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Situated on the West Coast Pearl, Metropolis welcomes countless large vessels every day. The volume of modern port transportation far exceeds that of ancient times, with Metropolis Port's daily throughput measured in tens of thousands of tons. Even in the dead of night, the entire Metropolis Port remains brightly lit, with Dragon Gate Cranes moving back and forth, and forklifts tirelessly at work.
A white sedan discreetly navigates the bustling port, and a determined William hurriedly exits the vehicle, spotting his senior from the Investigation Bureau, Pristo.
"Captain, what should we do next?"
Pristo's expression is calm and composed; he shows no signs of middle-aged spread and appears quite fit. After stepping out of the car, he takes a moment before responding to William, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, Pristo gazes through the haze at the Da Du Yuan Hang Transportation Ship that is about to dock. "The customs documents indicate that the Da Du Yuan Hang Transportation Ship is suspected of smuggling. Of course, this time the smugglers are rookies; there are plenty of loopholes at customs. Once that big fellow stops, we’ll go check it out."
As he speaks, William notices several danmaku flying swiftly through the air, invisible to others.
"Oh wow, I have to say, the director really chose well for this cast; just looking at the lead's face screams righteousness."
"First."
"Ha! It's not that easy to be first."
"Jumping right into an investigation? What a fast pace; I like it."
William feels a surge of anticipation, showing none of the nervousness or fear typical for newcomers on their first mission. He looks around and realizes no one is paying attention to him. He pulls out his handgun and begins checking for any malfunctions.
Pristo glances at the rookie and silently admires his courage. He starts imparting some wisdom: "No need to chamber a round. This task was handed to me to train a newcomer, which means the smuggling operation is small-scale and not too impactful. Dealing with a few rookie smugglers, showing our Investigation Bureau credentials will be enough."
Upon hearing this, William immediately holsters his weapon. This reaction pleases Pristo; at least he’s not an impulsive rookie without common sense—he understands the importance of following orders.
Suddenly, a screeching sound interrupts Pristo as he prepares to praise his new recruit. Both men turn to see a conspicuously modified vehicle barreling towards them with its high beams on, in stark contrast to their low-key approach.
The occupants of the modified car are shouting excitedly as if they were monkeys in a market, weaving through rows of containers. Just as they reach the edge of the coast, they slam on the brakes dramatically, executing a flashy drift that sends tires screeching against the pavement.
The car pulled up with all four doors swinging open, revealing four scruffy-looking men, including the driver, each wielding submachine guns as they stepped out. They shouted and cursed, driving away the workers near the Transport Ship. The workers, accustomed to the daily gunfights of the Great Federation, showed no fear; they scattered at the sight of guns, not daring to linger for even a second.
Pristo reacted swiftly, ducking behind a Container while pulling out his weapon and glancing at William. He noticed that William still seemed inexperienced; he had merely drawn his handgun without finding any cover to hide behind. Rookie! Get down!
Lowering his voice deliberately, Pristo wasn’t worried about being overheard by the men in front. When he saw William obediently crouching down and moving closer, Pristo quickly held his gun in one hand while using the other to fumble with his phone to dial a number.
The call connected, and without waiting for a response on the other end, Pristo hurriedly spoke: "Ryan! It’s me, Pristo! You guys from Team Three are on duty tonight—send two people over to the port quickly. Something feels off."
On the other end of the line, Ryan responded promptly. Pristo cautiously tilted his head to peek out with one eye for a quick observation. The employees on the Transport Ship were already being driven away by the armed men, who seemed to be joking around without any urgency.
Captain? William didn’t ask any further questions or peek out; he knew his limitations. Compared to the captain, he was still inexperienced and understood that if there were issues, he should consult the captain.
Pristo withdrew his head and began explaining his analysis to this rookie: "Something is off! According to what the director said, these are just a bunch of Rookie Smugglers; it’s their first time smuggling and they haven’t covered all the details. A bunch of small-time crooks like this would spill everything at just a little scare."
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