Marvel’s Big Villain

The Port of New York is one of the largest seaports in the world.

It is located at the mouth of the Hudson River in the southwest corner of Manhattan, facing the Atlantic Ocean to the east, with an annual throughput of up to 160 million tons. Even in the early morning, the terminal is still busy.

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

There were two groups of black-clothed men standing in the warehouse, a total of more than 200 people. They were burly and sharp-eyed. At first glance, they were very different from ordinary trash fish.

On one side is the seller of this batch of hi grass—the big Mexican drug lord.

On the other side is the King of the Underground in New York - Jin Bing.

Jin Bian sat on the sofa with a cane and chatted with a Cohiba cigar in his mouth.

He took out his mobile phone and found that Wesley still hadn't returned the call, and a cloud of doubt appeared on his face.

Regardless of whether that happened or not, he should have news after counting the time.

Looking up and looking outside, the pea-sized raindrops were pouring down, and he suddenly felt a burst of depression in his heart.

A terrible thought came to his mind.

The transaction tonight may not be so smooth.

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

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

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

The inspection process was a bit long, but neither of the two bosses showed impatient expressions.

This batch of hi grass is very valuable, and no one can afford it if there is a problem.

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

Switzerland promulgated the Bank Secrecy Act in 1934, which clarified that Swiss financial institutions have the right to refuse government investigation and monitoring of customer accounts.

Thanks to this law, Swiss Bank has gained the trust of corrupt officials, rich people, and gang members like Kim Bing around the world.

People like them who do underworld business don't have 180 bearer accounts in Swiss banks.

Only a turtle like Jason likes to trade with cash.

A few minutes later, the drug lord logs into the bank account, and the money has been safely received.

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

The two bosses stood up, smiled and shook hands.

At this moment, the sound of helicopter propellers came from outside the warehouse.

A drug lord's subordinate rushed in and said, "Boss, it's not good! 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, "Gunship! The DEA logo is also printed on the fuselage."

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

Hearing these three words, the big drug lord's face changed instantly, he took out a pistol and pointed it at Jin Bing.

"Damn it! It turns out that you are an undercover police officer."

brush!

Jin Bing's subordinates also raised their guns at the drug lord, and the two gangs were instantly drawn to each other.

Jin Bing stared at him dissatisfied with gloomy eyes: "If I'm an undercover agent, and the helicopter is already coming towards us, why should I call you the final payment?"

When the drug lord thought about it carefully, it seemed like the same thing.

No matter how rich the Drug Enforcement Administration is, it cannot afford hundreds of millions of dollars to build it.

"Then... what should I do now?" The drug lord put away his gun, feeling a little flustered in his heart.

In Mexico, from high-ranking politicians to street patrols, he can pay for it, but now he is in the United States.

Jin thought calmly, and decisively ordered the evacuation: "Don't panic, so everyone changed into the clothes of dockers, and we dispersed and left the port."

"Boss, what about the goods?" a subordinate asked.

"The goods are temporarily stored in warehouses. There are hundreds of warehouses and tens of thousands of containers in New York Port, but they can't find them."

After listening to Jin Bing's words, the two gangs quickly changed into work uniforms and fled from the front and rear doors of the warehouse.

…………

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

A close friend said: "Boss, the New York Harbor is so big and there are so many people, who knows which container hides hi grass and which one is a drug dealer."

Stan put down the binoculars, frowned, his brain thought quickly.

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

Ke Jinbing's private warehouse is leased in the name of someone else, and cannot be found through the internal network.

Stan decided to think about it from a different perspective. If he were Kim Bing, he would definitely choose the 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, looked for a place to go along with the conditions.

"found it!"

After a while, Stan's eyes lit up and he locked 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 cronies quickly took out the binoculars, activated the night vision mode, and began to search 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 light spots 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 gathered outside the warehouse. There must be something wrong.

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

Stan raised his binoculars and looked at it, then said uncertainly, "It should be."

"Should? Then should we arrest people? If we make a mistake, it may affect your career."

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

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

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

If it affects his entry into Washington, it will be a big loss.

Arresting someone is risky!

Don't get caught, get promoted steadily!

Stan didn't know how 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: "Don't care! I'll be responsible if something goes wrong, catch it!"

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 tail flames hit the helicopter!

Stan hurriedly shouted, "Be careful! RPG!"

…………

Thank you [d0dai0] for the 1,000 points reward, the boss is so cool!

Brothers, it is recommended not to stop!