Dinah Wang couldn't help but narrowed her eyes, showing a bit of surprise: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Li Mochen did not hesitate: "Of course, if you can collect evidence during the suppression process, that would be the best."
He has an advanced destroyer in his prime and has demigod-level power at his disposal, so he has no intention of limiting himself during the voyage.
If anyone is dissatisfied, get out of here!
"Understood!"
Dinah Wang leaned forward again: "I will follow your will."
And when Dinah Wang left with the people, Hazel, who was standing next to Li Mochen, smacked her lips and said: "This woman is the one who can do anything for you, right? She is quite beautiful."
Li Mochen let out a 'hehe' and turned to look at the captain of the Troy: "Captain Lister, inform all ships to set sail on time at nine o'clock. During the voyage, Commodore Wallace Clayton will be the commander.
It has jurisdiction over all ships."
It was already 8:45, and their boats quickly left the dock one after another, and then formed a mighty fleet ten kilometers away from the Port of Savannah, slowly heading towards the Savannah River.
Drive away.
They waited here for about an hour, and a total of fourteen 5,000-ton barges slowly sailed out of the river mouth under the cover of fog.
The next step was to load and unload the cargo, but this process was only half completed when the Chuchen sent out a warning. Two South Carolina-class submarines suddenly emerged from the sea, and there were more than a hundred anti-smuggling boats of various sizes.
The boat pierced through the white mist like a sharp sword, and was surrounded from all directions.
The constant sound of the radio is also piercing the eardrums,
"Please pay attention! Please pay attention! We are the FBI! We are the FBI! Please turn off the engines of all ships and accept inspections, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences -"
Li Mochen immediately walked to the bridge command room. Angela, who didn't know when to board the ship, followed him and stood in front of the porthole. She looked outside with excited eyes.
"Wow, they actually used military submarines."
Everyone in the command room looked worried for some unknown reason.
Li Mochen also secretly marveled, thinking what a big scene today was. The energy of the people behind the scenes was amazing. They were able to dispatch troops directly from the navy. This was indeed able to hide from the tentacles of the Targaryen family.
While he was thinking, he glanced sideways at Captain List. The latter understood, and after asking someone to adjust the frequency, he picked up the walkie-talkie: "This is the 'Troia'! This is the 'Troia'! Boss
According to the order, all ships should turn off their engines, all ships should turn off their engines, and no resistance should be made."
Soon, an imposing middle-aged man wearing a body armor and navy camouflage uniform boarded the Troy with a large number of men in military uniforms. Then in the command room, he looked at Li Mochen with a half-smiling smile.
Stretched out his hand.
"Hello, let me introduce myself. I am Rambo Andor, the current director of the FBI's anti-smuggling and anti-smuggling team."
"Li Mochen."
Li Mochen raised his eyebrows and shook hands with this man.
The next moment, the wrist of his right hand was handcuffed. The FBI agent supervisor opposite him smiled slightly proudly: "You are under arrest! Mr. Wildenstein. We suspect that you are responsible for this."
The mastermind of the arms smuggling case, and the evidence is conclusive, it is now official——"
But when he was halfway through his words, the figure of Mike Ross appeared from the side,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Andorra! I think I must explain that you do not have the authority to arrest my client."
Rambo Andor couldn't help but glance sideways at this person, and he immediately identified the person's identity: "Lawyer?"
"Yes, Mike Ross, Mr. Wildenstein's personal attorney."
Mike Ross took out his business card and said sternly: "Mr. Andorra, first of all, you have no evidence to prove that this fleet is suspected of smuggling. Secondly, even if you find the suspected smuggled items, I
The party concerned has nothing to do with this. He just went to the mainland of Antolia for a vacation with his girlfriend and temporarily rented a cabin on this ship. We can submit complete certificates and he is just a guest of this ship."
Rambo Andal immediately sneered: "In other words, this ship is not his, right?"
Mike replied expressionlessly: "As far as I know, its ownership is Trojan Shipping Company. Mr. Andor, if you think this is related to my client, please provide evidence to prove this."
The special agent supervisor couldn't help but grit his teeth. He really had no way to prove it now. This so-called 'Troia Shipping' is an offshore company, and the equity behind it is complicated. If they want to find out thoroughly, they must apply for an investigation from the court.
Permissions.
"Then can I invite Mr. Wildenstein to go back and assist in the investigation?"
"Of course! This is your right, just-"
Mike nodded, and then squinted at Li Mochen's wrist. Rambo Andor couldn't help but hum, and unlocked the handcuffs.
"Well, the arrest can be postponed. But you are finished, Mr. Wildenstein. From now on you have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."
Li Mochen smiled as if he didn't care and moved his hands. Next to him, Liszt, the captain of the Troia, had a livid face: "Director Andorra, I don't know where you are from.
The intelligence we got suggests that we are smuggling arms, but this is undoubtedly false.
, Wrong, this is just a trade fleet heading to the continent of Antolia. And your current behavior has seriously affected the schedule of our fleet and caused huge commercial losses to us. I personally suggest that you give up now.
Check and leave as soon as possible, otherwise you may not be able to shoulder the responsibility."
Rambo Andor was too lazy to answer. He walked directly to the left port window of the command room with his hands behind his hands and looked at the numerous cargo ships outside the window with interest.
Captain List shrugged: "If you insist, I will not stop you. However, we will protest to your superiors afterwards and issue a claim list for today's losses. In addition, you FBI abuse
The use of public power to arbitrarily suppress and interfere with the normal business operations of our company will also be reported in the newspapers in the next few days."
These words were in vain, Rambo Andor still looked into the distance nonchalantly.
However, as time passed, the secret agent supervisor's brow began to form an obscure word "Sichuan". He raised the walkie-talkie in his hand to his mouth.
"What's going on? Carl, is there no result yet?"
"Something's not right here,"
The voice coming from the intercom was a bit panicked: "We have opened more than 20 boxes, and they are all empty. You have to wait a little longer. We may need more time."
Rambo Andor's pupils suddenly dilated, and he turned his head to look in Li Mochen's direction.
The latter was using a satellite phone to communicate with Senator Claire.
"Yes, I am very dissatisfied. This goes against the deal between us and the common standards of America. Some of you are declaring war on me. The key is that they have not found any evidence. After this incident, they must give
Let me give you an explanation. I will call Mr. Zoe Dollington later. If this is a war, I will not be afraid. I know that the election needs to maintain stability, but I have no choice-"