Several smugglers surrounded the post box and the management staff inside, talking and talking, while the cargo ship slowly docked on the shore.
A man in a camouflage jacket took the lead to go ashore and chatted with the rescuer. Then the smuggler who stayed on the boat tore away the tarpaulin and began to blatantly bring the stowaways ashore.
"Shouldn't we call the Immigration Bureau to report it?" Jian Yiran couldn't help but ask when she saw that Sun Minghang and Yu Zhesen were indifferent.
"Didn't Yu Zhesen teach you not to mind your own business when you're out in the field?" Sun Minghang pointed to his head and said, "The most important thing is to put your own mission first."
"Okay, what should we do next? Where should we go to check for guns?" Jane continued to do as she did.
Sun Minghang looked at Yu Zhesen: "I won't do anything for you, why don't you teach me?"
"I think you want to run away, right? It's not time to get off work yet." Yu Zhesen waved his bracelet to show Sun Minghang the time.
"I have brought you all here, but you have to ask me to feed you food?" Sun Minghang said scornfully, "Where did the special service team come from with so many giant babies?"
Yu Zhesen grabbed Sun Minghang's neck and forcibly led him forward: "I'm sending the Buddha to the west. I'll just come and ask you questions. You can help me take care of the newcomer."
Sun Minghang reluctantly agreed, broke away from Yu Zhesen's hand and said, "Go and negotiate. If things don't work out, I will take little Jane and run away."
Yu Zhesen didn't pay attention to Sun Minghang's nonsense. He gestured to Jane not to follow him, and walked alone towards the smoking smugglers outside the sentry box.
One of the smugglers noticed Yu Zhesen's approach, patted his companions nervously, and motioned to them in the direction where Yu Zhesen was coming.
The administrator in the guard box put out his cigarette and looked at Yu Zhesen who came closer with some surprise: "This is not within the scope of the Security Bureau's patrol, right?"
"Special Service Team of the Criminal Investigation Department." Yu Zhesen showed his electronic ID to the other party with a sullen face.
The administrator's expression finally became serious, and his fat, round face was full of worry: "Hey...has there been a criminal case nearby? I haven't heard of it."
Several snakeheads on the side also shook their heads.
"It is inconvenient to disclose the specific details of the case. Our investigators found pistol bullets from St. Newman City at the scene." Yu Zhesen pretended to raise his right hand, holding a bullet between his thumb and index finger.
The administrator in the guard box frowned deeply, and the smugglers watching the excitement suddenly lost their composure.
Yu Zhesen could tell from the changes in their expressions that the lie he had just made up had a knock-on effect on these people, so he asked directly: "Have there been any stowaways from St. Newman City recently?"
The smugglers looked at each other and communicated with each other with their eyes. None of them seemed to want to take the responsibility of answering.
"It seems that we need to ask the Immigration Bureau to assist in the investigation." Yu Zhesen said to himself as he took out his mobile phone and glanced at the administrator in the booth with a meaningful look.
"Qiao... Qiaodou sack!" The fat administrator who was so anxious that he spoke his hometown dialect ran out of the post and waved to Yu Zhesen: "First... don't contact the Immigration Bureau, please!"
"Are you from the He tribe?"
"Hey, naturalized... already naturalized..." the fat administrator explained with a sneer, and handed Yu Zhesen his business card.
Mr. Shanjing, the security manager of Sunset Seafood Market.
"Sir Yu, have a cigarette?" Shan Jing handed Yu Zhisen a cigarette attentively.
"No." Yu Zhesen casually put Shanjing's business card into his pocket and started to trick the other party: "It's a little late today, and it's not convenient to bother the people from the Immigration Bureau. But we are very pressed for this case.
, I must know the whereabouts of those stowaways."
"It should, it should. Those Western ghosts who sneaked in and dared to use guns are really abominable." Shanjing was indignant and winked at the smugglers around him.
The smugglers had expressionless faces and ignored Shanjing's hint.
"Hey! Talk! Fishhead, if I remember correctly, you were the one who took over those ghost guys!" Shanjing became angry and shouted at a man with a crescent-shaped scar on his scalp among the snakeheads. p>
Scarhead, known as the fish-headed man, took a puff of cigarette and put the cigarette butt firmly at his feet: "Yes, it happened half a month ago. You have such a good memory!"
"Where are the people? Where have they gone?" Shan Jing spread his hands and asked.
Before the fish-headed man opened his mouth, a younger smuggler next to him puffed up his chest and said coldly: "We follow professional rules. Money and goods are fully paid. Once we land, it has nothing to do with us."
"Damn it! You treat me like a retard!" Shanjing suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the young snake head in circles.
He pointed his finger at the snakeheads and threatened them darkly: "You usually call me Pighead behind my back, right? It's just a joke, it doesn't matter. You are helping me to make a fortune together. That's what I think, and everyone should think so too, right?"
No one really treats me as a pig, right?"
The young snakehead who was slapped covered half of his swollen cheek and did not dare to say anything. The other snakeheads, including the fish-headed man, were also shocked.
In the end, it was the Yutou guy who explained: "After the sea cargo lands, the boat fire gang Ding Si and others will be responsible for picking up and moving the cargo. In name, it is to help find a safe place to stay, but in fact it is mainly to squeeze out more oil and water."
.But the gang of stowaways from St. Newman City are so tough that the Boat and Fire Gang probably won’t dare to do anything to them."
"This is the first time I've heard of the Chuanhuo Gang." Yu Zhesen showed interest.
Yutou said helplessly: "Including Sunset Wharf and this market, this area is the sphere of influence of the Chuanhuo Gang. Usually when we transport the goods to the shore, people from the Chuanhuo Gang are responsible for receiving them, and they eat the entire business.
The last link of profit."
"What's the way to eat it? Like what you just said, take the person away and keep them under secret custody, squeeze out the oil and water, and then release them?"
The fish-head man hesitated for a moment and added: "This is for those who have money to exploit. There are also some goods that have been squeezed dry before landing, or they are poor people who are destined to die. The boat fire gang will introduce it to them.
'Work' and take most of the reward."
"Isn't this a serious job?" Yu Zhesen sneered.
Shanjing Qianbai said: "Carrying bricks, transporting goods and planing fish near the market is a relatively serious job. Of course, there are some people who don't have the strength to do this, such as most women, so they are forced to go out and sell."
The smugglers laughed knowingly. Becoming a prostitute in the old city is the final destination of some poor female stowaways, although many of them had no sexual experience before boarding the stowaway boat.
"How do you find people from the Chuanhuo Gang? Is Ding Si you just mentioned their leader?" Yu Zhesen asked.
"Fishheads and the others can help contact us. Ding Si is the second in command of the Chuanhuo Gang, and he is usually the one who comes forward to the outside world." Shanjing directly expressed his stance on behalf of the snakeheads, and kindly reminded Yu Zhesen: "Sir Yu, you may not know, Chuanhuo Gang."
The name of the Fire Gang sounds quite tacky, but it is indeed the largest gang in the local area. And I heard that they have attracted a lot of tough guys from some outsiders who have smuggled in, ranging from black to white, and all kinds of ghosts.
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The fish-headed man nodded repeatedly to prove what Shanjing said, and then he looked at Yu Zhesen carefully and asked: "Chief Yu is going to meet the people from the Boat Fire Gang today? Now?"
He hoped that Yu Zhesen would retreat when faced with difficulties.
Yu Zhesen glanced at the time on his bracelet: "Hey, it's almost dinner time, so let's go to the evening. Help me make an appointment with someone from the Boat Fire Gang, and I'll see you tonight."
The fish-headed man pondered for a moment, and Shanjing immediately cast a stern look.
"Where does Chief Yu want to meet with the people from the Chuanhuo Gang?"
"The game room on the top floor of Tianheng Department Store." Yu Zhesen replied without thinking, "Eight o'clock at the latest, I hope you won't keep me waiting."
The fish-headed man nodded.
"Then it's settled." Yu Zhesen ignored Shan Jing's flattering wave goodbye, turned back to Sun Minghang, and tossed the bullet back to him with a flick of his thumb.
Sun Minghang caught the bullet and pulled out his spare magazine in disbelief to check, and found that there was indeed a bullet missing from the magazine.