What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

As dawn broke, Li Ang slept soundly after returning to his apartment the day before.

I returned to the Blue Parrot Bar early in the morning.

The wine cabinet behind the bar has been replaced with a new one.

This place has become his temporary base.

He picked up the phone.

He first dialed Victor's number.

"Come to the Blue Parrot, now."

Li Ang didn't say anything unnecessary and hung up directly.

Then he dialed two more numbers, one for Derek and one for Scorpion.

After doing all this, he poured himself a glass of water and waited quietly.

Derek and the Scorpion's men had all witnessed this Asian man's methods, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Derek was the first to arrive; he practically ran all the way in.

"Boss."

Scorpion followed closely behind, with two fierce-looking henchmen behind him.

He nodded to Li Ang as a greeting.

Li Ang didn't speak, but just glanced at them and then continued looking at the doorway.

About twenty minutes later, a black sedan pulled up in front of the bar.

Victor pushed open the door and came in.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hair neatly combed, making him stand out from the group of oddballs in the bar.

He glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on Derek and Scorpion before shifting away.

"You were looking for me?" Victor walked to the bar, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Derek was stunned when he saw Victor, the second-in-command of the Golden Rust Gang!

He never dreamed that one day he would be sitting at the same table with such an important person.

The scorpion's face showed undisguised shock.

He recognized Victor.

But what shocked him even more was Victor's attitude toward Leon.

"Let me introduce you." Li Ang pointed to Derek. "Derek is now in charge of things on the ground in Ninth Street."

He then pointed to the scorpion.

"Scorpion, his second-in-command."

Victor's gaze then returned to the two of them.

He simply nodded slightly, too lazy to even say a word.

"Alright, everyone's here," Li Ang said.

"I've called you all here today for only one thing."

He looked at the three people present.

"Marcus is dead, and Charlie from the Iron Fist Gang has come knocking."

"He lost a shipment worth five million dollars, and we suspect it happened in the Ninth Street area."

"I promised to help him find it."

Victor frowned.

"You agreed?" Victor asked.

"He gave me three days," Li Ang said.

Victor's face turned grim.

He knew very well that when Charlie said three days, he meant seventy-two hours.

If the goods are not seen by the appointed time, Ninth Street will be engulfed in flames.

"So, our only option is to find that shipment," Li Ang said calmly.

He was helpless; when disaster strikes, there's no escaping it.

They couldn't bear to abandon their current "career".

He looked around and saw a gang's second-in-command, a newly appointed drug salesman, and a local thug who had been on the streets for years.

This was the original core of his "Demon Sect".

He doesn't need them to be very capable; he just needs them to be obedient and carry out orders.

"Alright, let's begin the meeting."

Li Ang tapped on the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"First, Victor," Leon said, looking at him.

"You know the upper circles better than either of them."

Victor straightened his back instinctively, a habit he had developed when he was the second-in-command of the Golden Rust Gang.

"If someone like Marcus wanted to hide a shipment of weapons worth five million, what methods would he use?" Li Ang asked.

What are his trading habits? What quirks does he have that others don't know about?

Victor was taken aback.

He hadn't expected Li Ang's thinking to be so clear.

Victor pondered for a few seconds and began to organize his thoughts.

"Marcus is a greedy man, but he is also extremely afraid of death."

"He can't possibly keep weapons worth five million on his own turf; that would be like planting a bomb in his own home."

"He will definitely find a place that is absolutely unexpected, but also absolutely safe."

"He likes to complicate things and use all sorts of unrelated people and things to confuse the public."

Victor recalled everything he knew about Marcus.

"He might divide the goods into several batches and hide them in different places."

"They might also use the channels of a large logistics company to mix the goods with normal cargo and transport them to a temporary transit warehouse."

"He might even find an ordinary person who seems to have nothing to do with him and rent a warehouse or garage in that person's name."

Li Ang listened quietly without interrupting him.

Victor's analysis is very valuable.

It provided several clear directions for the subsequent search.

"Very good." Li Ang nodded, then turned to the other two people.

"Derek, Scorpion."

"Boss." The two men immediately stood up straight.

"From now on, I want you to mobilize everyone in the Ninth District."

"I need to know where Marcus went, who he met, and what he said in the week before he died."

"Any unusual behavior, any illogical action."

Derek and Scorpion exchanged a glance.

This workload is enormous.

Although the Ninth District is not large, it is a melting pot of all sorts of people with a very high population mobility.

Completely uncovering a person's whereabouts over a week is an almost impossible task.

"Boss, this..." Derek hesitated, "We might not have enough manpower."

"Then go find it," Li Ang interrupted him. "Use money, use goods, use every method you can think of."

"I don't care what methods you use, whether it's coercion or bribery."

"I need to see results within three days."

Li Ang looked at them and said, "Victor is in charge of intelligence analysis and screening, and you two are in charge of intelligence gathering."

"All the information collected will be compiled directly to me without your judgment."

"Remember, it's all the information."

"Do you understand?" Li Ang asked.

"Understood!" the three answered in unison.

"Then go ahead." Li Ang waved his hand.

Victor, Derek, and Scorpion immediately turned around and quickly walked out of the bar.

The underground intelligence network of the entire Ninth District and even the surrounding area began to operate.

Li Ang remained at the bar, not leaving.

His phone started ringing incessantly.

Messages and phone calls.

"Boss, an informant said he saw Marcus at a strip club in the west of the city three days ago. He was talking to a red-haired dancer for a long time."

"Boss..."

A deluge of information flooded into Li Ang's mind.

Of course, 99% of it is useless garbage.

Li Ang calmly sifted through the information, noting down useful details and deleting useless ones.

His brain, like a high-speed computer, categorizes, organizes, and connects these fragmented pieces of information.

Li Ang was the only one left in the bar.

The ashtray on the table was already overflowing with cigarette butts.

He doesn't smoke; these were left behind by Derek and the others.

He looked out the window as the city lights gradually went out.

The investigation appears to have reached a stalemate.

Although a large amount of information about Marcus's whereabouts before his death was collected, it was too scattered to be pieced together into a valuable clue.

His phone rang again.

It's a familiar number.

Li Ang answered the phone.

"Lee? It's me, Jerome."

Li Ang was somewhat surprised.

"What is it?"

"I...I think I heard something." Jerome's voice was very soft, and the background was noisy, like he was at a construction site.

"Hey! A lot of people are asking around and have found a few guys who make a living in the dock area."

"They usually do odd jobs at the dock or scavenge for food in garbage cans."

"One of them told me something yesterday."

Jerome paused for a moment.

He said that about a week ago, he was sleeping near an abandoned warehouse at the dock in the middle of the night.

"He saw several unlicensed trucks drive into the container."