"Larridge, suppress it as soon as possible?"

Wang Dinah couldn't help but squint her eyes and showed a look of surprise: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Li Mochen did not hesitate: "Of course, if you can collect evidence during the suppression process, it would be the best."

He has an advanced destroyer in his battle year and has the power of a demigod, so he has no intention of being able to stop himself during the voyage.

If anyone is dissatisfied, then get out of here!

"Understood!"

Wang Dinah leaned over again: "I will follow your will."

When Wang Dinah left with her people, Hairoul, who was standing next to Li Mochen, smacked her lips and said, "This woman is the one who can do anything for you, right? She is quite beautiful."

Li Mochen said 'hehe' and turned to look at the captain of the 'Troya': "Captain Liszt, inform all ships to set sail on time at nine o'clock. During the voyage, Brigadier General Wallace Clayton was the commander and had the right to govern the ships."

It was already eight forty-five, and their ships quickly left the dock one after another, and then formed a huge fleet of ships ten kilometers away from Savannah Port and slowly sailed towards the Savannah River.

They waited here for about an hour, and there were fourteen 5,000-ton barges slowly sailing out of the estuary under the cover of fog.

The next step was to load and unload the cargo, but the process was only halfway through, and the Chuchen issued a warning. Two South Carolina-class submarines suddenly emerged from the sea, and more than a hundred anti-smuggling ships of different sizes pierced through the white mist like sharp swords and surrounded them from all directions.

The constant broadcast sounds were also piercing people's eardrums.

"Please note! Please note! We are fbi! We are fbi! Please turn off the engine and receive inspection, otherwise the consequences will be borne by yourself-"

Li Mochen immediately walked to the bridge command room. Angela, who had boarded the ship at some point, followed her and stood in front of the porthole. She looked outside with excitement.

"Wow, they actually used military submarines."

Everyone in the command room had no idea the reason, and they looked worried at this time.

Li Mochen also secretly exclaimed, thinking that today was a big scene. The energy of the person behind this scene was amazing. He could actually directly dispatch troops from the navy, which could indeed hide from the tentacles of the Targaryen family.

While thinking, he glanced at Captain Liszt. The latter understood and after someone adjusted the frequency, he picked up the intercom: "This is the 'Troya'! This is the 'Troya'! The boss's command, all ships are shut down and all ships are shut down, and no resistance is allowed."

Soon a middle-aged man wearing a bulletproof vest and naval camouflage uniform, boarded the "Troya" with a large number of men in military uniforms. Then, in the command room, he stretched out his hand to Li Mochen with a smile.

"Hello, let me introduce myself. I am Rambo Andorra, the current director of the FBI anti-smuggling and anti-smuggling team."

"Li Mochen."

Li Mochen raised his eyebrows and shook hands with this person.

The next moment, his right wrist was handcuffed. The FBI agent supervisor opposite him smiled proudly: "You have been arrested! Mr. Wiltonstein. We suspect that you are the mastermind of this arms smuggling case, and the evidence is conclusive, now it is officially-"

Only halfway through his words, Mike Rose's figure emerged from the side.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Andorra! I think I must make it clear that you have no right to arrest my client."

Rambo Andorra couldn't help but look at this person, and he immediately judged the person's identity: "Lawyer?"

"Yes, Mike Ross, Mr. Wiltonstein's personal attorney."

Mike Ross took out his business card and said righteously: "Mr. Andorra, first of all, you have not yet obtained evidence to prove that this fleet is suspected of smuggling. Secondly, even if you find the items suspected of smuggling, my client has nothing to do with it. He just took his girlfriend to the Antolia continent for vacation and temporarily rented the cabin on this ship. We can submit a complete certificate. He is just a guest of this ship."

Rambo Andoral immediately sneered: "That is, isn't this ship his right?"

Mike replied expressionlessly: "As far as I know, its ownership is Trojan Shipping Company. Mr. Andorra, if you think it is related to my client, please provide evidence to prove this."

The agent supervisor couldn't help but grin. He really couldn't prove it now. The so-called "Trojan Shipping" is an offshore company with complex equity behind it. If they want to thoroughly investigate, they must apply for investigation authority from the court.

"So I can invite Mr. Wiltonstein to go back and assist in the investigation?"

"Of course! This is your right, just-"

Mike nodded, then looked at Li Mochen's wrist. Rambo Andorr couldn't help but hum, and opened the handcuffed lock.

"Well, the arrest can be delayed. But you are still done, Mr. Wiltonstein. Now you have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will become a confession."

Li Mochen smiled indifferently and moved his hands. The captain of the Trojan next to him, Liszt, had a dark face: "Master Andorra, I don't know where you got the information from. I think we are smuggling arms, but this is undoubtedly false and wrong. This is just a trade fleet heading to the Antolia continent. Your current behavior has seriously affected the itinerary of our fleet and caused huge commercial losses to us. I personally recommend that you give up the inspection now and leave as soon as possible, otherwise you are afraid that you will not be able to bear the responsibility."

Rambo Andorra was too lazy to answer, so he walked directly to the left porthole of the command room with his hands behind his back, and looked around at the numerous cargo ships outside the window with interest.

Captain Liszt shrugged: "If you persist, I will not stop you. But afterwards, we will protest to your superiors about this matter and issue a list of claims for today's losses. In addition, your fbi abuses his power and uses public power to wantonly suppress and interfere with the normal business operations of our company will also be reported to the newspapers in the next few days."

These words were futile, and Rambo Andorra still looked into the distance without caring.

However, as time went by, the agent's supervisor's brow began to condense into an insignificant character. He took the walkie-talkie in his hand to his mouth.

"What's going on? Carl, isn't it done yet?"

“There’s something wrong here,”

The sound from the walkie-talkie was a little panicked: "We have opened more than 20 boxes, and they are all empty. You have to wait a little longer, we may need more time."

Rambo Andorra's pupils suddenly opened and turned his head to look at Li Mochen's direction.

The latter is using satellite phones to communicate with Senator Claire.
Chapter completed!