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

Li Ang hung up Jerome's call.

The brain, like the most sophisticated computer, begins to operate at breakneck speed.

The ability to remember everything at a glance allows one to retrieve all the massive amounts of information flooding into their mind.

Dancers, casinos, informants, bars.

These are all smokescreens left behind by Marcus.

Li Ang took out his phone and dialed Victor's number.

"it's me."

"A lead?" Victor's voice sounded exhausted.

"Prepare several heavy-duty trucks, the biggest kind," Li Ang ordered directly.

"Find a few more reliable people who can keep their mouths shut and know how to operate forklifts and cranes."

Victor was stunned.

"What are you trying to do? Aren't we looking for clues?"

"Let's go to the dock."

Victor was silent for a few seconds on the other end; he probably guessed what Li Ang was planning.

"There are patrol officers, security guards, and countless surveillance cameras there!"

"Are those goods really at the dock?"

"Listen, Victor," Leon interrupted him, "I don't have time to explain."

"Meet in the parking lot outside Pier 15 in one hour."

......

An hour later.

Pier 15 in Seattle's South Side.

This is one of the most remote and oldest wharves in the entire port area.

Most cargo transportation has been replaced by more advanced automated terminals.

Only a few small freight companies remain here, still conducting sporadic business.

The dock was unusually quiet under the cover of night.

Only a few dim lights illuminated the rows of shipping containers, which looked like steel behemoths.

A dozen or so dilapidated cars and pickup trucks quietly parked in the parking lot outside the dock.

Derek and Scorpion, along with the dozens of men they had recruited, got out of the car.

They were carrying various weapons, including baseball bats and steel pipes.

Soon, several huge container trucks and a yellow heavy forklift also drove into the parking lot.

Victor jumped out of the cab of the first truck.

Behind him followed a dozen or so men in overalls with indifferent expressions.

These people are clearly professionals who have seen bloodshed.

"Where are they?" Victor asked.

Derek pointed to the most inconspicuous Dodge in the corner.

Victor walked over quickly.

Li Ang rolled down the car window.

"Have they all arrived?"

"We've arrived." Victor looked at Leon. "Now can you tell me your plan?"

Li Ang got out of the car.

He glanced at everyone present.

Derek and Scorpion's gang of thugs were tense, excited, and fearful.

"The plan is simple," Li Ang said. "Take control of the docks, find the cargo, and then leave."

"It's that simple?" Victor asked incredulously.

"It's that simple."

Li Ang looked at Victor's men.

"Security and surveillance are your responsibility."

He then looked at Derek and Scorpion.

"You're in charge of the outer perimeter. Stop anyone who tries to get close."

"Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Everyone answered in unison, though they weren't very confident.

"action."

Li Ang gave the order.

The dozen or so professionals that Victor brought were immediately ready.

Less than five minutes.

A hissing sound came from Victor's walkie-talkie.

"Post No. 1, resolved."

"Second guard post, resolved."

"The monitoring room is under control."

Victor listened to the report coming through the walkie-talkie.

He looked at Li Ang and found that the man's face was still expressionless.

"Go in," Li Ang said.

Dozens of people drove into Pier 15.

Huge forklifts and trucks were parked in front of rows of shipping containers.

"What should we do now?" Victor asked. "There are thousands of containers here. Are we going to open them one by one?"

"right."

Li Ang's answer almost made Victor faint.

"Open them one by one?"

"Otherwise what?" Li Ang retorted. "Do you know which one it is?"

Victor had nothing to say.

"Which one to open?" One of Victor's men walked over, carrying a huge hydraulic shear.

Li Ang glanced around.

He pointed to the nearest one, a red container.

"Let's choose this one."

"Snap!"

The hydraulic shears easily cut through the heavy padlock.

Two thugs stepped forward and together pulled open the heavy iron door of the container.

A strong smell of rubber hit me.

Everyone craned their necks to look inside.

The container was piled high with yellow... rubber ducks.

Thousands upon thousands of rubber ducks watched them.

One of Derek's men couldn't help but laugh.

"Pfft."

The atmosphere instantly became somewhat awkward.

"What are you laughing at!" Derek kicked the guy in the butt. "Never seen a duck before?"

Victor rubbed his temples; he felt his blood pressure rising.

"Next."

Li Ang pointed to a blue shipping container next to him.

"Snap!"

The lock was cut.

The door was pulled open.

This time, it had a strong fishy smell.

Inside were boxes of canned goods with Spanish labels.

"Canned tuna?" Scorpion leaned closer for a look. "This stuff isn't cheap these days."

"Shut up!" Victor roared.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Here they are, risking being surrounded by police, opening cans of tuna.

"Next."

Li Ang directed his subordinates to open one "blind box" after another.

Wig.

Toilet brush.

A red hat printed with "Make America Great Again".

Derek's gang of thugs had gone from being tense at the beginning to becoming somewhat numb, and even started to comment on the contents of the box with great interest.

"Hey, this hat is nice, it goes well with my hairstyle."

"Boss, how about we switch to the clothing business?"

Victor was no longer willing to speak.

He leaned against a truck and lit a cigarette.

"Lee," Victor finally couldn't hold back any longer, "we can't go on like this."

"The police will soon discover the anomaly here."

Li Ang ignored him.

He stopped in front of an inconspicuous, gray shipping container.

This container is no different from the ones around it.

"This is it," Li Ang said.

He waved his hand, signaling his men to go and unlock the door.

"Click."

The lock is open.

Two thugs stepped forward and skillfully pulled open the iron gate.

This time, there was no strange taste.

There was nothing strange about it.

It's empty inside.

"Empty?"

Derek and Scorpion were both stunned.

Victor threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped it out.

"I knew it!"

Li Ang stopped him.

"Don't rush."

Li Ang walked into the empty shipping container and stomped his foot on the ground.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound was muffled.

He walked to the very back of the container and stomped his foot again.

Thump, thump, empty.

He crouched down and tapped the hollow metal floorboard with his hand.

"Cut it open here."

Victor's men immediately brought over a cutting machine, and the cutting sound rang out with sparks flying everywhere.

Victor leaned closer and looked down.

Below is a hidden compartment.

Inside the hidden compartment, rows of dark green military-grade wooden crates were neatly stacked.

The box was printed with white Russian letters.

"Found it..."