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

Victor leaned closer and looked down.

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

The box was printed with white Russian letters that he couldn't understand, like some kind of scribbling.

"Found it..." Victor muttered to himself.

found it.

It's been found!

Derek and Scorpion squeezed in as well, and when they saw the warehouse full of military crates, their eyes instantly lit up with greed.

How much money is that, fucking?

"Well done!" Victor punched Leon on the shoulder. "I knew you could do it!"

Li Ang ignored his excitement.

He calmly scanned the wooden crates.

"What are you standing there for?" Li Ang kept ordering the group around.

"Unpack, count, move the goods."

Three simple words enlightened everyone present.

The professionals Victor brought were the first to react. They worked in pairs, jumped into the hidden compartment, and used a crowbar to pry open a wooden crate with a "bang."

A strong smell of gun oil and sawdust filled the air instantly.

The box was stuffed with shock-absorbing foam.

Beneath the foam lay rows of brand-new assault rifles, their steel blades gleaming coldly.

The gun body is classic black, with a wooden stock and handguard, giving it a rugged yet deadly beauty.

"AK-74..." One of Victor's men picked one up and examined it skillfully. "5.45mm caliber, damn, all brand new, still in the packaging."

"Over here!" another voice called out, "RPG-7, and the accompanying rockets!"

More and more wooden crates were pried open.

Assault rifles, rocket launchers, hand grenades, and boxes and boxes of bullets, all bright yellow and neatly stacked.

Derek and Scorpion's gang of thugs were completely dumbfounded.

They had only ever seen such scenes in movies in their entire lives.

One of the thugs couldn't resist reaching out to touch the cold rocket launcher.

"Don't fucking move!" Scorpion slapped him on the back of the head. "Want to die? This thing's going to explode!"

Victor also came to his senses. Looking at the full container of weapons, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He finally understood why Charlie had gone mad.

This shipment is more than enough to sweep up Ninth Street, let alone turn upside down half of South Seattle.

Where did that idiot Marcus get all this stuff from?

"Is the quantity correct?" Li Ang asked, looking at the scorpion.

"More than that." Scorpion swallowed hard. "Everything Charlie mentioned is here, and... there might even be more than that."

"Very good." Li Ang nodded.

He turned around and looked at the group of thugs behind him who were already getting agitated.

"Now, move all of these things to the car."

His voice carried an unquestionable command.

"Be quick, and be quiet."

The moving has begun.

Victor's men were in charge of the technical work; they used ropes and pulleys to hoist the heavy wooden crates out of the hidden compartments.

Derek and Scorpion's men were responsible for the physical labor, working in pairs, carrying wooden crates and walking quickly toward the heavy truck not far away.

The only sounds at the dock were the rustling of wooden crates against the ground and the heavy breathing of people.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

Everyone was on edge.

Outside the dock, patrol cars may appear at any time.

The port's security personnel could also detect any unusual activity here at any time.

There's even the possibility that spies from other gangs are watching them from some dark corner.

A young thug who had just been recruited was so nervous that he slipped and almost dropped the wooden box he was carrying.

"Damn it!" the person next to him cursed under his breath and quickly helped him up.

The young thug's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He could feel several cold gazes falling on him.

Especially the Asian boss who always stood at the container door like a ghost.

Li Ang merely glanced at him indifferently and remained silent.

But that one look was more terrifying than any rebuke.

"v5~v5~"

Just then, a police siren suddenly sounded from the distant horizon, growing louder as it approached.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, their bodies instantly frozen.

Derek's men were drained of color from their faces, and some even instinctively wanted to turn and run away.

"Don't panic!" Victor shouted, drawing his pistol from his waist.

But his voice also trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

The sound of sirens grew closer and clearer.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

"It's a fire truck."

Li Ang's calm voice rang out in the deathly silence of the night.

"The sound is coming from the east of the city, not towards us."

Everyone was stunned.

They listened carefully and noticed that the rhythm of the siren was indeed somewhat different from that of a police car.

A few seconds later, a fire truck with its red lights on sped past on the overpass in the distance, heading in the opposite direction from the dock.

The alarm has been lifted.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling their backs soaked with cold sweat.

"What are you looking at! Keep moving!" Derek kicked the nearest of his men. "Trying to spend the night here?"

The crowd busied themselves again.

But this time, everyone moved faster and more carefully.

Victor walked up to Leon and offered him a cigarette.

How did you know it was a fire truck?

"I could tell from my voice." Li Ang didn't take the cigarette.

Looking at Leon's overly calm face, Victor suddenly felt as if he had never truly known this man.

His composure and judgment were beyond what a normal person should possess.

"The goods are almost moved," Victor changed the subject. "What's next? Contact Charlie directly?"

"No rush." ​​Li Ang watched his men load the last wooden crate onto the truck. "The goods are in our hands, so the initiative is in our hands."

"Marcus is clever. He used a bunch of junk containers as cover and hid the real treasure in the most inconspicuous empty boxes," Victor exclaimed. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found it even if we turned this place upside down."

"He's just clever by half," Li Ang said calmly. "A truly intelligent person wouldn't let themselves get to this point."

Victor fell silent.

He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff.

Finding the goods temporarily relieved Charlie's threat, which brought him a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, he was also drawn into a deeper vortex.

This five million munitions is like a hot potato, which could burn him to ashes at any moment.

"Everything's on the bus, boss!" Scorpion ran over to report.

"Very good." Li Ang nodded.

He walked over to the cut lock on the container, bent down, picked it up, and tossed it to Derek.

"take away."

He then pointed to the ground, where messy footprints and tire tracks were left from the moving.

"Find a few people to clean up the traces."

Victor's men immediately took out the prepared tools and began cleaning up the scene.

A few minutes later, it looked as if nothing had happened.

"withdraw!"

At Li Ang's command, everyone quickly boarded the vehicle.

Several heavy trucks loaded with munitions led the way.

Victor and Leon's car followed in the middle.

Derek and Scorpion's rickety cars were responsible for bringing up the rear.

The convoy drove out of Pier 15 and instead of taking the main road, turned into a maze of side streets.

Following Li Ang's instructions, the convoy quickly dispersed.

Several trucks, each taking a different route, headed toward an abandoned slaughterhouse in the west of the city.

That place was a new, absolutely secure secret hideout provided by Victor.

Li Ang sat in the passenger seat of the Dodge, while Victor drove.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat somber.

"You suspected the goods were at the dock all along?" Victor finally couldn't help but ask.

"It's just a guess." Li Ang looked out the window at the street scene rushing past.

"Marcus is a smokescreen man; he diverted everyone's attention to the clubs, mistresses, and casinos."

"But the more this is the case, the more it proves that those places are safe."

"The most dangerous place is often the safest place."

Victor tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

He found that he couldn't keep up with Li Ang's train of thought at all.

The convoy finally arrived at the abandoned slaughterhouse before dawn.

The place reeks of blood and decay, and there is no sign of human habitation for miles around.

Everyone threw themselves back into the intense work of unloading.

It wasn't until the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn that all the wooden crates were safely transferred to the slaughterhouse's massive cold storage.

Looking at the mountain of weapons in the cold storage, everyone was so exhausted that they collapsed to the ground.

But their faces carried the excitement of escaping death.

"Boss, we're rich!" Derek sidled up to Leon, rubbing his hands together, his eyes gleaming.

"With these guys in our lineup, not just Ninth Street, but the entire South Side of Seattle, who would dare to challenge us?"

Li Ang remained silent.

He walked up to a wooden crate that had just been pried open and hadn't been sealed yet.

That's filled with hand grenades.

He picked one up casually and weighed it in his hand.

Then, his brows furrowed slightly.

The weight is incorrect.

This "grenade" is at least one-third lighter than the one next to it.

He brought the grenade close to his eyes and examined it carefully.

Its shape, color, and pull ring are exactly the same as ordinary military hand grenades.

He gently twisted the base of the grenade with his finger.

"Click".

With a soft click, he managed to unscrew the base.

That wasn't a hand grenade.

It was just a metal can disguised as a grenade.

He poured the contents of the jar into his palm.

It was a small square wrapped tightly in oil paper.

Li Ang tore open the oil paper.

There were no explosives or dangerous materials inside.

Instead, it was a stack of neatly folded, yellowed documents.

He unfolded the document.

On the first page was a strange badge he had never seen before, composed of an eagle and a snake.

Below the badge was a cold, impersonal title.