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In the office of the Metropolitan Investigation Bureau, Director Anthony was an older man with graying hair, yet he still exuded strength and vitality. His posture was upright, and his gaze held an intense pressure that could not be ignored. Despite his age, anyone who looked at Anthony would feel the weight of his formidable will.
Upon receiving a report from Ryan, Anthony wasted no time. He ordered all members still working overtime to assemble immediately. He intended to lead the team himself, armed and ready, heading straight for the port. Those who were not on duty, even if they had already gone to bed, were required to arm themselves and report to the port for support.
To bolster credibility, Ryan transmitted footage recorded by William's device back to the bureau, but Anthony didn’t even take a moment to watch it. With a decisive attitude, he issued the simplest command possible, focused solely on reaching the port as quickly as possible.
The entire Investigation Bureau sprang into action. Members still on duty, whether from the task force or the search team, hurriedly donned their bulletproof vests and grabbed their firearms. Those outside the bureau were swiftly awakened by urgent phone calls demanding they arm themselves and head directly to the port.
Every vehicle in the parking lot flashed its red and blue lights wildly as teams gathered. Once four members were assembled, they set off straight for the port. The efficiency of this operation left onlookers in awe.
“Unbelievable! The second phase is starting with a gunfight on a transport ship? What a thrill!”
“Here I come for the second phase, claiming first place!”
“Director Anthony is impressive! No hesitation at all—he’s mobilizing everyone personally!”
Meanwhile, as the Metropolitan Investigation Bureau mobilized, the largest gang in the metropolis, known as Cobra, was not idle either. Inside a lavish private club, in a spacious bathhouse filled with swirling smoke and fragrant aromas, Charles, the Cobra Boss, was enjoying a soak with his loyal subordinates. The air was thick with a complex mix of scents—cigar smoke mingling with essential oils.
Charles did not exhibit any overt criminal demeanor; instead, he resembled a social elite. With a refined and easygoing middle-aged appearance, he occasionally revealed a glint of menace in his eyes that sent shivers down the spines of those around him. As he relaxed in the bath while smoking a cigar, a woman stood behind him, massaging his neck.
The second-in-command of the Serpent Gang, Ed, with a fierce expression and muscular build, approached to report, "Boss, that kid Bojins is on a video call. He says he’s found something significant on a transport ship. He even had a run-in with the Investigation Bureau's hounds and is requesting backup."
"Let me see," Charles replied in a calm tone, deliberately taking a second longer than usual to respond. Although Ed was accustomed to his boss's way of speaking, he still felt a tremendous psychological pressure each time he heard it.
Silently, Ed handed over his phone, which intermittently echoed the sounds of their Serpent Gang's submachine guns firing—it sounded intense.
Upon receiving the phone, Charles saw an unfamiliar young gang member on the screen. It was understandable; the Serpent Gang was large, and no matter how hard he tried, Charles couldn’t remember every subordinate’s face and name.
Not recognizing the young member wasn’t an issue; what mattered was that the young member recognized the boss. "Boss! Over here, look!"
Facing his leader, the young member didn’t dare utter any unnecessary words. He quickly shifted the camera to focus on a red cargo container, revealing a tactical nuclear weapon inside.
Charles remained unfazed by the sight of the tactical nuclear weapon that could intimidate both the Serpent Gang and the Investigation Bureau’s Black Side into submission. His expression remained gentle as he said, "I understand. I’ll bring people over now. You all need to hold your ground. You know what happens if you can’t."
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