Chapter 22 : "I'm not afraid of guns!"

Auntie Wang's culinary prowess remained unmatched. The sweet and sour pork ribs reached the pinnacle of perfection. It had been a while since Goofy indulged in these cuisines.

"Did you notice? I always said Goofy has a big stomach," Aunt Wang remarked, her eyes squinting with delight at Goofy's impressed reaction to her cooking.

Cheng Jessie, observing Goofy's authenticity in savoring the dish, found it increasingly puzzling. How could this kid from Brooklyn look so convincingly Chinese?

As Goofy relished the meal, Auntie Wang couldn't help but shower him with praises, nearly leaving Goofy overwhelmed by Aunt Wang's effusive compliments and accumulating a considerable amount of worship values from her.

Regrettably, Comrade Goofy found himself upgraded once again, and Auntie Wang's admiration served as the final straw that broke the camel's back.

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**Attribute Panel:**

- Physical fitness: 1.9–>2.0

- Strength: 1.5—>1.6

- Agility: 1.5—>1.9

- Spirit: 1.5—>1.5

[- Upgrade bonus: Fighting skills have been improved.]

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Staring at the increasing data on the attribute panel, Goofy couldn't even focus on finishing his meal.

However, his grievances were short-lived. Goofy continued to devour Aunt Wang's sweet and sour pork ribs, almost gnawing the bones into his stomach.

After dinner, he engaged in a pleasant chat with Aunt Wang and Cheng Jessie. As the clock approached 9:30 p.m., Goofy insisted on escorting them home to ensure their safety.

Exiting Aunt Wang's house, Goofy received a text message from Eddie. The content was succinct but emphasized urgency: *Come to Pier 17 in New York Bay and bring the gun*

The repeated exclamation marks hinted at a precarious situation. It seemed Eddie had encountered a formidable challenge, likely a direct confrontation with the enigmatic group of men in black.

Eager and excited, Goofy hastily descended to his second-hand Chevrolet and sped towards Pier 17 in New York Bay.

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The night at Upper New York Bay was serene, with few individuals engaged in loading and unloading activities. Pier 17, even more secluded, hadn't seen cargo ships docked for a considerable time.

Despite its unimpressive appearance, the old-fashioned Chevrolet boasted excellent performance. It effortlessly reached speeds of 140 on the urban highway, allowing Goofy to arrive at the location specified in Eddie's text message within fifteen minutes.

Parking the car, Goofy tiptoed towards the pier, discerning faint noises carried by the cool night wind. It appeared someone was busy loading and unloading goods.

Reluctant to call Eddie directly and risk exposing him, Goofy patiently waited. After a couple of minutes, he spotted Eddie crouched in the grass outside a warehouse, appearing frozen and bewildered.

"Hey, Eddie," Goofy whispered, leaning down and blending into the grass.

"Thank goodness, you finally came," Eddie greeted, turning to Goofy. "Look, I found something big."

Following Eddie's lead, Goofy observed several burly men on the dock transporting large jars to a small boat. These sizable jars, approximately one meter high and 60–70 inches in diameter, seemed weighty.

"What's in there? Oil tanks?" Goofy inquired in a hushed tone.

"Come on, dragging you out in the middle of the night to watch people move oil tanks?" Eddie chuckled.

"Is there a homeless person inside?" Goofy questioned abruptly.

"Exactly," Eddie responded gravely. "The destitute and homeless are sealed in these jars, embedded with cement, and then discarded into the sea. It's a method less conspicuous than direct arson, avoiding unwanted attention."

Goofy suddenly realized the sinister motive behind this method. "After the revelation of the arson incident burning homeless people, Oscorp didn't dare to continue kidnapping them openly. The disappearance of homeless individuals has decreased, but they've been accumulating a significant number through human experiments. To evade detection, they must dispose of them swiftly, opting for a new, covert method."

"Yes, but what's our move now?" Eddie queried in a low voice.

Surveying the situation, Goofy noticed five individuals loading the goods. Charging forward might result in either capture or facing overwhelming odds.

Regardless of the outcome, Goofy was determined. "Eddie, retreat; I'll handle them."

"What?" Eddie blurted out, almost losing control. "You're going in alone? They might be armed!"

"I'm not afraid of guns!" Goofy declared fearlessly.

"Why? Is your gun superior to theirs?" Eddie scrutinized Goofy and, to his surprise, asked, "Wait, where's your gun?"

"Gun? What gun? I didn't bring one," Goofy calmly stated.

"Are you kidding me?!" Eddie's face paled. "Did you only read half of the messages I sent you? I explicitly told you to bring the gun!"

Maintaining his composure, Goofy responded, "Why panic? You don't need a gun to deal with them."

Eddie was utterly disheartened. He had never encountered such a fearless cop. "Brother, I strongly recommend calling for backup first, then..."

However, Goofy, paying no heed to Eddie's advice, charged ahead.

"NYPD! Hands up and stand still!"

The strong men on the ship tensed upon hearing the mention of NYPD. Expecting authoritative figures to brandish guns first for deterrence, they turned around only to find an Asian youth in casual clothes emerging from the grass. In no way did he resemble an NYPD officer.

Moreover, an authentic NYPD response involved brandishing a gun front for maximum impact. Yet, the Asian youth before them was unarmed, sporting a plaster cast on his left forearm.

The bald black man, evidently the leader of the loading crew, burst into laughter. "Kid, if you're NYPD, we're the FBI!"

"Why are you laughing? What's in the jar?" Goofy questioned sternly.

"Get lost; mind your own business," the black man dismissively waved, "It's none of your concern what we're up to."

Several others on the ship preferred avoiding trouble; dumping the jars into the sea was all they cared about.

Contrary to expectations, Goofy stood his ground and advanced a few steps.

"Answer me, what's in this jar?"

This time, the bald black man's irritation escalated. He signaled to the two men beside him, who promptly retrieved hammers from the cabin and approached Goofy.

"I'll give you one more chance, kid; there's still time to run," a curly-haired black man intoned deeply. "No, on second thought, I'd rather toss you into the sea to feed the fish."

Eddie, watching from the grass, glared anxiously. "Goofy, you fool! What are you thinking? You're still wearing a plaster cast, and you're about to pick a fight!"

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