50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 285 FBI's Citywide Manhunt
Finally, FBI local supervisor Sean Hoover contacted the mayor of Los Angeles, asking him to cooperate with the FBI in blocking city traffic to help them apprehend key criminals.

As expected, when the FBI director first contacted the mayor, the mayor of Los Angeles completely ignored them.

However, he underestimated Professor Meng's standing in the eyes of the FBI. Supervisor Sheehan quickly contacted FBI headquarters and obtained damaging information about the Los Angeles mayor.

Then, Director Sheehan used the dirt on the mayor to force him to agree to allow the Los Angeles Police Department to cooperate in checking all major traffic arteries. This time, it was truly a comprehensive search by land, sea, and air.

One clue after another converged on Director Sheen's side. Soon, Professor Meng's ticket was discovered at the airport, so a team of FBI agents and a group of police officers rushed to the airport.
Then, news came from the passenger terminal that Professor Meng's family had bought three tickets to Mexico, and another team of people, along with a group of police officers, headed straight for the passenger terminal.

With the FBI branches scattered along various major land routes, the entire FBI Los Angeles office was left with only Director Sheehan and a few clerks.

Sun Zhiwei's elaborate scheme has mobilized all the resources of the FBI branch, and they still haven't found him.

Professor Meng could leave Los Angeles via any route, and the FBI agents sent out couldn't bring him back; they could only wait and see.

By the time they received the news that a gambling ship was scheduled to depart from the commercial port that day, it was already 9 a.m.

At this moment, Sun Zhiwei was still guarding the intersection.

He wouldn't let Professor Meng go to the dock to board the ship until he was certain it was safe. The ship was a death trap; if he went aboard and got blocked, it would be like being trapped in a jar.

At 7 o'clock, he bought some breakfast nearby and delivered it to Professor Meng's family in their car, then told them to stay in the car and not get out.

He himself continued to wait at the intersection.

Just as it was almost 9:30 and victory seemed within reach, the sound of police sirens suddenly came from afar.

He saw several police cars speeding past him from a distance, and he noticed that one of them had "FBI" written on it.

What he didn't know was that the FBI car was carrying Director Sheehan of the FBI's Los Angeles branch and the last few clerks; now the FBI branch was completely empty.

Sun Zhiwei was a little annoyed by this. He felt that this mayor of Los Angeles was incompetent and couldn't even handle an FBI agent. He thought he was trash.

He calmed himself down, made sure the convoy of police cars had entered the commercial dock, then immediately returned to the parking lot and got into the driver's seat.

"I'm sorry, Professor Meng, an FBI team just went to the dock where we are about to board the ship, so we need to change our route."

Professor Meng was not surprised. He knew what he held in his hands and that the FBI would not let him leave so easily.

However, he had even more faith in the people from his homeland, who would surely help him leave smoothly.

What he needs to do now is to give the other party enough trust.

"I trust your arrangements. Please tell me directly how you need my cooperation."

"Thank you for your trust. Please rest assured that we will definitely bring you and your family back to the motherland safely."

After saying that, Sun Zhiwei started the car, drove out of the underground parking lot, and headed in the direction of leaving the dock.

On the way, Sun Zhiwei took out his newly bought mobile phone and started making a call. The call was quickly connected.

"This is Norbert Iverson, who is this?"

"Hi Norbert, this is George Wilson. How have you been?"

"Ha, George, didn't you go back to Hong Kong Island to take care of your business? I thought you wouldn't be back until the next migration season!"

“I haven’t gone back to the East Coast yet. I’m in Los Angeles on the West Coast right now. I remember you have business in Los Angeles, right?” “Yes, I have a factory there. I’m not in Los Angeles right now. What kind of help do you need? I can have my subordinates at the factory help you with it.”

"Here's the thing, I'm hosting a client here and I wanted to invite their whole family to go fishing, but I don't have a yacht in Los Angeles, so I thought of you."

"Ah, a yacht? That's easy. Although I don't have a yacht over there, I know some anglers there."

"It's easy to borrow a yacht from them. Wait a moment, I'll make a call."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, Norbert Iverson called back.

“George, I’ve made contact. A fishing buddy in Los Angeles has a spare yacht that he can lend you.”

"Great! How much?"

"Haha, it's free. The only request is that we all go deep-sea fishing together in Los Angeles next time."

"That's no problem. Let's schedule a time when everyone is available and go out to sea together."

“My friend’s name is F. Hamilton. I’ll give you his phone number. Just tell him my name and he’ll know.”

"Thanks, Norbert. I'll treat you to a beer in two months when the migratory season starts. Goodbye."

Soon, Sun Zhiwei contacted Mr. F. Hamilton in Los Angeles and borrowed a small yacht from him – the Annie Baby.

Mr. F. Hamilton is a jeweler, and his so-called mini-yacht is actually a whole size bigger than Sun Zhiwei's "Hamburger." He's damn rich.

The yacht, Annie Baby, is currently moored at a marina not far from the commercial marina, where all the yachts are privately owned by local Los Angeles residents.

That's a private dock for the wealthy, never open to the public; only local anglers and yacht club members can use its facilities.

Therefore, the so-called Los Angeles lockdown order does not apply to wealthy people at all.

Sun Zhiwei drove his pickup truck and, with Professor Meng and his family in tow, arrived at the club's dock ten minutes later.

After announcing their names, they finally boarded the Annie Baby. Ten minutes later, the Annie Baby departed the dock and headed towards international waters.

At the commercial dock, Sheen, the manager who had thoroughly searched the gambling ship, was forced to confirm that Professor Meng was not on board.

He stood on the gunwale of the gambling ship and couldn't help but swear at the sea.

Just as he was about to turn back, he saw a beautiful blue yacht sail out from the private dock next to him, splashing waves as it headed out to sea.

Supervisor Sheen pondered for a moment, then called over a clerk and asked him to inquire about the blue yacht from earlier.

Soon after, his subordinates came to report that the blue yacht was the famous "Annie Baby," and its owner was Los Angeles jewelry tycoon F. Hamilton.

Upon hearing the name F. Hamilton, he knew he wouldn't be able to intercept the yacht this time.

That was a true billionaire; offending a billionaire could ruin his future.

However, he was still very unwilling, because he had used a lot of resources to get the mission of monitoring Professor Meng.

(End of this chapter)