Chapter 129 Clearing the Cargo
Everyone looked at Feismoden who was leading the way. Some of them were disgusted by his slow movement, so the Beggar Gang disciples simply supported him and hurried on.
"Follow me." Faith limped and led the way to the red-roofed warehouse of B-16. A string of English words were written in red paint, which translated into donated materials and recycled items.
There was a middle-aged white police officer sitting in the security booth outside.
Feis knew that Sig was carrying a gun and had a legal license to carry a gun, but a security guard at a warehouse might not give him face. The other party was just a temporary worker and not a formal employee.
In order to avoid misunderstanding, he also said: "Wait for me here first. There are cameras nearby, so it's not convenient to act. Let me communicate with the other party."
After that, he looked at Zhang Ailun and asked for his opinion. Zhang Ailun also nodded, "Go."
But Fei Si still looked at him eagerly. Zhang Ailun was speechless and choked, "You are not going to use my money to bribe him?"
"What else can I do? I have no money. How can he let us in if I don't bribe him? Even if I bite him until his juice explodes, he won't turn off the camera and let us in." Feis explained.
"How much does it cost?" Zhang Ailun asked.
"Just give me a few hundred dollars."
"So expensive? In my opinion, we should just go over and have a friendly conversation with him. He's just a part-time worker anyway. There aren't many people around here at night. If we park our car outside and cover our faces, no one will know who we are." Sig was immediately unhappy when he heard the price.
No, why are you like a bandit? You always want to bully others?
Zhang Allen thought about it, took out $200 and gave it to Fei Si, "Only 200! If it doesn't work, we can go through the back door."
"Ok, I'll go talk to him." Feis took the money and went over.
After seeing him approaching, the security guard immediately came out to stop him and asked, "What are you doing here? Do you have a list of goods?"
Faith took out $100 and stuffed it into his hand, then pulled him to a place where there were no cameras. "Hey, buddy, can you do me a favor? Just pretend you didn't see anything. We come here often. Do you remember me?"
"Don't do this!"
The security guard said with a straight face: "These are important items stored here."
"But it clearly says 'waste' on it! The things stored inside are either goods that are being disposed of at low prices, or things that are completely worthless. Only garbage collectors and people from charity organizations come here to pick up bargains. We came all the way here just to take away a batch of goods from inside!" Faith said with a smile.
He pointed at a few people not far away and said, "Do you see those people? How much can you earn a day watching over the warehouse? Is it $20 an hour? Our boss is very rich and can directly pay you a day's salary! Otherwise, they will use force! You are the only one here, and each of them has a gun, a submachine gun! They are all tough guys who live on the streets."
"You earn $20 an hour, which is only $160 a day, a few thousand a month, and you have to file taxes, so you only get $. After paying rent, utilities, is it enough? What the hell are you doing?"
The security officer thought that what he said made sense, as he had done this kind of thing many times before. When he was on night shift here, he always turned a blind eye and people often went in through the back door.
"200 dollars, I'll pretend I didn't see anything."
"Deal." Faith immediately gave him the remaining 200 dollars.
"The camera is broken again. I need to go fix it. The warehouse door is not locked. You only have four hours to move the goods. My colleagues and I will take over your shifts during that time."
The security guard took the money and did the job, then left the security booth with the toolbox.
After seeing the camera lights go out, Zhang Ailun and his companions came to the warehouse door with confidence, opened it and went in. After taking a look, they saw that the warehouse was filled with iron racks, clothes, snacks, tires, and containers.
Faith quickly found the small red container and said, "This is it."
When the container door was opened, a smell of seafood wafted out, and there were a lot of rotten cardboard boxes, dead fish, rotten shrimp, dead crabs, and seaweed. There were also water-soaked mobile phones stored in the cardboard boxes, and the warning words "fragile" and so on could be vaguely seen on the cardboard boxes.
It has green hair on it, it looks like it has been stored here for quite some time. No one claims it after leaving it here.
"I'm rich! It's a pity that these are all water-soaking machines, otherwise how much can so many goods sell for?"
Sig picked up a Samsung phone at random, it had a folding screen, which was a bit of a pity.
Even if this thing is second-hand, it would cost at least hundreds of dollars on the regular market.
"What we want is the gold inside the CPU and chips. It doesn't matter whether they are damaged or not. Otherwise, it won't be our turn to take the goods away." It was also the first time that Zhang Ailun saw so many mobile phones stored in boxes.
Ordinary mobile phones are worthless here, and they can even be given away for free at the shelter. Logically, there is no smuggling market at all, and it is hard to understand who would do the business of smuggling mobile phones. Only brand-name phones can be profitable.
Even if a smuggled mobile phone is only sold for a few dozen dollars, the value of so many mobile phones is more than two million dollars! Putting aside the various miscellaneous expenses of transportation, it can still make a lot of money, which shows how heavy the loss of the owner of the goods is!
The shipping company would certainly have to compensate him for his financial losses. Of course, it is more likely that he would be arrested by the Department of Homeland Security for smuggling and go to jail for the rest of his life.
After all, the accident at the port was also on the news.
A mobile phone weighs about 150 grams, and can produce about grams of gold. If you want to produce kilograms of gold, you need at least 35000 mobile phones, which has a total weight of tons.
"Can anyone tell me how to quietly move five tons of mobile phones from the warehouse?" Zhang Ailun looked at Fei Si, "Didn't you consider how to transport this batch of goods in advance? Our pickup truck can only carry 5 tons or a little more at a time. If it's heavier, it will fall apart."
"It only takes a few more trips, about four or five. It won't take too much time." Feis said unconfidently.
"You carry it." Sig said unhappily.
"I'm in this state now, how can I help you? Guys, you are all strong and healthy, there is no need to make things difficult for a cripple like me." Faith wanted to cry but had no tears.
Zhang Ailun glanced at the small truck next to him and motioned to Bailey to start it. The key was inserted in it. Bailey tried it once and it started successfully. He skillfully reversed out of the garage and parked next to the container.
He said with a smile: "It will be much more convenient with this. Who will drive our pickup truck over here?"
Richie volunteered, took the key and went out, and soon came back in a pickup truck with the warehouse door half open to facilitate transportation in and out.
The truck was roughly loaded in a few minutes. They were all discarded mobile phones and there was no need to worry about them falling. The tons of mobile phones bent the backbone of the old pickup truck. It had been decades since it left the factory and had not pulled such heavy cargo.
The phone located the cabin in the suburbs, and Sig immediately stepped on the accelerator and flew out, with thick smoke billowing. The deadly wheezing sound of the engine made people wonder if this old guy would stop and explode halfway. "Drive slowly, four hours is enough for us to transport four times, otherwise we will have to pay another $200! And pay a lot of money for repairs." Zhang Ailun reminded him.
If this old car breaks down on the road, it can be thrown away directly. The cost of repairing it can buy a used car.
There was nothing to do while waiting, so Zhang Ailun simply took people to wander around the warehouse and picked up some small things. Unfortunately, the most stored items here were just clothes, furniture, and worthless junk.
If it is a warehouse for storing valuables, or a private warehouse, it will definitely not be so easy for you to enter through the back door, and security personnel will be fully deployed.
After waiting for dozens of minutes, Sig finally arrived in a pickup truck. He was exhausted from unloading the goods at the cabin alone. After considering it, Zhang Ailun reduced the weight and gave him a ride with someone to help him.
Everyone started to move the goods, and Sig continued to drive the car for transportation.
After about three and a half hours, all the remaining goods were moved to the truck in one go. Only then could everyone breathe a sigh of relief and leave the large warehouse.
Zhang Ailun went out and led his men out of the container port area. He heard the roar of propellers overhead, and looked up to see a private plane flying over his head. Then it stopped in the private warehouse area in the east.
"I wonder which rich person's valuable collection this is." Zhang Ailun was not envious at all, really.
After sending the location information to Sig and waiting on the roadside for dozens of minutes, the other party drove back and picked up a few people again.
"Go back to the camp or go to the short-tailed dog's territory?" Sig asked.
Zhang Ailun glanced at the time. It was just past ten o'clock. "If we rush over now, they might be having a party or drinking. We can just drive to their place."
"Ok." Sig restarted the vehicle, and the people sitting in the car clearly felt that the pickup truck made some strange noises.
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After driving to the unfinished building area, Zhang Ailun and his group got out of the car and found it was pitch black. There was not even a street light on the roadside, and even the lines were not connected properly. It was completely shut down with no water or electricity.
There was a food truck parked at the construction site. Zhang Ailun thought it looked familiar, as he seemed to have bought tacos from there before.
"Look, the place is filled with the smell of cornmeal. In addition to organizing some zero-dollar shopping activities on weekdays, these Mexicans often sell chicken rolls and tacos in the community and on the streets. The entire street in their territory is full of the flavor of Mexican food! It's all roasted corn! How do they look like scavengers? They are completely street vendors!" Faith was carried out of the car, limping on crutches, and couldn't help complaining.
The building is a half-built high-rise, about five or six stories high. It seems that it was originally designed to be an office building, but in the end it was only half completed. There is also a very obvious light source on the roof.
"They are doing an honest business. Isn't that what the police want to see?"
Zhang Ailun didn't take it seriously. Just as he was about to go upstairs with his men to look for someone, a bright light suddenly lit above his head, accompanied by the humming sound of a generator, and in an instant it was as bright as day.
Zhang Ailun was wearing sunglasses and was not affected much. Others raised their hands to block the light. A group of Mexicans also rushed out from all directions.
They were holding guns, baseball bats, rusty steel pipes, and tetanus pipes. They surrounded the group of people in three layers, like dumplings, with no way out.
"We were ambushed! Were they prepared?"
Sig was a little surprised, and felt that he was a little careless. But he touched the guns and ammunition he was carrying, and his mood instantly became relaxed.
Zhang Ailun was also surprised that they had ambushed in advance. If they were not the ones coming this time, the other side would have the advantage in numbers, and they were a group of rough guys working on the construction site. Ordinary people would definitely be beaten.
The leader was a Mexican man about meters tall, small in stature but with big muscles. He wore a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, lip piercings, and tattoos on his face.
Seeing an old acquaintance in the crowd, he immediately started cursing, "Fuck you! Faith! I knew you were dishonest. What's wrong? Did you get bullied outside and run to your sugar daddy crying like a woman? Have you forgotten what I told you during the day? If you mess with us again, I'll break your third leg!"
Feis's face turned pale and then blue, and she was instantly a little defensive after being scolded by him.
He couldn't help but yelled, "F**k you! Kim Rachel! You just rely on your numbers to bully us. The guy I got this time is not someone you can easily mess with! You know Juan Kim from Lori Louis 19, right? I got him here! You're dead!"
You bullied me when I didn't have anyone to curry favor with you, and now that I have someone to curry favor with you, you still want to bully me?
Then I didn’t hug this thigh for nothing! !
"Juan Jin? He has Jin, and I have Jin too! Why would I be afraid of him?" Rachel smiled coldly: "As long as he dares to mess with me, I promise that there will only be one Mr. Jin on the street! That's me, Jin Rachel!"
You were pinned to the ground and beaten up a few days ago, and your territory was handed over to others and destroyed. What capital do you have to make the other party come to help you?
Zhang Ailun couldn't help but applaud him when he heard him say that. "Okay, you said it very well. I like confident people. The name is just a code name. As long as you have the ability, anyone can be Mr. Jin."
The short-tailed dog soon noticed the Asian faces wearing sunglasses in the crowd. Although they were surrounded by people, they didn't seem to be panicked at all.
"But it's useless to be foul-mouthed when you're out there, you need this!!" Zhang Allen pulled out a pistol. Sig and the others nearby also pulled out submachine guns.
The Mexicans around were all shocked.
The boss of the short-tailed dogs was also startled.
No, your real name is Juanjin?
"Are you Juanjin? You want to stand up for this guy? Come and go against me? Man, there is no need for you to provoke us, and we never take the initiative to cause trouble!" The short-tailed dog pretended to be calm, and immediately showed signs of submission.
"You are still young, don't go down the path of crime! If you have any requests, just let us know, and we will agree to them for your sake."
After hearing so many rumors about Mr. Jin, my ears are almost calloused. I also understand that they have the real thing in their hands. They basically have no resistance.
Look at the equipment of both sides. They are not at the same level at all. Each of the opponents has a Truth, and they even have submachine guns, bulletproof vests, and walkie-talkies, which are enough even for street fights with police and gangs.
The reason why these short-tailed gangs have such a large territory is because they are united and brave in street fights. They do low-level manual labor, do not smoke tobacco, have no drug addiction, attack ordinary homeless people at a low level, and never take the initiative to cause trouble for themselves.
But even the elite monsters among the homeless can't beat the real gang members.
Why would he tell you so much when he has a gun?
Looking at the guns and cannons in Zhang Ailun's hands, the leader of the Short-Tailed Dogs, Kim Rachel, suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness that the situation was hopeless and the dynasty was about to fall.
The door was kicked open by this group of unethical people! I was very angry, but there was nothing I could do.
If we don’t follow the Qing Dynasty’s example and cede territory and pay compensation now, when will we do so?
(End of this chapter)
