has come for us, why should I call you the balance."

When the drug lord thought about it, it seemed that it was the same.

No matter how rich the narcotics bureau is, it can't take hundreds of millions of dollars to build it.

"So... What now?" The Drug Lord put away his gun and was a little flustered.

In Mexico, from senior political officials to street patrols, he can pay for it, but now he is in the United States.

Kim thought calmly and decisively ordered the evacuation: "don't panic, so everyone put on the clothes of the dock workers, and let's leave the port."

"Boss, what about the goods?" Asked one of his men.

"The goods are temporarily stored in the warehouse. There are hundreds of warehouses and tens of thousands of containers in New York port. They can't find them. "

After hearing Jin he's words, the two gang quickly changed into workers' clothes and fled from the front and rear doors of the warehouse.

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On the armed helicopter, Stan held up his telescope and carefully searched for ground targets.

A pro channel: "boss, New York port is so big and there are so many people. Who knows which container is hiding hi grass and which person is a drug dealer."

Stan put down his telescope, frowned, and his brain thought quickly.

To hide 17 containers of illegal goods, Kim must have a private warehouse in New York port.

But Jinhe's private warehouse is rented in the name of others and can't be found through the internal network.

Stan decided to change his position. If he were Jinhe, he would choose the warehouse in the remote corner of New York port.

Moreover, there should be not only roads for cars around the warehouse, but also forests for drug dealers to 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 a place to agree with the conditions.

"Found it!"

A moment later, Stan's eyes lit up and locked an area.

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

The pilot answered and flew the helicopter over the designated area.

Stan and several close friends quickly took out the telescope, started the night vision mode and began to search for suspicious targets on the ground.

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

Through the thermal imaging night vision, the pilot found a large number of human shaped light spots outside a warehouse.

Because of its remote location, the rental rate of this warehouse is not so high, and the traffic is much less than that in the core area.

In the early morning, more than 200 people gathered outside the warehouse. There must be a problem.

"Stan, are these people drug dealers? They are all wearing worker's clothes. Is it possible that the dockers are having a party? "

Stan raised his telescope and looked at it, then said uncertainly, "it should be."

"Should I? Shall we arrest people or not? If you make a mistake, it may affect your career. "

"This... Let me see." Stan's face was serious and tangled.

If the following group of people are drug traffickers, he will become famous and have an unlimited career in the future.

But if those people were just ordinary workers, Stan's political enemies would make a big fuss about it.

If it affects his entry into Washington, he will lose a lot.

Catching people is risky!

No, steady promotion!

Stan doesn't know how to choose!

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

Hearing the speech, Shi Dan was ruthless and made up his mind to say, "it doesn't matter! If something happens, I'll be responsible. Catch it! "

At Stan's command, the pilot immediately controlled the helicopter to descend and shouted using the on-board loudspeaker.

"Listen, we are the New York Drug Enforcement Bureau. Now we suspect that you are involved in hi grass smuggling. Please stop immediately and stand where you are for inspection."

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

The next second, there was an explosion in the crowd, and a missile with a tail was attacking the helicopter!

Stan shouted hurriedly, "be careful! RPG！”

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Thank [d0dai0] for the 1000 points reward, boss!

Brothers, don't stop!