HP black wizard in the United States comics

As a coastal city, Gotham City has a large number of natural harbors along its long coastline, some of which date back to the 18th century.

Some of these ports have been expanded and renovated.Others were abandoned.Because the cargo capacity is too small, it can no longer meet the needs of the modern transportation industry.

Although several of these ports are laborious, there are still cargo ships coming and going.Escape customs and coast guard and deliver those special cargo.

The police and customs officers either turn a blind eye to these illegal activities or simply get a piece of the action themselves.

Whether it's smuggling or selling certain drugs.These ports can make a lot of money every day.

These nominally abandoned places are all operating day and night.But some things are so dangerous that they can only be traded at night.

For example, a group of people are unloading cargo at the port.

The old port was small and lacked capacity.Therefore, it can only accommodate ships like the small passenger ship anchored on the sea.

In the interest of absolute confidentiality, there are no weight machines and no transport workers.After all, these factors are unstable.It may also expose their illegal activities.Needless to say, workers have mouths, and even if their lives are in danger, it is difficult to stop the news from leaking out.The large-scale purchase of transportation equipment will inevitably attract the attention of some government departments. Although they are confident that they can handle it, they will definitely have to spend a lot of money for it.So they abandon the purchase.

There is no machinery and no workers.Therefore, everything must be transported by the gangsters themselves.

And the cargo they transported seemed extremely heavy.Because the thing seemed to bend very hard when they pressed it, so it must be some kind of heavy metal.

The night was also dark, and these people didn't turn on the lights, so mistakes and falls were inevitable.

A blond white man wearing a jacket was carrying a heavy load, and no one was paying attention to his feet.He tripped over the uneven ground.He fell straight to the ground.The wooden box he was carrying on his back also fell to the ground and fell apart.

A small box hit the ground, but it made a huge noise.

Strangely the sound sounded like metal instead of wood.

The wooden box shattered.The goods carried inside were scattered on the ground. Several other people saw it and did not scold him. Instead, they bent down to help him pick it up without saying a word.

The darkness brought by the night obscured their movements, and even Lanier, who was floating high in the sky, could not clearly see the goods on the ground.

This darkness is the reason why they choose to work in the dark at night.

Panting, Wesker pushed the goods in his hands onto the truck, then turned around to help the slowest person.

"Hurry up, don't delay. Have you installed everything? Are you sure the back door is closed? Okay, let's go faster." He asked softly.

The sound was so subtle that his companions had to open their ears as wide as possible to hear it.

Although apart from the sellers, they were the only ones on the dock.

The small truck gradually started to move, and the motor made a burst of sound.The quiet dock is far away from the boat, and there are also a few harsh sounds when the truck hits the nearby cement pier.

Because even though the truck was moving, they didn't turn on the headlights.

They stayed in this black light pattern until they turned onto the main road and blended into sporadic traffic.

Wesker breathed a long sigh of relief, spread his legs and rested his head on the passenger seat.

"Okay, Tom, it's done, there's nothing to worry about. It's a nice deal. I expect to make about a million to two million by the time we get the goods on the plane. Tobacco, Firearms and Alcohol Control The bureau can’t control us.”

Wesker said happily and patted the driver's shoulder with his hand.

"Relax, man. There's nothing to worry about. We're not doing anything evil. It's just a shipment of unlicensed tobacco, for God's sake. The tobacco we sell isn't any worse than the government's, you know. , we are even cheaper than what the government sells.”

The driver's face was still very bad.

"No matter what, I don't feel good."

The driver named Tom said this.

He's so scared of you that his hands are shaking.Finally, he had to take the cigarette out of his pocket and put it on his mouth, hoping that this would calm him down.

as he turned to Wesker and asked for a light for his cigarette.A black shadow flashed past the rearview mirror.

The hounds from hell pursued them.