As expected, Li Mochen made another call to Zoe Dollington, head of the FBI's Atlanta Field Division, and his tone was rude.
"Director Dollington, I can't ignore such a provocation. You even used warships. Do you want to put me to death? This subordinate of yours even gave me the crime without any evidence.
Handcuffed."
"Is this coming at me? You have caused me to implicate my friend's ship group. They have been delayed at sea for more than an hour now. What I must solemnly declare is that all the weapons on our ship are registered.
With legal certificates.”
"No, I will not transfer the call to him, I will watch what you do. My Rising Sun Media will continue to pay attention to this matter."
When Li Mochen ended the communication, he looked at the special agent supervisor next to the porthole with a joking look: "So you still have to persist, right? You have to persist until we find out our smuggling evidence?"
Rambo Andor did not answer, but his face was as gloomy as water. He had realized that he might have stepped into a trap set by the other party.
But Rambo really didn't want to give up. At the Hebend Pier, he watched the boxes being loaded onto the ship with his own eyes.
During this period of time, more than one insider reported the situation to them, and they even had a quasi-legendary shadow person personally sneak into the dock warehouse and confirm the status of the goods.
Especially today, the entire process of loading and unloading that batch of munitions on the barges was under their watch. How come they were all empty boxes in the end?
His face was cold, and he still stood in front of the porthole, waiting quietly.
However, as time passed little by little, Rambo's mood gradually became cold and silent.
About an hour and twelve minutes later, his assistant communicated with him again with the help of a walkie-talkie, and his voice was full of frustration: "We have been fooled by the commander. We don't have any ammunition. We have searched nearly half of the area."
There are some daily necessities in the container, and they have all been declared through customs. We couldn’t find any evidence. I don’t think there will be anything to gain if we continue to open the box.”
Rambo Andor glanced sideways at Li Mochen, and then replied coldly: "If you can't find it, then close the team."
"But sir, we have some other troubles."
The voice on the intercom seemed ashamed: "Our people clashed with some crew members, and their actions may have been a little rough. Especially on the Rolla, due to the crew's lack of cooperation, they opened fire and injured someone. The wound was on the thigh.
, not fatal. I don’t know, the situation is a bit strange, maybe it is because everyone thinks that this time the thing is sure, everyone is a little excited. Then, they have a few reporters on the boat, and I don’t know how much they filmed.
"
Rambo's hand held the walkie-talkie, and veins suddenly popped out: "Are there any more?"
"Also, when docking, several of our anti-smuggling ships had some collisions with cargo ships. What should I say? At least on the surface, it seems serious."
Rambo Andor couldn't help but let out a long breath: "Everyone gathers the team. We will discuss the details after we return."
And just as the agent supervisor walked out of the bridge command room, Li Mochen sneered and said: "Mr. Andor, you don't think this matter will end like this, do you?"
"Of course not!"
Rambo Andor turned back, his eyes dark: "No matter what methods you have, Mr. Wildenstein, I will wait for you."
After this person left, most of the people on the bridge were smiling happily even though they didn't know why.
After all, if they are really caught by the government this time, everyone here will inevitably have to take a trip to the Savannah Coast Bureau of the FBI.
Angela patted her small chest: "You know, when we were at the dock just now, my illusion was almost exposed. This guy has at least five magic hunters above level 15. Fortunately, they are afraid of alerting the enemy.
, don’t dare to get close.”
Li Mochen noticed that Angela looked frightened on the surface, but in fact she was secretly proud, and just put the words "please praise me" on her forehead. He couldn't help but laugh, and pinched Angela's straight little breasts.
Nose.
"So after much thought, only An Qi can hide your illusion from them. My judgment is correct, right?"
The vast majority of illusionists in this world only create illusions in people. But his Angel is a physical object, even with real touch and weight. This is much better than the former.
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At this time, Zoe Dollington, head of the FBI's Atlanta Field Division, was sweating profusely.
"Hey! Zoe, you are not being kind. Everyone is doing business in Antolia. Don't Howard, Van Peter, and Rufford all have commercial routes to there? You FBI must keep an eye on it.
Is our ship right? Or, Zoe, you and the person behind you are deliberately targeting our Linden family?"
"Stop joking with me, okay? Zoe, without your acquiescence, he wouldn't have dared to be so unscrupulous. You actually used the military's South Carolina-class submarine. It's incredible."
"If it's not you, then take care of your people, the Andorran supervisor of the Savannah Coast Branch. You can't let him bite people outside like a mad dog."
"All in all, I don't want this to happen again. Otherwise, our 'Linden Newspaper Group' will consider ending some of the current cooperation with you, and I mean all aspects."
Less than half a minute after the exchange with the Georgia Senate Vice President, who was born in the Linden family, Zoe Dollington received another call, this time from an internal confidential line.
At this time, his female secretary also came to the door with a cold expression: "Sir, this is Lieutenant General Nathan Keim, Assistant Deputy Director."
Zoe Dollington couldn't help but sigh and reluctantly picked up the phone. He knew that this man was the son-in-law of the Targaryen family.
"Director Dollington, I want to know what's going on with the Alliance Wings ship group? My secretary told me that their ship was intercepted by our people at sea, right? Then please ask them to find the Alliance Wings ship group.
Is there any evidence of arms smuggling by the Wing Ship Group?"
"Yes, Mr. Lieutenant General."
Zoe Dollington's words were cautious: "This matter is led by Rambo Andor. According to the information we have so far, no smuggled arms have been found on their ship."
"So what are you going to do about it, Director Dowlington?"
Lieutenant General Nathan Keim expressed his dissatisfaction in his words: "You understand, right? Dollington, regarding the transaction on the continent of Antolia, both the military and the FBI have a common and tacit understanding of handling it.
Way."
"Yes, this is an illegal act and goes against the agreement reached by the United Nations, but it is in line with America's national interests. I will speak out bluntly even in the public inquiry sessions between the House of Representatives and the Senate."
"I don't care if you use public power to attack the enemy for personal grudges. But since no evidence was found on the ship, someone must take responsibility. One Rambo Andor is not enough. He is a C2-level trainee.
The supervisor cannot afford it. By the way, I have reported this matter to the Vice President and Director, and they have expressed concern about this incident."
When Lieutenant General Nathan Keim hung up the phone, Zoe Dollington couldn't help leaning her body back, rubbing her eyebrows with a severe headache.
About five seconds later, he straightened up again and glared at his secretary: "If that guy from Andorra comes ashore, let him come over to see me as soon as possible. Then help me notify the personnel department, and now we will go through a procedure.
Let’s suspend that bastard temporarily. It seems our anti-smuggling and anti-smuggling team needs a new director.”