The bustling and crowded yet orderly port.
The machines and workers perform their respective duties, acting as a pulley in the globalization conveyor belt without missing a beat.
Forklifts, cranes, derricks all co into play, moving and transferring containers one by one.
"Go!"
The safety officer vigorously waved his arms as the well-prepared cargo was loaded box by box onto the newly docked ocean freighter.
This freighter is not considered large among ocean freighters, with a maximum load of fifty thousand tons, but the company it belongs to is exceptional: Lusse Marine, one of the few companies exempt from inspections, known within the industry for its military background.
Even if it remains discreet and unassuming, people outside the industry have rarely heard of it.
Actually, all industries are similar.
Many truly big crocs hide underwater, deliberately remaining unknown.
In Shenzhou’s words,
it’s "getting rich quietly."
The workers hired by Song Chaban are naturally not unfamiliar with Lusse Marine; they have a shipping run almost every month, very stable, and because it’s an inspection-free company, they’ve never had any mishaps. Moreover, it seems they primarily handle exports, rarely bringing goods back, and when they do, it’s minimal. This ti, the ship arrived empty.
Regarding this,
the port is long accustod.
Perhaps that’s the reason for the "exemption from inspection."
Export.
That is, making money from foreigners.
While importing is paying others.
Lusse Marine’s main business is also quite simple, food, primarily durians and rice. Sure enough, before work began, the workers received a box of durians and rice, so they worked more energetically.
"We should finish loading by dawn tomorrow."
By the port, two Western n, faces covered, wearing sun hats and sunglasses, watched the bustling transport team.
The port is like a huge machine, with no talk of rest, operating twenty-four hours a day.
"Finally, a few days off."
The port doesn’t need a break.
But people do.
"Once the ship departs at dawn tomorrow, everyone takes a five-day break."
"Why wait until tomorrow? The cargo is already loaded."
"The task is complete only when the ship departs, that’s the rule."
The man wearing a diving watch stated ticulously, his companion had nothing to argue.
"Alright, I’ll take the night shift."
"Don’t you hate the sll of durian?" the man with the diving watch turned his head.
"Maybe I’ve gotten used to it, damn it, I even tasted a piece earlier."
"Haha, not bad, right?"
"It’s different from excrent."
The task was complete, or nearly so, and the two were relatively relaxed until suddenly the ringing of a phone interrupted their humor.
Under the scorching sun, the man with the diving watch heard his cellphone ring, instinctively furrowing his brow slightly, then reaching into his pocket for his phone.
He didn’t speak, just listened to the caller, as his face and eyes were covered, making it with impossible to discern any change in his expression.
After two or three minutes, he slowly put down the phone.
The tall companion sensed sothing, "What’s up?"
He didn’t answer, montarily silent, watching the busily working dock, "Has the cargo been loaded onto the ship?"
"The first batch is up, what’s wrong?"
"Shenzhou has made a move."
"The Shenzhou embassy?"
The man with the diving watch nodded.
His companion looked towards the ocean freighter being loaded offshore.
High caliber is high caliber, distinctly different from petty thieves, without asking any redundant questions, imdiately decisive.
"Have them set sail now."
This is indeed an effective thod.
Even if the Shenzhou Embassy moves quickly, it can’t instantly transport here.
"It’s not worth it."
The man with the diving watch slowly shook his head, "Unless we stop doing all future business."
The companion was silent, then asked, "What should we do?"
"Release them."
The man with the diving watch decisively.
The other man furrowed his brow but surprisingly did not oppose.
The more sophisticated the cri, the more brains it requires, rather than relying solely on violence.
In their line of work, dealing with various national agencies is common, even more so.
It’s indeed fully possible to have the ship depart before the Shenzhou Embassy arrives, leaving "no evidence to confront."
But when looking at problems, one cannot just look at appearances.
This is not their first operation, nor the first targeting Shenzhou.
Why was there nothing amiss before?
"The ship not departing is a good thing, sparing us trouble."
In major ventures, knowing how to choose is a fundantal quality.
The Shenzhou Embassy’s uncharacteristic action only points to one thing.
The goods they caught this ti must be more "extraordinary" than they imagined.
This type of cargo, even if transported, could beco a hot potato.
So indeed, it’s that saying.
It’s just so cargo, after all.
The Jianghu isn’t about fighting and killing; the Jianghu is about human relationships.
"I’ll handle it."
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The embassy convoy left Ba Ba.
Several police cars led and escorted.
As an important trade partner, the Xiang Country governnt undoubtedly values friendly relations with Shenzhou.
In the Shenzhou embassy official bus.
Looking at the bulletproof vest handed over, Luo Peng looked up, "Is this necessary?"
"Just in case."
Under Zhong Xiaoai’s gaze, Luo Peng did not resist, fulfilling his promise to comply with the organization’s arrangents, with the help of accompanying staff, he put on the bulletproof vest.
"Director Luo, during the upcoming operation, you need to stay with at all tis to ensure your safety to the fullest extent."
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