Chapter 118 - Action, Ambush, and Four Women
It wasn’t until noon that Berit finally came back. He asked Luke and Elsa to come to the meeting room.
Seventeen officers were already in the meeting room. Including Berit, Luke and Elsa, they made a team of twenty.
Berit began to lay out his plan.
According to sources, Sergei was going to pick up a batch of goods, which could either be drugs, weapons, or even human beings.
Sergei’s gang wasn’t big, so it wasn’t unusual that the boss would personally take action.
That was also why Berit didn’t think very much of him.
The bosses of bigger gangs would never get involved personally in transactions. Hence, even if they were caught, they could still get their lackeys to take the blame.
Berit was soon done with his introduction.
Luke was slightly surprised. He asked Elsa in a low voice, “Sergei is carrying it out in the middle of the day? Isn’t that too blatant?”
Elsa replied in a low voice, “They’re covering up what they’re smuggling in with all the vans going in and out. If the police don’t find the correct van, there’ll be huge losses when we lock down the port. Some expensive goods may be ruined as soon as they’re opened for checks. That’s why NYPD hasn’t done anything yet.”
Deep in thought, Luke said, “So, the key is to find the correct van, right?”
Elsa suddenly thought of something. “Can you track their drugs with your… instinct?”
Luke chuckled. “I don’t know, it doesn’t always work. Let’s wait and see.”
Elsa didn’t ask anymore, but she was more hopeful now. She was more confident in Luke than she was in herself.
“Does anyone have any questions?” asked Berit, but he was only looking at Luke and Elsa.
Neither of them said anything, as if they were only here to watch.
Berit was actually glad that they didn’t ask any questions. It would be best if they just stayed back while NYPD got the job done.
After they got into a commercial van which had been modified into a mobile command center, Elsa looked curiously at what Luke was holding
Was it… a baseball?
Noticing her curiosity, Luke casually explained, “Oh, I’m using this to exercise my fingers. It can increase my precision in shooting.”
Elsa asked, “Really?” She was tempted to try it out herself.
The twenty bandits killed by Luke were the best evidence of Luke’s expertise in shooting.
Luke chuckled. “It’s too advanced a skill for you right now.”
Elsa nodded her head regretfully. “Forget it, then.”
Soon, the van reached a port.
New York was a city that had been built around the mouth of a harbor, when British colonizers sailed across the Atlantic Ocean and seized it from the Dutch.
Called New Amsterdam then, the place was renamed New York.
York was in fact only a town in Britain, and not nearly as famous as its younger brother, New York.
There were plenty of ports in New York, and too many goods were shipped in and out of the ports every day.
It was also why Sergei had never been caught for smuggling.
Luke and Elsa weren’t part of the actual arrest operation, but they had a clear view of everything from the command vehicle.
The vehicle received all forms of communication from Berit’s men as well as camera footage.
Berit was also in the van as the commander of the operation.
Sergei soon appeared.
Sergei was gloomier and colder than he appeared in his files. There was no telling whether or not it was because his son was dead.
Soon, they entered a pier.
The officers nearby immediately kept an eye on the gangsters.
Luke somehow felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t exactly say why.
Thinking for a moment, he said, “I need fresh air.”
Berit frowned. “You better not go out. What if you’re discovered?”
Luke argued, “Do I look like a police officer right now?”
Berit was lost for words.
Luke would be the last person in Berit’s team that Sergei would suspect, mainly because Luke was too young.
There were no officers as young as Luke in NYPD. Even the officers in their twenties were at the lowest rank, and had to wear their uniforms when they were on duty.
Berit still said, “You’re responsible if anything goes wrong.’
Luke chuckled and got out.
How could he be responsible?
He hadn’t done anything in this operation except sit in the command vehicle, and there were multiple containers between them and Sergei, who was two hundred meters away.
So, Berit could only be bluffing.
Luke moved some distance away from the command vehicle. With his black backpack, he looked like a high school student.
Facing the wind, he took a deep breath.
Berit glanced at Luke, but soon ignored him. He found the young man unreliable.
It wasn’t like the command vehicle was a public toilet. Did he really need fresh air so badly?
Luke, however, was actually analyzing the smells in the air with Sharp Nose.
Based on the information in the files, his target was simple — weapons, drugs, or women.
It would also be in massive quantities, or it wouldn’t be worthwhile smuggling them in by boat.
But very quickly, Luke frowned.
He couldn’t lock onto a target.
He smelled oil, gunpowder, illegal drugs, and women, but they were scattered around, and there didn’t seem to be a large cluster of them anywhere.
Puzzled, Luke returned to the command vehicle.
Berit didn’t look at Luke at all and only said, “Don’t go out again, in case you raise suspicions.”
Luke didn’t say anything.
He was starting to believe that it was unnecessary for him to go out again.
He soon saw Sergei and his team on the surveillance camera.
They waited patiently until a tiny boat appeared.
The officers looked at each other in bewilderment.
Such a boat was too small to contain many women or weapons. It was probably only big enough for drugs.
However, it was four women who got off the boat and spoke to Sergei.
Smiling courteously, Sergei spoke with the four women before they bade each other farewell and went their separate ways.
Berit was flustered.
Even if the four women had been smuggled in, they weren’t enough to use as grounds for the police to imprison Sergei.
Four hundred women would have worked.
Were the four women important? Clinging to hope, Berit got his team to search the women’s files.
But they didn’t find anything useful at all.
