Bailey didn't return until noon. He called Luke and Selina and went to the conference room.
After the door was closed, there were seventeen of Bailey's subordinates in the room. Including Bailey and Luke, there were exactly twenty of them.
Bailey then began to assign tasks.
According to his spies, Sergei might be picking up a shipment of drugs, firearms, and even people. In any case, he was going to smuggle drugs.
Sergei's gang wasn't big, so it wasn't strange that he was going to do it in person.
So, Bailey didn't think much of Sergei; he was too insignificant.
A real gang leader wouldn't do business in person at all, since his lackeys would be the scapegoats even if the police caught him.
Bailey arranged the tasks very quickly.
Luke, however, was slightly surprised. He asked Elsa in a low voice, "Work during the day? Isn't Sergei too brazen? "
Elsa replied in a low voice, "They're using a lot of trucks to cover up what they're smuggling. It'll be fine if the police can catch them, but if they can't, it'll be a huge problem if they block the port and search the trucks. Some of the more expensive goods might have problems with just one inspection, and the price would be astonishing. That's why NYPD hasn't done anything yet. "
Luke nodded, deep in thought. "So, the key is that we can't catch the wrong truck, right?"
Stumped for a moment, Elsa suddenly thought of something. "Can your intuition find their goods?"
Luke chuckled. "I don't know. Sometimes it works. We'll see when the time comes."
Elsa didn't ask further, but there was a hint of anticipation on her face. She was more confident in Luke than she was in herself right now.
"If you have any questions, you can ask them now," said Bailey, but his eyes lingered on Luke and Selina.
But neither of them said anything, as if they were saying, "I'll just watch without saying anything."
Bailey didn't mind too much. It was best if the two of them were tactful. It would be best if they didn't say a word from the beginning to the end and obediently watched NYPD's performance.
After they got into a SUV that had been modified into a command vehicle, Elsa looked at what Luke was holding strangely.
A … baseball?
Looking at her face, Luke said casually, "Oh, I'm using it to train my fingers. I'm told that it's good for shooting."
Elsa asked, "Really?" She did intend to practice.
The twenty or so criminals who had died to Luke's gun were proof of how good Luke's marksmanship was.
Luke said, "Hehe, advanced techniques are useless to you right now."
Elsa nodded regretfully. "Then forget it."
Soon, the car arrived at a port area.
New York was originally a city that grew on the harbor. People from England came across the Atlantic and took it from the Dutch.
This place changed from New Amsterdam to New York.
In reality, New York was just a small town in England. It wasn't as famous as New York.
There were a lot of ports here, and countless goods and materials from all over the world came and went.
This was also the reason why Sergei's smuggling was so difficult to catch.
Luke and Selina were excluded from the operation, but they could see everything clearly from the command vehicle.
The communication between Bailey's subordinates and the hidden cameras on them could be seen in the command vehicle.
Bailey was also in the command vehicle, commanding the actions of his team at any time.
It wasn't long before Sergei showed up.
This Sergei had a grim expression on his face and a cold gleam in his eyes. There was no telling if it was because of the death of his fat son.
Very soon, they entered a dock.
The officers who were watching the dock immediately stared at them even more closely.
Watching from the side, Luke felt that something wasn't right, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Thinking for a moment, he said, "I'll take a breath of fresh air outside."
Bailey frowned. "You'd better not go out. What if you're discovered?"
Luke was lost for words. "… Do I look like a police officer?"
Bailey was lost for words.
Sergei's men wouldn't suspect Luke even if they suspected his team, because Luke was too young.
NYPD didn't have any officers so young. Even if they did have officers in their twenties, they would be the lowest-ranking officers who had to be on duty in uniform.
But he still said, "You'll take responsibility if anything happens."
Luke chuckled and got out of the car.
How could he take responsibility?
He hadn't participated in any of the operations except in the command vehicle. The command vehicle was at least two hundred meters away from Sergei, and there were a few containers between them.
Bailey's words were only meant to scare kids.
Luke got out of the car and moved away from the command vehicle. With a black backpack on his back, he looked like a regular high school student.
He took a deep breath in the direction of the wind.
Bailey looked at him for a moment, but didn't think much of it. He didn't think the young man was reliable.
The command vehicle wasn't a public toilet. Did he really have to take such deep breaths?
Luke, however, used Sharp Nose again to analyze the scents in the air.
Based on the files on Sergei's gang, Luke needed to look for weapons, drugs, and women.
Also, those things would definitely smell strong. If Sergei was going to smuggle them, he would have to have a lot of them, or they wouldn't be worth it.
But Luke soon frowned.
He couldn't find any targets that fit the criteria.
There was the smell of gun oil, gunpowder, illegal drugs, and women, but they were all scattered. It was obvious that these were the actions of individuals, not a large number of goods gathered together.
Puzzled, he returned to the command vehicle.
This time, Bailey didn't even look at him. He simply said casually, "Don't go in and out casually again. It's easy to raise suspicion."
Luke didn't say anything.
He felt that, barring any accidents, he probably wouldn't have to go out again.
Looking at the surveillance footage, he soon found Sergei and his gang.
But they seemed to be waiting for something. A moment later, a motorboat showed up.
Everybody looked at each other in bewilderment.
Such a motorboat couldn't hold too many things, be they women or weapons, unless they were carrying drugs.
There were women on the motorboat, and more than one of them. Four of them got off the motorboat and were talking to Sergei.
A polite smile appeared on Sergei's face as he chatted with the four women. Then … they said goodbye to each other and left separately.
Bailey felt like going crazy.
Even if these four women were smuggled, just the number of them was useless. They couldn't kill Sergei at all.
Four hundred women would be more than enough.
Could it be that these four women were important figures? Bailey's heart was filled with anticipation as he asked his team members to investigate these women's information.
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