Laura's Beautiful Journey

Chapter 127 Tracking

New York Harbor, the largest seaport in the United States and one of the largest seaports in the world, is located at the mouth of the Hudson River.

Three black cars slowly stopped at the entrance. A man got out of the first car and walked into the security booth with a smile.

The man first chatted and laughed with the two security guards inside, looking happy, but only when they finally saw him taking out a paper bag did the two security guards show genuine smiles.

After finishing the business, the man quickly returned to the car, and the door in front of them opened.

The car started and drove slowly into the port area. The driver didn't know what kind of considerations he had, so he asked:

"Brown, why do we have to give money to these guys every time? Even if we don't give it to them, they don't dare to mess with us, right? Wouldn't it be nice to keep the money and eat a few more meals?"

The man named Brown was the leader of the gang. After hearing what he said, he cast an annoyed sidelong glance at the fat man in the driver's seat.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat! If you don't give me the money, they will dare to sell this news everywhere! If something really happens, will you take the responsibility? Drive your car! If you keep pushing me, there will be no food tonight!"

The more he talked, the angrier he became. If this stupid guy hadn't been his cousin, he would have been forced under some bridge to become a jinchuriki.

The fat driver who was scolded didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he quickly cheered up and drove hard. The punishment of not being able to eat was really too scary.

Matt couldn't follow the vehicle in, but he had another option.

I saw him trotting and accelerating to climb to the top of a wire pile. He kicked off his right foot and crossed the high fence. However, when he landed, he stepped on a pile of seagull cakes on the ground and his feet slipped.

Although he stabilized his body in less than a second with his superb body balance, he still slightly bumped into the container next to him, making a muffled "bang" sound.

"Who? Who is where!"

A security guard who happened to be patrolling nearby ran over and shined his flashlight in the direction of the sound, but found nothing.

This man originally wanted to explore forward, but suddenly a gust of wind blew nearby, and his left foot that he was about to step out retracted again.

"Ah, maybe it's the wind."

Recently, when he got off work, he and his girlfriend watched a lot of horror movie tapes at home. Faced with this situation, he panicked for a moment. He cleared his throat and said this, then turned around and left quickly.

In the darkness, Matt sensed his departure and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Who would have thought that the chosen landing spot would have a large bird baba.

In order to reduce their body weight, birds have evolved to lose their bladders and large intestines, so they cannot store feces and urine, so birds are a species that defecates everywhere, and Matt can only consider himself unlucky for this.

Fortunately, he didn't waste much time, and the three cars were not traveling very fast, so Matt caught up with them in time.

The difference this time was that the human trade was not carried out directly in the port. The people in the car came down to inspect the "cargo" and then divided into six people and drove three trucks.

After placing the containers, the three cars and three trucks began to drive away slowly. The miserable Matt could only jump on the top of the large truck in the middle and hide.

Something happened on the way that made Daredevil's children's shoes very uncomfortable, that is, three trucks separated at an intersection, and each followed a car in different directions.

Matt felt that everything was really going wrong for him tonight. He was Daredevil, not the Monkey King or Luto. The enemy was divided into three groups. It was basically an unsolvable situation for him who wanted to track him. .

After lying on the top of the container for half an hour, the car finally stopped after driving into a huge warehouse in the suburbs. Matt first sensed the environment in the warehouse, then turned over and hid in a pile of debris.

The loud sound made when the rolling shutter door fell made Matt, who had a keen hearing, quite uncomfortable, but he could only endure it in order to continue to pay attention to the situation at the scene.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Getout! Getout!"

Two teams of thugs opened the container and knocked on the door with their batons while shouting for the people inside to come out quickly.

Hearing the messy footsteps, Matt quickly concentrated and turned on his sensing ability to the maximum.

From what he sensed, the heart rates of these people were basically overspeeding. They were obviously in a state of panic, and their vitality did not seem to be strong. Some of them were disabled. It seemed that they were what the gangs called "defective products."

After carefully sensing the environment in the entire warehouse, Matt's expression became serious.

There were more than 100 people trafficked in this group, and the number of thugs in the warehouse was only about 30.

Even if he could get rid of all the thugs, he would not be able to take out and resettle these more than a hundred refugees.

After all, Matt himself is a poor man, living in a dilapidated old apartment. The biggest reason is that as a lawyer, he basically doesn't take on those "big orders." It's okay if he doesn't pay for the cases he usually takes.

After thinking about it, he finally reached the top of the warehouse and dialed the alarm number. After reporting his location and discovery to the operator, he hung up the phone and found his position again to wait for reinforcements to arrive.

The operator quickly sent the alarm information to nearby patrol officers and asked them to go to the location to investigate.

What Matt didn't know was that most of the police patrol cars that received the information ignored it, except for a newly arrived young man who rushed over despite the obstruction of his companions.

At this time, the phone in the pocket of a thug in the warehouse vibrated. He took out his phone and glanced at the message on it. His eyes showed a fierce light, and he made a few gestures to his companions:

"Someone leaked the news to 5-O! Send these guys back first!"

As a result, the frightened victims were driven back into the container under the threat of sticks and locked into darkness again.

Matt, who had been focusing on the outside, came to his senses and was confused by this scene. What did it mean to drive people here and there? A new form of abuse?

At this time, the only police car slowly stopped in front of the warehouse door, and a policeman opened the driver's door and got out.

His companion who was left in the passenger seat grabbed a donut from the glove compartment with his left hand, stuffed it into his mouth and opened the car door. At the same time, he silently held the stun gun in his pocket with his right hand.

"Carlson, did you find anything?"

The fat policeman chewed the food in his mouth and made inarticulate sounds.

The rookie patrolman took a flashlight and looked around but found no useful clues. The two front and rear doors and a small door of the warehouse were also locked tightly, and no one answered the door.

"Damn it, Carlson! My clothes are soaked. I can't get through this tonight without two boxes of donuts!"

After swallowing the last bite of food, the fat police officer said impatiently.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like