Chapter 514: ‘Basra’ Street

Just when Li Zhiyang was at his home and was about to fall asleep, Randall had just arrived at the port from the Boston airport.

Along the way, he listened to his own manpower and sent reports from the port. After he sent people to stare at the cargo ships here.

But his personnel have sent back a lot of information, which is also very interesting to Randall, that is, the goods loaded on the ship are indeed suspicious.

The loaders and unloaders were notified in the afternoon and asked them to come to work in the evening, and their wages were not low, but they were forbidden to spread any news here. If they had big mouths, they would not get their jobs.

Everything that happened here was the other Ukrainian cargo ships, which seemed particularly suspicious.

Before Randall boarded the plane, the cargo ships had already started loading, but it was obvious that several ships of such a large size could not be loaded in such a short time.

Detroit is not too far from Boston, but it only took less than two hours to fly. Even during the flight, Randall did not relax the monitoring of wherever he was. His men were sending the messages to him at any time.

Randall did not take the order to arrest him for a long distance. He had to wait until he arrived and issued an order that he would become the one who got the largest piece of cake.

After getting off the plane, Randall, regardless of his body that had not eaten for a day, got on the bus and headed straight to the dock. At his order to go to the dock, he had already asked the agents who arrived in advance to be on standby at any time, and just waited for him to take action immediately. This time, he must capture the guys and capture them in one go.

Soon, several Chevrolet overbearing cars took Randall and his group to Boston Harbor. As soon as he got off the bus at the port, the person in charge of the Boston area of ​​Cia came up. The guy was named Carl, and he was also a member of Randall's group.

"Boss, the staff is in place, just waiting for your arrival. Now the young men can take action at any time."

Carl said as soon as he saw Randall.

"Okay, are there any better sight? I want to see the dogs raised with our own eyes and be caught by us."

Randall said passionately.

"Yes, we requisitioned an office with a great view in the port dispatch office, where can you go to direct the operation."

Carl had already studied his boss's preferences, and of course he knew what this guy Randall was thinking.

"Okay, let's go where we are now."

After hearing this, Randall waved his hand. Carl immediately led the way and took the crowds of people following Randall to the office.

Randall was anxious and had not been away in a total of more than ten minutes. He finished it in a few minutes. He arrived at the office and looked down.

It was indeed an excellent location. Any situation below could be seen clearly. Randall didn't say much. He waved his hand and followed his confidants, Robert, Paul, and others, and took their subordinates and field agents out to participate in the operation.

About a few minutes later, his staff sent him reports from various locations.

“No. 1 is in place, and the vision is clear.”

“No. 2 is in place, there is no obstruction in front, and the vision is very clear.”

“No. 3 is in place…”

After receiving the in-place report to the unit, Randall picked up the step-by-step phone and said enthusiastically.

"All groups should be careful, act now, remember that there should be no one that misses the net."

After saying that, Randall put down his walkie-talkie and looked down from the office dozens of meters high. He saw a few pairs of people rushing out from every corner of the port and heading straight for the Ukrainian cargo ships loading.

The operation was carried out beautifully, all the personnel cooperated well, and the tactical actions were executed very resolutely and beautifully. There were almost no blind spots on the entire scene.

From the height of Randall, looking down, you can only see about five or six groups of people, lined up with long snake formations, and rushed straight to the cargo ships that were loading from all directions.

Randall was confident when he saw this. He knew that this operation was right. Those damn smugglers had no way to escape.

Unless they jump into the cold North Atlantic waters in December, in such a late night, jumping into the sea of ​​such temperature is almost like committing suicide.

If no one rescued him, it would probably take less than twenty minutes before those who jumped into the sea would turn into ice poms

Randall believed that compared to surrendering, few people wanted to die at this time.

Just when Randall thought things would go well, an accident happened, and the agents soon arrived at the cargo yard where the goods were transported.

The porters had no reaction or resistance, but when they were about to board the ship for inspection, an accident happened.

On a Ukrainian cargo ship parked at Pier 3, a bullet suddenly fired at the special agent team that was about to board the ship

The special agent team is worthy of being a well-trained offensive force. Although the two players who rushed to the front were knocked down, the special agent team immediately fought back.

When he saw the two team members rushing in the front, they were suddenly shot to the ground by bullets shot from the ship, Randall couldn't help but curse.

These dogs are kept.”

As an old agent who has been mingled in the Middle East and Africa, Randol Danger heard those sounds coming to the most famous weapon of the former Soviet Union. Damn it

Moreover, Randall also knew that such a gun was quite unreliable in high-precision shooting at long distances, but the firepower shot from the ship was quite sudden and not close, about two or three hundred meters away. Within such a distance, he could knock down his team members with the first two shots.

Randall knew that something was wrong, it seemed that he had encountered a tough guy

Just when Randall was still panicking for the big things and was a little scared, a fierce gunfight was launched at Pier 3, and a large number of automatic firearms were launched.

The scene was in a mess immediately. They were standing by the side to watch the fun, but many porters were now in a big trouble. There were several unlucky guys. Because the distance was relatively close, they were shot by bullets that were accidentally shot on the spot and knocked over to the ground on the spot.

The agents hid under the ship and took advantage of the terrain and the dim sky to shoot upwards.

However, the opponent also has the advantage of darkness, and after all, the members of the special agent team are working hard from bottom to top, and they suffer a great loss from the shooting angle.

However, the firepower on the ship was quite fierce, and their shooting accuracy was quite high. At first glance, they were veterans who had been trained and tested on the battlefield.

After several rounds of shooting, the firepower of the agents was gradually suppressed, and several agents left the field with injuries.

Randall was so angry that he kicked a trash can beside him. When did he suffer such a big loss? The other party was so bold that he did not cooperate with the work of federal agents like this? Is there any other way to do this?

"Karl, Karl, where is our helicopter? When will it arrive?"

Carl, the Boston area leader who wanted to stand beside him, shouted that as early as the gunmen on the ship suddenly opened fire, Randall realized the disadvantage of the geographical conditions of his agents.

At that time, he had already summoned the support of the helicopter, but the support of the plane did not come so quickly. In just a few minutes, his special agent team lost several more members.

At this time, his snipers finally got to the position of the gantry crane. As early as when the attack began, Carl did not expect to encounter such fierce resistance.

You should know that this is the mainland of the United States. After the 9/11 incident, there has been no such large-scale gun battle with authoritative authorities and violently resisting the French.

So he didn't call a sniper at all. In his opinion, this assault was as simple as a palm. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a strong resistance?

Now Carl's face turned green. He knew that even if the operation was successful, he would be in great trouble. He must be responsible for the casualties in this operation. He believed that this was the most serious casualties in a domestic operation since the establishment of the US CIA.

At this time, Randall was in a very complicated mood. On the one hand, he felt sad for the young men who were knocked to the ground as soon as the battle happened.

But on the other hand, he felt an unspeakable joy. What was the reason for the other party's resistance so fiercely? Isn't it because the ship was loaded with extremely shameful cargo?

The stronger the other party resisted, Randall knew that he was right this time, and the ship was definitely what he wanted.

What he has to do now is to take down these ships at all costs and bring all the people on the ship to justice

The gunshots at the port have woken up the nearby residents. Many people want to get close to see the fun, but the gunshots like fried beans have let everyone go.

After all, lively is precious, but life is more expensive. If you lose your life just to watch a lively event, it is definitely the most undeserved deal.

But there are still some people who have taken out their phones and dialed to major news media in the United States...

At this time, several Cia Director Mike Hayden had called Randall's phone, but Randall was in trouble now, so he didn't have time to explain to the Director.

So he didn't answer these calls at all, and several people in the family who had close ties with him also called. However, at this time, Randall was already possessed and he had no time to pay attention to these calls. He just thought about how to capture the cargo ships.

In order not to be disturbed by these peripheral phones, Randall simply turned off his phone directly.

Soon several Black Hawks transferred from nearby naval bases were in place, and they carried out very favorable suppression and fire at the fire points on the ships in the air.

In order to ensure that there are not too many people and facilities to protect the port, the Blackhawk did not use rockets to attack, but used a 7.62-caliber Galin machine gun on the flank of the aircraft to suppress the firepower points on the No. 3 cargo ship very strongly.

The large-caliber bullets shot from the air are much more powerful than those. Many gunmen who shoot down on the boat are shot down by the dense rain of bullets that come like rain as soon as they are opened, or some are simply beaten into a pool of mud.

Several gunmen's fortresses hiding in metal cabins and shooting out with hanging windows were even shot by 7.62mm machine gun bullets, which were shot everywhere.

Of course, such a cargo ship would not have protective armor like a warship, so the 7.62mm machine gun bullets are enough to penetrate such an iron cabin and shoot the people inside one by one.

There were several metal bunkers, even being hit by a bullet storm like pouring rain, and the metal bunkers exploded in the air seemed so gorgeous.

In the dark land line below, the special agent team members who were suppressed by the gunmen on the ship for a long time were finally relieved. They must spread all the anger that had just been beaten.

A team member of the agent suddenly jumped out of the corner and shouted.

"Securities Team, rush and kick those guys in the ass, Huha"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead in running to the cargo ship's ladder. Obviously, he wanted to take advantage of the great opportunity that the gunmen on the ship were suppressed by the Black Hawks and rushed onto the cargo ship in one breath.

After such a leading example, many agents who were hiding in the corner and were suppressed by the firepower on the ship and could not lift their heads all flashed out of the hidden corner and rushed up the stairs of the ship with loud shouts.

Soon they waited to half of the hanger of the ship, and the black hawks above the ship were also hovering and suppressing it.

Now, there is basically no firepower on the No. 3 ship, and everything seems quite calm. It seems that the gunmen are either shot to death by the firepower of the helicopter, or have already gotten out of the cabin and are waiting to fight guerrillas.

But just as the agents were almost on board the deck of Ship 3, a rocket with tail flame suddenly shot out from Ship 2, which had just been silent.

At this time, Landoor, who had just been in the office upstairs, could no longer hold back. He really didn't expect that these bandits were equipped with such powerful firepower.

What did they do, damn US Customs, damn US Coast Guard? Do these bastards regard this place as Basra? As Juarez, Mexico?

How much has these guys charged? How could they let these bastards transport such powerful firepower to the United States?

Just as Randall was still greetings, the mother of the customs officer, and the direct female relatives of the head of the Coast Guard.

A black hawk that had been hovering over the No. 3 ship was already hit by the rpg rocket.

In fact, when the rocket was fired on the No. 2 ship, the helicopter had already discovered it. He also made a dodge move, but the distance was too close and there was no time to do too many maneuvering moves, so the Black Hawk was shot down.

The Black Hawk, who was just majestic, exploded into a fire above the port in an instant, giving Americans a grand fireworks ceremony.
To be continued...