Arizona and northwestern Mexico had a lot of land in direct contact. In this area, illegal activities such as smuggling and smuggling were rampant.
This was especially true for smuggling. Because of its unique geographical location, this state was an important area in Mexico to deal with maritime smuggling.
Although Arizona was not close to the sea, it was next to the northwestern corner of Mexico and the Gulf of California. Many maritime smuggled goods entered the Gulf of California and arrived in Mexico before being transported through Arizona to the United States.
This time, the motorcycle that Hans had heard about was a batch of smuggled goods stored in the Vagabond Storage Company.
According to American law, once such smuggled cars, motorcycles, and bicycles were investigated, they would immediately be confiscated and the relevant persons responsible would be prosecuted.
However, in order to seize a smuggled car, one would have to rely on a license plate. Although American motorcycles required a license plate, most people chose not to have a license plate like the people in China.
In particular, Hans had used the word "motorcycle" instead of "motorcycle." Although the two were essentially the same, Li Du understood what he meant.
This time, the car in the storage unit was not an ordinary motorcycle, but a big motorcycle, a heavy motorcycle!
Many of the heavy motorcycles were smuggled goods. Most of the people who bought them were road racing enthusiasts. Many of them were anarchists or even anti-government. Even if they drove a car, they would not have a license plate, let alone a motorcycle.
Therefore, there was no need to worry about handling the heavy motorcycles obtained from storage auctions. The road racers did not care where the bike came from, they only cared about its speed!
They had been to the Vagabond Storage Company before. This time, Li Du did not have to stick to the door of the storage unit. He waved his hand from afar and the little bug flew over.
Hans had heard that there were five storage units up for auction: No. 41, No. 42, No. 74, No. 112, and No. 130. They were all large, spacious, and filled with piles of garbage.
Li Du leisurely controlled the little bug to shuttle between the storage units. After a round, he did not find the motorcycle that Hans had mentioned.
In fact, he did not even see a small motorcycle, let alone a heavy motorcycle!
However, there were five large storage units. Li Du patiently sent the little bug back to search from the beginning. The heavy motorcycles were large objects. Even if they were dismantled, it should be easy to find them.
In the end, the little bug searched again very carefully. It took almost an hour, but there was still nothing.
This way, Li Du knew that the information that Hans had received was definitely wrong.
However, this was very common in storage auctions. A lot of the news was just rumors. Some news was made up out of nothing, and some news was spread by treasure hunters to mislead their peers.
Li Du shook his head tiredly. "I didn't find anything. Looks like my family's secret technique won't work this time."
Hans said, "Maybe you should take a closer look?"
Li Du shook his head again and said, "Not today, let's talk about it tomorrow."
At the end of June, the weather turned gloomy. Early the next morning, thick clouds covered the sky. Li Du was not in a good mood when he went out.
The policewoman went out with him and said, "Look cheerful. Come on, give me a smile."
Li Du really wanted to give her the middle finger, but he did not dare to do so. The policewoman lifted her skirt slightly, but it was not to show him her long, slender legs, but to show him the gun strapped to her thigh.
However, he still turned his head and gave her a sharp look to show his ferocity.
The policewoman turned around and took out a pitch-black Japanese katana. She was about to draw it at him.
Mr. Li broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Sh * t, what are you doing? Why are you so hot-tempered? "
Rose looked at him innocently and said, "What? Why am I hot-tempered? "
"Why did you take this out?"
"For you." Rose passed it to him.
Li Du smiled bitterly. "Why would I want this? My job is to bid for storage units, not to fight for territory. "
Rose pulled out her katana and let out her trademark laugh. "Hahaha, what are you talking about? This is an umbrella. What does an umbrella have to do with fighting for territory? "
Seeing her open the umbrella, Li Du knew that he had been fooled.
But seeing that she remembered to bring him an umbrella, Mr. Li decided to forgive her.
Rose got into the car with light steps. Before the car drove away, she rolled down the window and made a face. Then the Chevrolet sped away.
Looking at the back of the car, Li Du suddenly felt that this girl was like a child.
Godzilla drove the truck to pick him up. The three of them went to have breakfast and then went to the Homeless Storage Company in high spirits.
There were a lot of people attending the auction that day. There were more than a hundred of them. Obviously, Hans was not the only one who got the news about the heavy-duty motorcycle.
Li Du looked at the treasure hunters. Just as the auction was about to start, he suddenly saw the Ricks walk in with a group of people.
At the same time, the other party also noticed him. Rick was expressionless, but Lil 'Rick made a throat-cutting gesture at him.
At nine o 'clock, the auctioneer walked out. He waved his hand to gather the crowd and shouted, "Today's weather doesn't look good, so let's hurry up. Obviously, no one wants to be a drowned rat, right?"
"Let's start, buddy," someone said loudly.
The auctioneer nodded and said, "Okay, the first storage unit will be opened now. Everyone, line up. Let's not talk about the old rules. Whoever breaks the rules can get lost!"
The crowd started to line up to view the storage unit. At this time, a white police car suddenly drove in.
The words "ICE" were sprayed on the door of the police car. The car stopped, and two burly Caucasian policemen got out.
Seeing this, the treasure hunters started to discuss curiously:
"Immigration's car?"
"What are these sons of b * tches doing here?"
"F * ck, obviously someone's in trouble."
The two policemen walked over. One of them was wearing sunglasses and said, "We received a report that there are illegal immigrants here. Please cooperate with our investigation."
Arizona had the most aggressive anti-immigration bill in the United States. Not long ago, the state legislature had passed SB1070.
According to the bill, as long as an illegal immigrant was caught, he would be immediately arrested and deported back to his country. He would not be allowed to enter the United States for life.
Because the bill was too harsh, the Supreme Court of the United States struck down many of the provisions in the bill, saying that the implementation of the bill was a challenge to judicial authority.
However, some of the provisions in the bill were still very harsh. For example, according to the provisions, ICE law enforcement officers could intercept and interrogate people if they suspected that they were illegal immigrants.
This was a very groundless crime. How could the law enforcement officers suspect that someone had entered the country illegally? Different people had different standards, which meant that they could abuse their power to investigate someone at will.
The treasure hunters looked on coldly. The two law enforcement officers scanned the crowd for a while, and then their eyes focused on Li Du.
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