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Darkness surrounded the secluded wharf on Friday, and dim lights shone feebly on the silent container yard.

The water surface reflected the lights cast by the distant city, and driven by the wind, ripples like fish scales appeared, one after another.

The low hum of car engines broke the silence of the dock, and a Ford parked slowly on the perimeter of the container yard.

Several workers who were loading and unloading goods by the truck glanced warily at each other.

One of them stopped what he was doing, grabbed the gun in his jacket without a trace, and walked slowly towards the Ford sedan.

The side window of the rear seat slowly lowered, revealing a gloomy face.

"Are things going well?" Inside the car, a middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit said slowly.

Seeing the man's face, the man outside the car let go of his hand holding the pistol and replied respectfully to the man in the car, "Boss Ficoni, everything is going well."

"That's good, this shipment is larger than usual, and I don't want any problems."

…

In the rich night, a shadow that almost merged with the night stood quietly on the crane at the wharf, looking down at the container yard below.

The night wind was flowing, and the pure black cloak swayed slightly in this gentle wind.

"I'm in place." Kyle lowered his head slightly and whispered into the walkie-talkie on his chest.

Cedric's response came quickly on the walkie-talkie, "Ten seconds."

Standing on the crane, Kyle looked at the people in the distance who were carrying wooden boxes one after another to the truck, his eyes full of excitement.

He strode forward with his legs, jumped hard, and Kyle's body suddenly rose into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the dark night sky.

After crossing a distance of dozens of meters with the crane, Kyle silently hung upside down directly above the group of people.

The workers below, still concentrating on moving goods from containers to trucks, didn't notice a shadow hanging directly above them.

…

For the safety of the goods, they did not collect all the goods in one or two containers on the cargo ship, but distributed them into a dozen or so specially marked containers.

You know, a cargo ship has more than 200 containers.

Stacey glanced at the container in front of him. The "special cargo" in this container had been emptied by them.

Seeing that his colleagues were still busy, Stacey turned around and walked towards another container with special cargo in the depths of the yard alone.

The door of the container was half open, and the light cast by the dim electric lights above could only illuminate the corners of the outermost boxes.

The black hole in the container, like the mouth of the abyss, looks a little scary.

If it was someone else, it might be a little scary to face such a sight alone.

However, Stacey's heart did not waver.

It's not the first time he's done something like this kind of sneaky loading and unloading of some ulterior special cargo in the dead of night.

He walked easily to the container with the markings that only they knew on the surface, and picked up a wooden box piled on the outermost side as usual.

It's just that this time is obviously different from usual. At the moment he picked up the box, something seemed to grab his hand, and a strong force came, and suddenly he was dragged into the container where he could not see his fingers.

A terrified scream and a loud banging of the container wall immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Hey, Stace?"

no respond.

The two people beside the truck exchanged glances in surprise, tightly gripped the weapons they carried, and slowly approached the container that Stacey had just gone to.

"Stice?" the man walking in front called tentatively at the container again.

boom! boom!

The only response to him was the shattering of glass, and the crisp sound of metal colliding.

The surrounding visibility was instantly reduced by one level.

The man followed the sound and looked over. Using the dim light, he bent down and picked up a bat-shaped piece of metal on the ground.

Just as he was looking at the metal piece in his hand, when he turned around, he found that his companion looked like a fool, staring at the sky above his head, "What's the matter?"

The man also looked up and followed his companion's line of sight, "Hunter, what are you looking at..."

The dark shadow that came into view made his unfinished words stagnate on his lips.

A black shadow fell from the sky in an instant, and a scream that was even more frightening than just before resounded through the entire container yard.

Hunter howled in horror as he ran away to the outside of the yard.

People scattered all over the dock heard his voice and went to the place where the voice came from to check the situation.

A shadow flashed in front of Hunter, and Hunter pulled out the pistol on his waist without hesitation, and pulled the trigger sharply at the place where the shadow appeared briefly.

In the Ford sedan outside the yard, in the back seat, when the fat man named Frass heard the gunshots, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"I went to see."

…

The electric lights in the entire container yard were damaged to a certain extent, and when they heard the sound of firearms firing, a group of people seemed to have found their backbone and moved closer to the direction of the gunshots.

"Ah!" A short scream sounded again, but it stopped abruptly.

Hunter couldn't help the fear in his heart, and pulled the trigger indiscriminately again.

"Where are you?!"

"Here." An extremely frightening whisper sounded behind his head.

Another short scream resounded on the yard.

The environment of the dark night is always the most feared thing for human beings.

Hearing the screams coming from all over the place one after another, and watching the number of companions continue to decrease, fear spread in the hearts of the gang members.

Fear can make people crumbling, or it can make people crazy.

The firearms in the hands of the gangsters kept firing wildly in all directions, but there was nothing but the crisp crash of bullets and the walls of the metal container.

It was not until the magazines were exhausted that their muzzles stopped spewing fire.

In the flickering light, two figures wearing strange armors suddenly rushed out of the shadows behind the container and flew up and down in the crowd.

Every rise and fall of the figure represents the fall of one or even several people.

Frass, who got out of the car to check the situation, listened to the sound of fists and flesh colliding in the crowd, as well as the screams of his subordinates, he knew that things were beyond his control.

He turned and ran without hesitation.

"There's something wrong! Boss, you'd better leave!"

Frass rushed back to the Ford sedan in a panic, and when he opened the car door, he found that his boss had fainted in the car at some point.

Even the driver was brutally murdered.

"Hold!"

When he looked up, he found a blond boy who appeared on the roof of the car in front of him at some point, looking at him with a smile.

A small fist rapidly enlarged in Frass' eyes.

With a muffled sound similar to hitting a gourd, Fras fainted.

The container yard behind Kyle, with the loud gunshots, also slowly calmed down.

Soon, UU reading www.uukanshu. com The three figures in battle armor from Weasley Industries walked out of the darkness, and the faces of the three were full of excitement.

"What shall we do next?" George asked.

Kyle rummaged through the boss of the group and found a mobile phone that looked like a brick.

After calling the police in the country, he lost his mobile phone to George.

"Tell the police where we are and what's going on here and have them come to the aftermath."

He took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, and the other three recognized it. The potion in Kyle's hand was Veritaserum.

If you use potions, there will be no magic fluctuations.

Then the Ministry of Magic could not track them either.

"Now, let's take a look at where the money of these guys is."

Kyle put three drops of Veritaserum into the other's mouth, and then began the interrogation.