Thinking about William's reminder, Yuri couldn't help but ask his wife, Ai Wa, "My dear, this meeting will take two days. I'll probably be back on Saturday, so how about we go on a trip to Switzerland as a family?"
"Sure." Ai Wa smiled and kissed Yuri's cheek, "It's time, my dear. Nick and I have to leave, so we won't be sending you to the airport. Come back early, bye bye."
Seeing that his wife had been thinking about leaving the house, Yuri couldn't help but become suspicious. He probed again, "My dear, you believe me, right?"
This time, Ai Wa's smile was even sweeter, but who was Yuri? He was someone who interacted with his own national police and Interpol every two or three days.
Acting, Yuri immediately saw that Ai Wa was acting in Ai Wa's eyes, which made him feel very sad. He was sure that his wife, Ai Wa, had a change of heart, and the way she looked at him was the same as the way the hundreds and thousands of customs officers and police officers looked at him.
His eyes were filled with scrutiny, suspicion, and even hostility.
Ten minutes later, Yuri, who was carrying a briefcase downstairs, got into his car and looked back. Using the black film on the car, Yuri didn't care about the Cadillac that had been following behind him.
Recognizing that the car was his wife's car, Yuri thought for a moment and made a call. Then, he pressed the call button and said to his driver, "Peter, let's go for a few rounds first. We'll go to the Brooklyn Bridge in an hour."
An hour later, Yuri received the call and smiled. He brought Ai Wa, who had been following behind him, to the Brooklyn Bridge.
Under the bridge, Yuri ignored Ai Wa, who had parked the car only a few dozen meters away from him. He got out of the car and walked towards his secret container storage box under the bridge.
He opened the container, put his passport and some information into his briefcase, got on the car and drove towards the bridge. After getting on the bridge, Yuri used his binoculars to watch Ai Wa bring his son, Nick, to open the password lock and enter the container.
Yuri still had a little bit of hope in his heart. He hoped that his wife would not tell the police about his secret in the container for the sake of their past relationship.
But things didn't go in the direction Yuri hoped. Less than twenty minutes after Ai Wa left, a few police cars came from under the Brooklyn Bridge, and then the reporters who smelled the stench rushed over one after another.
More than a dozen reporters excitedly took pictures of the dozens of long and short guns that were found in the container by the police car. When they learned from the police car that these weapons belonged to Yuriolov, a well-known businessman in New York, the reporters were overjoyed. This was big news, and it would be reported in tomorrow's newspaper.
But before they could rejoice for long, two cars drove up from under the bridge. Seven or eight men in suits got out of the cars. The leader walked to the police car and took out a long document. "I'm sorry, officer. I'm Lawyer Terry from X Law Firm. This is the special collection certificate issued by the New York Firearms Association.
My employer, Mr. Yuriolov, is qualified to collect firearms. Even if Mr. Yuriolov does not have a license for all the weapons in here,
However, according to the rules of the Special Collection, as long as Mr. Olof didn't take the guns out of the room, it's not illegal. On the contrary, your actions are illegal, so I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation, Mr. Officer. "
The leader was shocked. He quickly took the document from Lawyer Terry and reported it into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.
When Lawyer Terry heard that the police officer was not reporting to the NYPD but to the International Weapons Proliferation Unit, he smiled. He knew that things were not that simple.
After waiting for a few minutes and receiving a reply, the police officer cursed in his heart. This document was issued ten minutes before they received the report.
In other words, this document was issued less than an hour ago. However, according to the law, the police officers were indeed suspected of trespassing on private property. This made the police officer, who was assigned with a special mission, feel helpless. He sighed in his heart and let Yuriolov escape again.
He turned to his team and said, "Let's go." Ignoring Terry and the other lawyers, he drove the police car away.
Terry didn't stop them from leaving. He knew that even if he stopped them, they wouldn't get any results. At most, they would have to pay compensation and apologize.
The reporters at the scene had no choice but to hand over the film in their cameras after Lawyer Terry's assistants warned them and threatened to sue them. Since the procedure was legal, they couldn't report on the illegal possession of guns.
However, although they couldn't report on Yuriolov's illegal possession of guns, looking at the document that was issued less than an hour ago, the reporters quickly thought of other things they could report.
They weren't angry at all. Instead, they rushed back to the newspaper office happily to write a series of articles on how Yuriolov, a tycoon, escaped punishment and the inefficiency of the NYPD police. They even thought that this kind of report would be more popular.
Standing on the bridge, Yuriolov threw the binoculars to the ground. He wanted to kill Jack Valentine. If it weren't for that guy, Yuriolov's family would still be happy. He turned around and sat in the back seat, staring blankly at the roof of the car.
Yuriolov didn't care about how the reporters would report on him. Many people knew that he was an arms dealer, as long as he didn't break the law.
Yuriolov was now very glad that William had warned him. If the documents were found by the police, Yuriolov believed that he wouldn't be able to get away so easily. If he really got sentenced, it would be a light sentence of a few decades.
Thinking of this, Yuriolov took out his confidential phone and called William. As soon as the call was connected, Yuriolov said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Devonshire."
William, who was lying on the seats of the suicide squad's plane and resting with his eyes closed, said with a smile, "Haha, what happened?"
"Yes, if it weren't for your reminder, I might have really fallen for the person closest to me this time. Sigh, once a woman has a change of heart, she can't wait to kill you. She doesn't care about the relationship at all.
Mr. Devonshire, let me give you a suggestion. If you want to get married in the future, you must get along with her for a few years first. Don't be like me and find a wife who loves the world more than her husband, or never let her know what you have done. "
"Haha, don't worry, I don't plan to get married. Marriage is more than ten or twenty years later, but I still thank you for your reminder." William squinted his eyes and thought with a smile. He wouldn't get married. It was very troublesome for a rich man like him to get married. It was not like he couldn't find a girlfriend.
"Haha, let's not talk about this. I've already arranged the goods. Except for the helicopter, it will be a little troublesome. The rest will be shipped to Seville in about twelve hours." When talking about business, Yuriolov's mood became better again. He was excited at the thought of earning 14 million dollars this time.
"100 mercenaries will also be on standby in Sierra Leone. They are the special forces of the Polar Bears. Many of them have participated in the battle in the north of the Polar Bears. I guarantee that they are the best. As long as you pay, they will do anything for you."
"Haha, it's not that troublesome. I just need them to help me deal with one person."
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