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Chapter 364: 362: Picking Up the Goods
Chapter 364: 362: Picking Up the Goods
Chapter 364: Chapter 362: Picking Up the Goods
“On fire?”
On deck, a man dressed in a black combat suit put down his binoculars, touching his chin and deeply furrowing his brow.
The blaze from the shipyard in the dark night was visible even from half a nautical mile away, and it was still raining, although much less heavily, which was enough to prove the fierceness of the fire across. Through the binoculars, one could even make out the figures fleeing in the light of the flames.
Today was the day agreed upon by both parties for the final transaction, but it seemed there might have been a little accident?
“A bunch of incompetents, how could they be reliable.”
The man’s subordinate snorted coldly beside him, clearly looking down on these bumpkins, but the man raised his arm, quietly hushing, stopping the other’s next words while spreading his open palm, and a satellite phone was immediately passed to him.
The man took the phone, adeptly dialed a number, and after barely half a minute, the slightly flustered figure on the other end picked up.
“Mr. Angelo, are you calling to check on the goods? Don’t worry, everything is fine, no problems at all, I am personally supervising the security…”
“Please stop there.” The man cut off the other’s words, his friendly tone nevertheless containing an undeniable insistence, causing the person on the other end of the line to wisely shut his mouth.
“I am not here to inquire about the situation. In fact, Mr. Maasai, our ship is about to enter the port, we are here to pick up the goods. Mr. Maasai, please have your men start the inventory.”
“Pick up, pick up the goods?” The Boss of the Bandit Gangs absolutely didn’t expect the other party to pick up the goods at this time; they had clearly agreed on eight o’clock in the morning. The previous transactions had all been punctual, why this time…
“Mr. Maasai! The transaction is ahead of schedule, do you understand?”
“Uh, okay, okay, I understand, Mr. Angelo. I’ll give the orders right now, your goods will be ready for direct loading before you enter the port.”
“Good, then I’ll see you in a bit.”
“See you in a bit.”
After hanging up the phone, Sisko took out his service gun, disassembled it, checked it, and finally pulled bullets out of his pocket, one by one loading them into the magazine, the release lever snapping the magazine into place with a crisp sound.
His subordinates behind him did the same, as all the men in combat suits methodically chambered their rounds.
Under the pitch-black night sky, the entire ship was devoid of any careless noises.
This wasn’t their first transaction; since the previous two times, the quality and quantity of the goods had markedly deteriorated, unerringly signaling that Yimen’s potential had reached its limit. This was going to be their last transaction.
Meanwhile, the Boss of the Bandit Gangs, after hanging up the phone, felt a vague unease about the premature transaction, but as he looked at the significantly smaller fire outside the window, his heart gradually settled down.
Maybe it was the explosion that had unsettled him. After all, they had dealt many times before with no issues, and he had received all the money in full. Perhaps the last transaction would be the same, and maybe it was the other side who had some problems and wanted to move ahead of schedule?
Maasai was well aware that the living population in this city was dwindling, and this delivery, he could barely scramble together fifty people at Stone Peak. After this score, there probably wouldn’t be much left to gain, so this was his last haul.
After this one last haul, Maasai was thinking of calling it quits, then he could take the money and head to Hawaii, where nobody would have a say over him.
Crushing out his cigarette butt, Maasai grabbed the coat from the back of the chair and walked outside, signaling to a few of the lackeys nearby, “Let’s go, call back the firefighters, there’s no need to control it anymore, after we load this batch of goods, we’re leaving immediately.”
Loading the goods?
Wasn’t it supposed to be tomorrow morning?
The underlings harbored doubts, but seeing the boss’s mood, they knew he was upset and wisely refrained from asking more.
Approaching the warehouse entrance, Maasai looked at the mere four or five people guarding it and his face darkened, “Didn’t I arrange for more than a dozen? Why are there only so few now? Huh?”
The guard at the warehouse entrance felt his heart skip a beat as he trotted over obsequiously, “No, Boss, there were more than a dozen originally, but didn’t an explosion just happen? The brothers were startled as well, and since it’s only a hundred or two meters away, just a few steps and we’d be there. Everyone was afraid the fire would spread here, so we dispatched some to put out the fire. Don’t worry, Boss. Before leaving, the brothers checked; everyone was present, not a single one less. And except for these two hours, we’ve always had at least ten brothers here, there won’t be any problems.”
Maasai was somewhat skeptical, “Is that really so?”
Faced with Maasai’s doubt, the guard immediately swore, “Absolutely true, I wouldn’t dare lie to you. If anything goes wrong, just shoot me dead, and I won’t say a word!”
“Hmph, it better be like that. Hurry up and open the door, we need to load the goods!”
The guard chuckled awkwardly, immediately took out the keys, and tried to unlock the warehouse door. The padlock sprang open with a crisp sound, but when the guard tried to push the door, he was stunned.
A resistance he had never felt before emanated from the door, causing his heart to throb violently twice. He immediately exerted more force, but after several tries, he still couldn’t open it!
Maasai grew impatient, “What are you doing? Dilly-dallying?”
“Well, maybe the warehouse is in disrepair. Look, these hinges are all rusted and stuck.”
Sweat appeared on the guard’s forehead, but it was unclear if it was rain or perspiration. His voice seemed to tremble as he spoke, then he pushed even harder.
Seeing that something was not right, the other few guards also stepped forward to help, but even with three people pushing, the door remained unresponsive and only moved a little bit.
The guard’s heart raced wildly, his throat felt as if it was on fire, and he wanted to say something but couldn’t speak. The next second, he was suddenly kicked aside.
“Move!”
Maasai kicked the guard to the ground, his face filled with rage as he commanded the minions behind him, “What are you all standing around for, help me open this door!”
A dozen people immediately swarmed up, all squeezing in front of the door, pushing hard.
The grating sound of sliding erupted, the door trembled violently, then became much easier to move.
Beams of flashlight desperately shot through the gap into the warehouse. The cold iron cages reflected a chilling light, and pieces of broken wire mesh lay scattered on the floor.
The cages were empty!
Maasai’s slightly obese body squeezed through the gap like rubber, his stretched clothes torn by wooden splinters, even drawing blood, but he was completely indifferent. The veins on his forehead throbbed violently in anger as Maasai pushed open one cage after another.
Empty, empty, all of them empty!
Maasai exuded a terrifying aura, grabbing an iron rod and fiercely smashing it onto the head of a nearby guard. His eyes were red like an infuriated bull.
The guard hit with such anger didn’t even let out a scream before collapsing limply to the ground.
“Search! Everyone, find them all!”
“If you can’t find them, you’ll be the ones to answer for it!”
A lightning bolt forked through the clouds, flashing and booming overhead.
The fire at the shipyard gradually extinguished under the cover of the rain.
The rain grew heavier.