Li Mochen indeed called Zoe Dorlington, director of the Atlanta field department, and his tone was unpolite.

"Minister Dorlington, I can't ignore such provocations. You even used warships to kill me, right? Your subordinates even handcuffed me without any evidence."

"Is this for me right? You have implicated my friend's ships, who have been delayed by more than an hour at sea. I must declare solemnly that all the weapons on our ships are registered and have legal certificates."

"No, I won't forward the phone to him, I will watch what you do. My Rising Media will keep an eye on this matter."

When Li Mochen finished the communication, he looked at the agent supervisor next to the porthole with a playful look: "So you have to stick with it, right? You have to stick with it until we find out our smuggling evidence?"

Rambo Andorra did not answer, but his face was as gloomy as water. He had realized that he might have fallen into the trap set by the other party.

Korambo really didn't want to give up. At Hewan Wharf, he watched the boxes loading the ship with his own eyes.

During this period, more than one insider reported to them, and there was even a quasi-legendary shadow man who sneaked into the dock warehouse and confirmed the situation of the goods.

Especially today, the whole process of loading and unloading the batch of arms by those barges was under their attention. Why did they end up with some empty boxes?

His face was cold and he still stood in front of the porthole and waited quietly.

However, as time passed by little by little, Rambo's mood gradually became cold and silent.

About an hour and twelve minutes later, his assistant communicated with him again with the help of a walkie-talkie, and the person's words were filled with frustration: "We have become the chief, and there are no arms. We have searched nearly half of the containers. They are all daily necessities, and they have been reported to the customs. We have not found any evidence. I think there will be no gains if we continue to unbox it."

Rambo Andorra looked at Li Mochen sideways, and then replied coldly: "If you can't find it, then stop the team."

"But sir, we have some other troubles."

The sound inside the intercom seemed ashamed: "Our people had conflicts with some crew members, and their movements might be a little rough. Especially on the Lola, due to the crew's discouple, they fired and injured people. The wound was on the thigh and was not fatal. I don't know, the situation was a bit strange, or it might be because I thought this time was pretty sure, and everyone was a little excited. Then, they had a few reporters on the boat, and I don't know how much they recorded."

Rambo held the walkie-talkie's hand and suddenly his veins swelled up: "Is there any more?"

"Also, when we were on the boat, several of our anti-smuggling ships collided with the cargo ship. What should I say? At least from the surface, it still looks a bit serious."

Rambo Andorra couldn't help but breathe a breath: "All members will conquer the team, let's talk about the details after they go back."

Just as the agent supervisor walked out of the bridge command room, Li Mochen sneered and said, "Mr. Andorra, you don't think this matter will end like this, right?"

"Of course not!"

Rambo Andorra turned his head, his eyes darkened: "No matter what kind of means you have, Mr. Wiltonstein, I will wait for you."

After this person left, although most people on the bridge were not sure, they were all smiling happily.

After all, if they really get evidence by the government this time, everyone here will inevitably have to go to the Savannah Coast Branch of FBI.

Angela patted her breasts and said, "Do you know, when I was at the dock just now, my illusion almost revealed. This guy has at least five magic hunters above level 15. Fortunately, they are afraid of alarming the snakes and dare not get close."

Li Mochen noticed that Angela looked lingering in fear on the surface, but in fact she was implicitly proud, and just put the words "Praise me quickly" on her forehead. He couldn't help but laugh and pinch Angela's straight little nose.

"So after thinking about it, only Angel's illusion can hide it from them. My judgment is correct, right?"

Most illusions in this world just make people illusions. And his Anqi is manifested in real objects, and even has a real touch and weight, which is much more clever than the former.

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At this time, Zoe Dorlington, the director of the Atlanta field department, was sweating profusely.

"Hey! Zoe, you are not kind. Everyone is doing business in Antolia, howard, van Pitt, and Laford, don't they have commercial routes there? You FBI must stare at our ship, right? Or, Zoe, you and the one behind you are deliberately targeting our Linden family?"

"Don't tell me jokes, okay? Zoe, without your acquiescence, he wouldn't dare to be so unscrupulous. It's incredible that you even used the South Carolina-class submarine of the military."

"If it's not you, then take care of your people, the Andorra supervisor of the Savannah Coast Division, you can't let him bite people outside like a mad dog."

"Anyway, I don't want this to happen again. Otherwise, we, the Linden Press Group, will consider ending some of the current cooperation with you, and I mean all aspects."

Less than half a minute after the exchange with the Deputy Speaker of the Georgia Senate who was born in the Linden family, Zoe Dorlington received another call, but this time it was from a confidential line inside.

At this time, his female secretary also came to the door with a cold expression: "Sir, Lieutenant General Nathan Keme, assistant deputy director."

Zoe Dorlington couldn't help but sigh and reluctantly picked up the phone. He knew that this person was the son-in-law of the Targaryen family.

"Supervisor Dorlington, I want to know, what's going on with the Alliance Wings? My secretary told me that their ship was intercepted by our people at sea? So, are they found evidence of the Alliance Wings smuggling arms?"

"Yes, Mr. Lieutenant General."

Zoe Dorlington's words were cautious: "This matter was led by Rambo Andorra, and according to the circumstances we have learned, no smuggling arms were found on their ships."

"So what are you going to do with Director Dorlington?"

Lieutenant General Nathan Keme expressed his dissatisfaction in his words: "Do you understand? Dorlington, both the military and the FBI have a common and tacit way of handling the transactions on the Antolia continent."

"Yes, this is an illegal act, and it is contrary to the common agreement reached by the United Nations, but it is in line with the national interests of America. This sentence, even in the public questioning meeting between the Senate and the House of Representatives, I will speak out for the sake of this sentence."

"I don't care about your personal grudges and using public power to fight the enemy. But since there is no evidence on the ship, someone must take responsibility. A Rambo Andorra is not enough, and he, a C2-level trainee supervisor, cannot afford it. By the way, I have reported this to the Vice President and the Director, and the two of them expressed concern about this incident."

When Lieutenant General Nathan Keme hung up the phone, Zoe Dorlington couldn't help but lean back and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
Chapter completed!