PART 53

The Port of New York is one of the world's largest seaports, located at the mouth of the Hudson River in the southwest corner of Manhattan. It faces the Atlantic Ocean to the east and has an annual throughput of up to 160 million tons. Even in the early morning hours, the terminal is bustling with activity.

A small freighter just finished loading and unloading and was preparing to leave the port. However, the cargo it had unloaded was not taken out of the port. Instead, it was driven by a heavy truck into a remote warehouse in the New York Harbor.

In the warehouse, two groups of men dressed in black stood facing each other. There were over 200 burly, sharp-eyed individuals, clearly different from your average criminals.

On one side stood the seller of this batch of high-grade marijuana – a notorious Mexican drug lord.

On the other side sat Kingpin, the King of the Underground in New York, on a sofa, smoking a Cohiba cigar and holding a cane.

He checked his phone and realized Wesley still hadn't returned his call, causing him to feel uncertain. Regardless of what happened, he should have received some news by now.

Looking up and gazing outside, the raindrops as big as peas were pouring down, and he suddenly felt a burst of depression in his heart.

A terrible thought crossed his mind.

The transaction tonight might not go as smoothly as expected.

The heavy truck drove straight into the warehouse, and the two drivers jumped out of the truck and opened the container door.

"Please!" The Mexican drug lord motioned to Kingpin and went to inspect the goods.

Kingpin nodded, and immediately several of his subordinates boarded the container.

The inspection process was a bit lengthy, but neither of the two bosses showed any impatience.

This batch of high-grade marijuana is very valuable, and no one can afford any problems.

After 20 minutes, the goods were finally inspected, and Kingpin immediately sent the balance to the drug lord's Swiss bank account.

In 1934, Switzerland enacted the Bank Secrecy Act, which established that Swiss financial institutions have the right to reject government investigations and monitoring of customer accounts.

Thanks to this law, Swiss banks have earned the trust of corrupt officials, wealthy individuals, and underworld figures like Kingpin worldwide.

People like them, who engage in illegal activities, don't keep 180 bearer accounts in Swiss banks. Only someone like Jason prefers to conduct transactions with cash.

A few minutes later, the drug lord logs into his bank account, and the funds are received securely.

"Here's to a prosperous partnership," he says.

The two bosses stand up, smile, and shake hands.

At that moment, the sound of helicopter rotors can be heard from outside the warehouse.

A subordinate of the drug lord rushed in and said, "Boss, we have a problem! There are helicopters hovering over the port."

The drug lord frowned and asked, "Can you see clearly? Is it a civilian helicopter or a gunship? Is there a sign on the helicopter?"

The subordinate panted heavily and replied, "It's a gunship! The DEA logo is also printed on the fuselage."

The relationship between the DEA and drug lords is like that of a cat and mouse.

Upon hearing these words, the drug lord's face instantly changed. He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Kingpin, accusing him of being an undercover police officer.

"Damn it! So, you are an undercover agent!"

Kingpin's subordinates also raised their guns at the drug lord, and the two gangs were instantly at odds.

Kingpin looked at the drug lord with gloomy eyes and said, "If I'm an undercover agent, and the helicopter is already coming towards us, why would I call you to confirm the final payment?"

As the drug lord thought about it, he realized that Kingpin had a point.

The drug lord put away his gun and asked what they should do next, feeling a bit flustered.

Kingpin calmly thought it over and ordered everyone to evacuate: "Don't panic, everyone change into dock worker clothes, and disperse to leave the port."

"What about the goods, boss?" a subordinate asked.

"The goods will be temporarily stored in the warehouses. There are hundreds of warehouses and tens of thousands of containers in the Port of New York, they won't be able to find them."

After hearing Kingpin's orders, both gangs quickly changed into work uniforms and fled through the front and rear doors of the warehouse.

On the gunship, Stan raised his binoculars and carefully searched for ground targets.

A close friend said, "Boss, the New York Harbor is so vast, and there are so many people. Who knows which container hides hi grass and which one belongs to a drug dealer?"

Stan put down the binoculars and furrowed his brow, his brain working quickly.

To hide seventeen containers of illegal materials, Kingpin must have a private warehouse in New York Harbor.

Kingpin's private warehouse is leased under someone else's name and cannot be found through the internal network.

Stan decided to approach the problem from a different perspective. If he were Kingpin, he would definitely choose a warehouse in a remote corner of New York Harbor.

Moreover, there are not only roads for cars to drive around, but also woods for drug dealers to escape on foot, or residential areas with complex personnel.

Stan opened his eyes, found New York Harbor on Google Maps, and then, according to his own speculation, searched for a suitable location.

" found it!"

After a while, Stan's eyes lit up, and he locked onto an area.

He pointed to a warehouse in the distance and said, "Quick! Fly over there!"

The pilot responded and operated the helicopter to fly over the designated area.

Stan and a few of his cronies quickly took out binoculars, activated night vision mode, and began searching for suspicious targets on the ground.

"Stan! The target has been found! There are about two hundred people!"

The pilot found a large number of human-shaped heat signatures outside a warehouse through a thermal imaging night vision device.

Because of its remote location, the occupancy rate of this warehouse is not so high, and the flow of people is much less than that of the core area.

In the early hours of the morning, more than 200 people had gathered outside the warehouse. Something seemed off.

"Stan, are these people drug dealers? They are all wearing workers' uniforms. Could it be that the dock workers are having a party?"

Stan raised his binoculars and looked, then said uncertainly, "It might be."

"Might be? Then should we arrest them? If we make a mistake, it could affect your career."

"This...Let me think about it." Stan's face was serious, full of indecision.

If the group of people below were drug dealers, he would be an instant hero, and his future career would be limitless.

But if those people were just ordinary workers, Stan's political enemies would undoubtedly make a big deal about it.

If it affected his entry into Washington, it would be a massive loss.

Arresting someone was a risky move!

Better not get caught and steadily get promoted!

Stan didn't know what to choose!

"Stan, give the order! Someone is about to leave New York Harbor."

Hearing this, Shi Dan was heartbroken and made up his mind: "Forget it! I'll take responsibility if something goes wrong. Let's arrest them!"

With Stan's order, the pilot immediately controlled the helicopter to descend and used the onboard loudspeaker to shout.

"Listen to the people below, we are the New York Drug Enforcement Administration. We suspect that you are involved in the smuggling of hay grass. Please stop immediately and stand in place for inspection."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd below immediately stopped.

The next second, there was an explosion from the crowd, and a missile with a trail of flames headed towards the helicopter!

Stan shouted, "Be careful! RPG!"