Yi Chen took out his newly bought mobile phone that he had just bought in the afternoon and dialed a public phone number: "Hey, I'm finished here, you can come here."

Five minutes later, Tang Hu rushed over with more than 200 people, turned his head away, and drove out of the port area with a tow truck. Everything was going quietly, and the port duty staff seemed to have died, without any sound.

Yi Chen smiled and said, "Mr. Tiger, I'll ask you for your future affairs."

Tang Hu nodded: "Don't worry, after these containers have been replaced, they will be sent to the train to Manchester in an hour. Everything is fine. The people I bring are very skilled workers, everything is fine."

Yi Chen threw the phone he just bought into the sea and shook hands with Tang Hu: "So, see you Manchester."

Tang Hu smiled: "Manchester...all the way. Well, the bloody smell here is so strong. How many people have you killed?"

Yi Chen smiled but did not answer, gave a slight salute, and quickly led his men out of the port area. Tang Hu shook his head, took a few companions, and quickly sank into the darkness-

It was not until dawn that all the workers in the port area came to work, and Hu En and the others received news of an accident. Hu En's face was pale and he had the urge to commit suicide for a moment. He roared: "Who robbed this batch of goods? Who? Who has the ability to get rid of the goods escorted by our military on British land? Hum?"

No one can answer him, who knows?

The Minister of Finance, who received the news, also had a pale face... Just three hours ago, the Russians offered conditions that the UK would either give them a certain amount of economic aid, or they would inexplicably promote a group of British soldiers on the border between Russia and China.
Chapter completed!