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

Three black cars slowly stopped at the entrance, and a person from the lead car walked into the security booth with a smile on his face.

The man first laughed with the two security guards inside, looking happy, but only when he finally saw him pull out a paper bag that the two security guards showed a genuine smile.

When he was done, the man quickly returned to the car, and the door in front of them opened.

The car started and slowly drove into the port area, and the driver, not knowing what kind of considerations, asked:

"Brown, why do we have to give these guys money when we go back, and don't dare to mess with us even if we don't give them, right? Isn't it fragrant to keep the money for a few more meals? ”

The man named Brown was the leader of the group, and after hearing what he said, he glanced at the fat man in the driver's seat in disgust.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat! If they don't give this money, they will dare to use this news to sell it around! If something really happens, will you carry it? Drive your car! I won't have anything to eat tonight! ”

The more he talked, the more angry he became, if this stupid guy hadn't been his cousin, I'm afraid he would have been poured under a bridge to be a pillar force a long time ago.

The fat driver who was scolded didn't dare to speak anymore, so he quickly cheered up and drove well, but the punishment of not giving dinner was too scary.

Matt couldn't go in with the car, but he had another way.

I saw him trot up to the top of a wire pile, and with a kick of his right foot he crossed the high fence, but when he landed, he stepped on a pile of seagull poop on the ground and slipped under his feet.

Although he was able to stabilize his body in less than a second with his superb body balance, he still touched the container next to him slightly, making a muffled "bang" sound.

"Who? Who's where! ”

A security guard who happened to be patrolling nearby ran over with a flashlight in his hand in the direction from which the sound came, but found nothing.

The man was about to probe forward, but suddenly a gust of wind blew nearby, and his left foot, which was about to take a step, retracted.

"Ah, maybe it's the wind."

Recently, when he got off work, he watched a lot of horror movies and videos with his girlfriend at home, and he panicked for a while in the face of this situation, cleared his throat and said this, and then turned around stiffly and walked away quickly.

Matt in the dark sensed his departure and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, who would have thought that there was a big lump of birds in the chosen foothold.

Birds have evolved to degenerate their bladder and large intestine in order to lose weight, so they can't store feces and urine, so birds are an open defecation species, and Matt can only consider himself unlucky.

Fortunately, he didn't lose much time, and the speed of the three cars was not too fast, and Matt still caught up with them in time.

This time, unlike before, the human trade was not carried out directly in the port, and the people in the car got down to check the "goods" and then separated six people and drove three trucks.

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

Halfway through, Daredevil Shoes also happened when three trucks separated at an intersection and followed a sedan in a different direction.

Matt felt that he was really going wrong tonight, he was Daredevil, not the Monkey King or Naluto, and the enemy soldiers were divided into three ways, and it was basically an unsolvable situation for him who wanted to track him.

After lying on top of the container for half an hour, the car finally stopped after driving into a huge warehouse in the suburbs.

The loud sound of the roller shutter door falling made Matt uncomfortable, but he had to endure it in order to keep an eye on the situation.

"Bang bang!"

“Getout！ Getout！ ”

The two teams of thugs opened the container and shouted while banging on the door with the baton in their hands to let the people inside come out quickly.

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

In his induction, the heart rate of these people is basically overspeeding, obviously in a panicked state, and the vitality does not seem to be strong, and some people are disabled, it seems that they are the "defective products" in the mouth of the gangsters.

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

The number of trafficked people totaled more than 100, and the number of thugs in the warehouse was only about 30.

Even if he can solve all the thugs, he will not be able to take out these more than 100 refugees for resettlement.

After all, Matt himself is a poor man living in a dilapidated old apartment, and the biggest reason is that he, a lawyer, basically doesn't take those "big orders", and the cases he usually takes are good if they don't pay for them.

After thinking about it, he finally touched the top of the warehouse, dialed the alarm, reported his location and findings to the operator, hung up the phone, and found a new position to wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

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

What Matt didn't know was that most of the patrol police cars that received the information ignored it, and only a newcomer rushed over despite the obstruction of his companions.

At this time, the phone in the pocket of a thug in the warehouse vibrate, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the information on it twice, with a fierce light in his eyes, and made a few gestures to his companions:

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

The trembling victims were driven back into the container under the threat of sticks and locked in darkness again.

Matt, who had been focusing on the outside, came back to his senses and was confused by this meeting, what did it mean to drive people around? New forms of abuse?

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

His companion, who had remained in the passenger seat, grabbed a doughnut from the table with his left hand and stuffed it into his mouth, opened the car door, while silently holding the stun gun in his pocket with his right hand.

"Carlson, did you find anything?"

The fat cop chewed the food in his mouth and made a muffled sound.

The rookie patrol officer took a flashlight and took a picture of it everywhere but did not find any useful clues, the front and back doors of the warehouse and a small door were also locked, and no one answered the door.

"Damn it, Carlson! I'm drenched, and I can't get over tonight without two boxes of donuts! ”

Swallowing the last bite of food, the fat officer said impatiently.