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Chen Jiu'an stared at the blurred figures and lowered his voice, asking, "What exactly are they transporting? It looks quite heavy."
Lin Mingchang thought for a few seconds, gently nudging Chen Jiu'an. "Just the three of us might not be enough. Jiu'an, Shen Tong and I will keep an eye on things here. You hurry and contact the Yangzhou Police Station."
Chen Jiu'an nodded and carefully made his way across the dock, heading outside. He remembered seeing a phone booth on his way in.
After about fifteen minutes, Chen Jiu'an finally returned, panting heavily as he struggled to control his breath. He whispered, "The police are on their way. Let's keep a close watch."
However, the smuggling gang moved faster than they had anticipated. The three watched as the smugglers unloaded more than a dozen wooden crates from the boat and carefully loaded them onto a small truck. If they didn’t act soon, these people would drive away!
Unable to hold back any longer, Chen Jiu'an suddenly exclaimed, "We can't wait any longer!" With that, he shouted and charged forward.
"Jiu'an!" Lin Mingchang had no time to stop him and could only follow along with Shen Tong.
A chaotic brawl erupted instantly. Lin Mingchang, being a professionally trained police officer, showcased exceptional skills with precise and powerful moves, leaving no room for unnecessary actions.
What surprised everyone was Chen Jiu'an—his fighting techniques were anything but amateur; his movements were clean and swift. Shen Tong's style was completely different from the two men's fist-to-fist combat. Her movements appeared gentle but contained astonishing explosive power. Each time she dodged, it seemed as if she could foresee her opponent's attacks.
Chen Jiu'an couldn't help but glance sideways. "I never expected that Young Lady Shen would have such skills! This is incredible!"
Just as the fight intensified, distant shouts suddenly rang out: "Stop! Everyone freeze! Police!"
The officers from the Yangzhou Police Station finally arrived, quickly taking control of the scene with a dozen officers.
At that moment, Lin Mingchang took a closer look at the five smugglers pinned to the ground. They all appeared to be in their early twenties, their faces still carrying traces of youth. Now pressed against the damp dock surface, they looked panicked as they glanced between the police and the truck not far away.
Captain Lin directed a group of officers to escort the suspect to the police car while another team went to inspect the truck. Lin Mingchang and Chen Jiu'an followed closely behind. Several officers jumped onto the truck, their flashlights sweeping back and forth in the cargo area, illuminating mottled shadows.
An officer pulled back a thick canvas cover, revealing boxes all labeled "Textile Machine Parts." The officers exchanged puzzled glances. Chen Jiu'an reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, expertly extracting two. He first offered one to Captain Lin before lighting the other for himself.
"Captain Lin," he said, taking a deep drag and lightly tapping on the nearest wooden crate with his fingers, "let's open it up. If it really is textile machine parts, why go through all this trouble in the dead of night? They could just transport it openly during the day."
Before he finished speaking, a little officer emerged from the truck's cab with a crowbar. As soon as the first crate was pried open, a collective gasp echoed through the air—inside lay a cache of German Mauser Pistol parts, neatly stacked in layers, reflecting a cold gleam under the dim flashlight.
This was indeed an arms smuggling operation. It turned out that the unusual killing intent Shen Tong had mentioned earlier referred to this very situation.
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