Beachcombing: The beach is full of amazing seafood, but my wife won't let me get out of bed!

Wu Gang squatted in the lower deck, his fingers tracing the edge of the steel plate back and forth several times, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Second brother, this is really an explosion-proof plate."

He stood up and said in a low voice.

"This thing is really hard; it's welded to the bottom of the tank. There's definitely something fishy going on."

Without wasting any words, Wu Sui opened the snakeskin bag in his hand, took out a battery, an angle grinder, and several cutting discs.

"Brother, open it."

Wu Gang looked at the tools on the ground and swallowed hard.

He rubbed his hands together and clamped the angle grinder's power cord onto the battery terminal.

"Second brother, go up and keep an eye on things. This is quite a commotion. Keep an eye on things up there for me."

"Don't worry, cut it." Wu Sui pointed the flashlight at the seam of the steel plate.

Wu Gang took a deep breath and pressed the switch on the angle grinder.

A screeching sound filled the narrow hold.

The grinding wheel rotates at high speed, cutting into the gaps in the steel plate, and a long string of sparks sprays out.

Wu Gang pressed down on the angle grinder with both hands, the muscles in his arms taut.

The explosion-proof plate was so thick that the grinding wheel could only cut in less than half an inch before it wore away the diamond on the cutting disc.

More than half an hour passed, and after changing five cutting discs, the steel plate was finally cut through.

"Stop for a moment." Wu Sui raised his hand to signal.

Wu Gang turned off the cutting machine, panting heavily, and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.

Wu Sui pulled a crowbar out of the bag and inserted it into the cut.

"Brother, lend a hand."

Wu Gang quickly came over, and the two brothers grabbed the other end of the crowbar from above and below.

With a "creak," a corner of the explosion-proof panel was pried up.

Wu Sui reacted quickly, shoving the flashlight into Wu Gang's hands, then grabbing the raised edge with both hands and using all her strength to lift it up.

"Clang!"

The explosion-proof panel flipped over completely and crashed onto the adjacent deck.

When the beam of the flashlight was shone on it, a hidden compartment was clearly visible beneath the steel plate.

The hidden compartment was small, and inside was a package tightly wrapped in waterproof tarpaulin.

Wu Sui squatted down and reached out to touch the package.

It's very heavy and feels cold to the touch.

He tested its weight and pulled it out of the hidden compartment with force.

"Brother, take a closer picture."

Wu Gang leaned closer, slowing his breathing, his eyes fixed on Wu Sui's movements.

Wu Sui untied the nylon rope binding the outside and peeled off the waterproof tarpaulin layer by layer.

The first thing to be revealed was a black notebook about the size of a palm.

The cover was worn and looked like it had been read many times.

Wu Sui put the notebook aside and continued flipping through the pages.

In the middle of the tarpaulin, a row of bright yellow metal strips were neatly stacked.

Wu Gang's eyes widened instantly, and the beam of the flashlight shook violently.

"Second brother...this...this is a gold bar?" Wu Gang's voice trembled.

Ten small yellow croakers, each weighing about a pound.

Wu Gang had never seen so many gold bars before.

He reached out to touch it, but pulled his hand back halfway and rubbed it frantically on his trouser leg.

"One, two, three... ten!" Wu Gang finished counting and gasped.

"This... second brother, we're rich!"

Wu Sui did not speak.

The extremely dangerous dark red light in the system's radar could not possibly be emanating from these few gold bars.

He pushed the gold bars aside and peeled off the last layer of oilcloth.

At the very bottom of the tarpaulin, there were a dozen or so transparent plastic sealed bags.

The bag was filled with fine white powder.

Wu Gang stared at the plastic bags, stunned.

"What is this thing? Smuggled flour?" Wu Gang scratched his head, looking completely puzzled.

"Are these people out of their minds? Hiding flour in explosion-proof panels and gold bars?"

Wu Sui's face darkened completely.

He stared at the white powder, connecting all the clues in his mind.

The smuggling vessel seized by the coast guard.

Wang Hai's cryptic warning.

The explosion-proof plate welded to the bottom compartment.

This is no ordinary smuggling ship; it's a drug trafficking vessel!

"Brother, this isn't flour." Wu Sui looked up and stared directly into Wu Gang's eyes. "This is wheat flour."

"White flour?" Wu Gang didn't react at first.

A few seconds later, Wu Gang's face turned deathly pale, and he was thrown backward as if he had been electrocuted, falling to the ground with a thud.

He pointed at the plastic bags, his fingers trembling like a leaf.

"Second brother, this...this can't be touched. If we get caught, we'll be shot."

"Call the police! Let's call the police right now!"

Wu Gang scrambled to his feet, grabbed Wu Sui's arm, and tried to pull him outside.

"Calm down!" Wu Sui shook off Wu Gang's hand and hissed in a low voice.

"Are you crazy?" Wu Gang stamped his feet in frustration. "Do you know what this stuff is? This stuff has harmed so many people. If we get even a little bit of it, our whole family will be ruined."

"Don't rush." ​​Wu Sui pressed down on Wu Gang's shoulder, forcefully pushing him back to his original position.

"If you go to the police now, what will you tell them?"

"So you're saying we scaled the wall into the Maritime Safety Administration's yard in the middle of the night, brought a cutting machine, and cut open the hold of the smuggling ship?"

Wu Sui spoke very quickly and analyzed the situation clearly.

"The coast guard has detained this ship for so long, why haven't they found these things?"

"Is it that they can't find it, or is someone trying to prevent them from searching?"

Why did Wang Hai say this ship was a hot potato and absolutely refuse to let me touch it?

"Because the owner behind this ship may make the coast guard wary, or even afraid to touch the ship."

Wu Sui pointed at the things on the ground, softening her voice.

"If we go to the police now, we might be targeted by someone."

"For someone like this who dares to touch contraband, killing our whole family would be as easy as crushing an ant."

Wu Gang was stunned by Wu Sui's words.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Then... what should we do? Just pretend we didn't see anything?" His voice was trembling with tears.

"Pretend you didn't see it? This trip can't be in vain."

Wu Sui turned around and without hesitation put the ten small yellow croakers into the snakeskin bag.

"Second brother, what are you doing?" Wu Gang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "That's stolen goods!"

"The gold bar has no name or serial number written on it. If you take it out to melt it down and re-mint it, who will recognize it?"

Wu Gang paced anxiously, saying, "This money is burning my hands!"

"Hot as fire my foot!"

"Why not take the money from smugglers?"

"If we don't take it, those people will just benefit in the end."

Wu Sui remained unusually calm, turning her head to look at the remaining white powder and the notebook on the ground.

He picked up the notebook and flipped through two pages.

It was covered with all sorts of numbers, dates, and strange codes.

Although the specific contents are incomprehensible, this is definitely the group's transaction ledger.

"We'll leave these contraband items and ledgers here."

Wu Sui put the notebook back into the oilcloth bag and wrapped the plastic bag again.

"Stay here?" Wu Gang couldn't keep up with Wu Sui's train of thought at all.

"Yes, this is the real death warrant." He sneered.

"As long as this shipment is still on the ship, those who have their eyes on it will come knocking on our door sooner or later."

Wu Sui put the oilcloth bag back into the hidden compartment.

"Brother, find a rag and wipe the places we touched clean, make sure there aren't any fingerprints left."

Wu Gang found a tattered rag covered in engine oil in the corner and handed it to Wu Sui.

The two began cleaning up the scene.

Although Wu Gang was afraid, he didn't slow down his movements at all.

He took a rag and carefully wiped the edges of the explosion-proof panel, the places the crowbar had touched, and even the stair railings in the lower deck.

Wu Sui then used a rag to soak up the black mud and engine oil from the bottom of the tank and covered all the slits cut by the angle grinder.

As for whether anyone will notice?

I can't believe how he scams people.