Reborn American Giants

Port Elizabeth at night is just as busy as it is during the day, with cargo ships from all over the world unloading cargo at this port under the jurisdiction of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey.

A Panamanian bulk carrier has notified the port dispatch office of its arrival time via radio.

Bill at the dispatch office held the intercom in his hand, but looked at the two law enforcement officers standing aside who were wearing black jackets with the capital letters "DEA" printed on the back.

"Are you sure it's the Sisi?" DEA agent Jeffrey Douglas confirmed again, and received a sharp nod from Bill.

"At which pier should I let it dock?" Bill was a little nervous, making his voice a little shaky compared to usual.

"Hey, man, don't be nervous," another agent, Kevin Lawrence, patted Bill's shoulder gently, "Just like usual, tell it to dock at Pier 3, and we'll do the rest.

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After swallowing a sip of saliva, Bill tried to calm down his nervous mood. What happened tonight was enough for him to brag to others in the small bar at the port.

"The Port Dispatch Office is calling the Sisi. Please enter the port from Waterway No. 4 and dock at Pier 3. Please reply when you receive it."

"The Sisi received it."

Through the window of the control room, Bill could vaguely see that in the brightly lit Elizabeth Port, a huge Panamax bulk carrier was honking its whistle and entering the port's waterway, slowly heading towards the ship he had just commanded.

Depart from Pier 3.

And at its destination, a large group of heavily armed DEA agents, together with New Jersey State Police and New York City Police Department SWAT officers, were already ready...

Karl Dennis was a little frightened. He was just a little bit closer, just a little bit closer, tonight he would run into the dragnet set by DEA and the New Jersey police.

Fortunately, the police's target was mainly on the 65,000-ton freighter Sisi, and they did not notice the two tattered vans parked aside for a long time, which were Karl's vehicles.

The New York branch of the DEA received a report that a Panamax bulk carrier would dock in Port Elizabeth tonight carrying a large amount of cocaine.

U.S. law enforcement agencies have begun to pay attention to cocaine, a new type of drug.

Compared with marijuana, cocaine is only 60% the volume of the former, but the price is 15 times more expensive. If those drug trafficking organizations could make a fortune transporting thousands of pounds of marijuana, then cocaine is platinum.

And unlike soft drugs such as marijuana, cocaine causes greater harm to the human body. The General Administration has issued a notice to start asking agents from various branches to focus more on this new plant stimulant from South America.

Increase the power to attack it.

Therefore, after repeatedly confirming the authenticity of the intelligence, Director Marvin Terry of the New York Bureau of the DEA applied to the headquarters. After obtaining the authorization, he joined forces with the New Jersey State Police and the New York City Special Police to surround the entire Pier 3.

It was all over the place.

Karl Dennis tried his best to lower his body and lay on the passenger seat of the van. He raised his head from time to time and secretly looked at the dock not far away.

A large group of law enforcement officers waited for the Sisi to dock at the port and immediately pounced on the behemoth. Karl could see more than a dozen "Ula Ula"s making piercing screams and police cars with flashing lights ambushing from the side.

They rushed out of the container storage area and stopped in front of the huge hull of the Sisi. A group of armed policemen eagerly opened the door and climbed up the ladder.

Soon, a crisp "pop" sound of automatic weapon firing came, which spread very far in the silent night. With every sound, Carl's body would involuntarily tremble. Until more than ten minutes later, the sound of gunfire gradually

Disappearing, Karl knew that the drug dealers on the ship were finished, and their blood gang was also finished.

In New York in January, the night temperature was about minus 3 degrees Celsius, but Karl was sweating profusely, and from time to time he raised his sleeves to touch the sweat on his forehead.

Tim, who was walking with him next to him, secretly poked him with his hand. After he tried hard to move his body and turned his head, he asked in a low voice: "Karl, there are police outside now, what should we do?"

There was palpable panic.

"What should I do? I don't know what to do. Will I still be here? Damn it."

Cursing, Karl took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he knew by heart with trembling fingers.

The call was quickly connected, and before Karl could speak, Benjamin's impatient voice came from the receiver.

"Karl, how's it going? Have you received the goods..."

After swallowing hard, Karl said in a hurry: "Boss Jacob, the goods are all gone. The news must have been leaked. Now Port Elizabeth is full of slips. What should we do now?"

"Wtf!" Benjamin Jacobs almost threw the phone out of his hand in anger. The Blood Gang's inventory was already at the bottom no matter how much they saved.

Tonight something happened to this batch of goods again. It is conceivable that once the news spreads, not only the drug addicts, but also the old customers who have worked hard to maintain the Blood Gang will choose to abandon the Blood Gang and get goods from other gangs.

Moreover, this police action caused more than just this little loss to the Blood Gang.

According to Colombian rules, as long as this batch of goods leaves Colombia, no matter what happens, whether it is seized by the police or robbed by other gangs, the losses caused will be calculated at the head of the Blood Gang according to the landing price.

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According to the price, this batch of goods is worth 10 million US dollars, and because Benjamin wanted it urgently, he paid 50% of the payment in advance.

In other words, not only did the Blood Gang not get the goods, but they also owed the Colombians $5 million in debt. Over time, the Blood Gang lost more than $20 million out of thin air, which is not a small amount of money.

"Boss Jacob, what should we do now?"

"You guys come back first, we have to think of other ways to get a batch of emergency supplies."

After hanging up the phone, Benjamin sat on the office chair, his brain working crazily. It is still unclear how the police learned about the Sisi. Whether there was an insider or the police learned about it from other places. Benjamin couldn't help but

I know, but now is not the time to pursue this issue.

The most urgent task is to find a way to get a batch of goods. Otherwise, wait until tomorrow, those drug addicts who cannot buy the goods will soon spread the news that the blood gang is out of stock throughout the underground world of New York. Those who are originally interested in blood

The gang, which is eyeing the gang's territory, will definitely not miss such a good opportunity.

Anyone can panic when trying to control their emotions, but Benjamin Jacobs, the leader of the New York Blood Gang, cannot panic. There must be many pairs of eyes staring at him now to see what solution he can come up with to solve the problem of blood gangs.

Help with current difficulties.

Therefore, at this time, he has to be tougher.