Marvel’s Big Villain

New York Harbor 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 160 million tons, and the terminal is still busy until early in the morning.

A small freighter had 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 two hundred people. They were burly and sharp-eyed, and they were very different from ordinary fish.

One side is the seller of this batch of high grass - the big Mexican drug lord.

On the other side is the king of the New York underground - Jin Bin.

Jin Bin leaned on a cane and sat on the sofa chatting, with a Cohiba cigar in his mouth.

He took out his mobile phone and found that Wesley still hadn't called back, and a cloud of suspicion suddenly appeared on his face.

Regardless of whether that matter is successful or not, he should have news in time.

Looking up and looking outside, he saw heavy raindrops pouring down, and he suddenly felt a sense of depression in his heart.

A terrible thought came to his mind.

Tonight's transaction may not go so smoothly.

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

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

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

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

This batch of Hey Grass is very valuable, and no one can afford it if something goes wrong.

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

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

Thanks to this law, Swiss banks have won the trust of corrupt officials, rich people, and gangsters like Kim Bin all over the world.

Those who do underworld business like them don't have a hundred or eighty unregistered accounts in Swiss banks.

Only a jackass like Jason likes to trade in cash.

A few minutes later, the drug lord logged into his bank account, and the money had arrived safely.

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

The two big men stood up, smiled and shook hands.

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

A drug lord's subordinate ran in in a panic and said, "Boss, it's bad! There are helicopters hovering over the port."

The drug lord frowned and asked, "Did you see clearly, is it a civilian helicopter or an armed helicopter? Is there a sign on the helicopter?"

The subordinate panted and replied: "Armed helicopter! There is also a DEA logo printed on the fuselage."

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

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

"Damn it! So you're an undercover agent for the police."

brush!

Jin Bing's subordinates also pointed their guns at the drug lord, and the two gangs were at war with each other.

Jin Bin stared at him dissatisfiedly with gloomy eyes: "If I'm an undercover agent, the helicopter is already coming towards us, so why should I send you the final payment?"

The drug lord thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the same.

No matter how rich the Drug Enforcement Administration is, it can't be built with hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Then... what should we do now?" The drug lord put away his gun, feeling a little panicked.

In Mexico, he can pay for everything from senior political officials to street policemen, but now he is in the United States.

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

"Boss, what should I do with that guy?" one of his subordinates asked.

"The goods are temporarily stored in the warehouse. There are hundreds of warehouses in New York Harbor and tens of thousands of containers. They can't find them."

After listening to Jin Bin's words, the two groups quickly changed into work uniforms and fled in all directions through the front and rear doors of the warehouse.

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On the armed helicopter, Stan held up the binoculars and carefully searched for ground targets.

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

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

Seventeen containers of illegal material were to be stashed away, and King must have had a private warehouse in New York Harbor.

Ke Jinbin's private warehouse is leased in the name of other people, and cannot be found through the internal network.

Stan decided to think about it differently. If he were Jin Bin, he would definitely choose the warehouse in a remote corner of New York Harbor.

Moreover, there must be roads for cars driving around the warehouse, as well as woods for drug dealers to escape on foot, or residential areas with complex populations.

Stan opened his eyes, found New York Harbor on Google Maps, and then searched for the place that agreed to the conditions according to his own speculation.

"found it!"

After a while, Stan's eyes lit up and he locked on to 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 several cronies quickly took out the binoculars, activated the night vision mode, and began to search for suspicious targets on the ground.

"Stan! We found the target! There are about two hundred people!"

The pilot found a large number of human-shaped light spots outside a warehouse through thermal imaging night vision.

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

In the early hours of the morning, more than two hundred people gathered outside the warehouse, there must be something wrong.

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

Stan raised his binoculars to look at it, and 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 entanglements.

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

But if that group of people were just ordinary workers, then 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 people is at risk!

If you don't catch it, you will be promoted steadily!

Stan didn't know how to choose!

"Stan, give the order! Someone is leaving New York Harbor."

Hearing this, Shi Dan's heart was ruthless, and he made up his mind: "Don't worry about it! I'll be responsible if something goes wrong, arrest me!"

After receiving Stan's order, the pilot immediately manipulated the helicopter to descend and shouted through the onboard loudspeaker.

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

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

In 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!"

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Thanks to [d0dai0] for the 1000 point reward, the boss is generous!

Brothers, it is recommended not to stop!