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ten minutes later.

A few black commercial vehicles parked in front of Aunt Li's house, and a dozen men in black got out of the car and joined Wan Pojun in the room. Afterwards, they carried the dozen or so unconscious members of the Italian Group onto the road. inside the car.

Immediately afterwards, the two girls boarded one of the commercial vehicles under the escort of Wan Pojun.

Afterwards, these commercial vehicles, together with the four cars driven by members of the previous Italian group, left Aunt Li's house and drove towards the pier roaring.

Aunt Li, who was still confused, was left in the villa, accompanied by three female soldiers of Wanlong Palace.

soon.

At the entrance of the Italian Group's casino, more than a dozen vehicles of various types are ready.

Ye Chen was led by Andre and got into his Rolls Royce.

Andre held a Beretta 92F pistol made in Italy in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was always facing Ye Chen, and said proudly: "Mr. Ye, this gun is made in my hometown Italy, and it is the most beautiful gun in the world. One of the best pistols, if you cooperate obediently, I, Andre, will never hurt you, but if you dare to play tricks on me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

It was rare for Ye Chen to pretend to be cowardly, and said against his will: "Andre, if you ask me to cooperate, then I will just cooperate with you. You should put the gun away, so as not to go off..."

Seeing that he was cowardly, Andre said with a proud face: "This is our pistol made in Italy, the best of the best, and it will never jam or misfire!"

Ye Chen sighed helplessly, and said with a bit of pity in his eyes: "It can be seen that you like this gun very much, then you must cherish the time you have it."

Zhang Er couldn't figure it out when Andre heard it. He felt that Ye Chen's words sounded fine at first, but after careful consideration, there seemed to be something wrong.

However, he didn't think too deeply.

Because in his opinion, Ye Chen is now a big fish on his cutting board, and he is ready to chop it down with a kitchen knife at any time, which is completely crushing advantage.

Therefore, he never thought that this fish might cut itself back.

Immediately afterwards, this convoy also roared to the port terminal.

At the same time, in all directions in Vancouver, there were still many Italian group members who received the news temporarily and hurriedly drove to the port.

They all got word that the boss had built a 15,000-ton freighter, and if they started smuggling and smuggling, they would have their own large freighter!

This is a big leap comparable to changing shotguns. Looking at the whole of Vancouver, no gang has such a large freighter.

So, after hearing this, the group members were all very excited and couldn't wait to go to the pier to open their eyes.

However, they didn't know that at this moment, the freighter had already made all preparations before departure, and was just waiting for their special group of passengers to board the ship!

Late at night, the port of Vancouver is as busy as it is during the day.

Large ports are basically running 24 hours a day, so even in the middle of the night, they are still brightly lit, a large number of trucks carrying containers are constantly coming in and out, and the docks are constantly loading and unloading the docked freighters.

Therefore, the vehicles coming to the terminal one after another did not cause too much vigilance.

Under the guidance of the members of the Italian group, the Wan Po Army arrived at the port first, and then easily captured a 1,000-ton dilapidated freighter on the pier of the small ship.

On board the freighter were eight members of the Italian syndicate, as well as three kidnapped young women.

Including the two brought over by Wan Pojun and others, a total of five young women were kidnapped by this group and planned to be sent to the high seas tonight.

Wan Pojun conducted a sudden interrogation on this group of people on this dilapidated freighter, and found that the actual leader of this group of people was an Italian named Francesco Ricci. JrNovels.com