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After copying the eavesdropping Trojan program onto a tablet and handing it over to Jiang Zhentai, Jack arranged for the family to stay and went out. The Wolfe brothers had already sent a message saying that the ship they were on had arrived at the port.

But Jack was still quite confused when he saw these two guys appear in front of him in white naval officer uniforms.

"Is this what you call a small fishing boat?" Jack pointed at a cargo ship anchored in the harbor with a displacement of at least tens of thousands of tons and the prefix "USNS" in front of the ship's name painted on the side, and was dumbfounded.

"I'm talking about a small boat. It has nothing to do with fishing. This is a transport ship that is leased by the Navy Military Command for a long time. It is considered to be a very small cargo ship."

Braxton looked pretty good in his navy uniform, but his military temperament was immediately ruined the moment he put his arm around Jack's shoulder with a smile.

In contrast, Chris, who always had a stern face, looked more like an active-duty naval officer than him.

"Is it really okay to pretend to be a naval officer?" Jack felt that these two guys were a little too wild.

Braxton pointed to the name on the side of the cargo ship and explained, "See that USNS? Only ships with USS on them are active warships. USNS stands for naval auxiliary ship.

Only the captain, first mate, and second mate are civilian officers. All the sailors are civilians. Captain Thompson is one of us, so don't worry."

Chris added, "The ship will stay at Incheon Port for three days, and then return directly to the U.S. If you still can't get it done within three days, we will think of other ways."

Jack estimated in his mind that if the drugs could not be found, the Taiwanese gang would cause trouble for Zhou Xingzhe tomorrow night, and three days should be more than enough.

If they were anywhere else, the two men in U.S. Navy uniforms would still be quite conspicuous, but in South Korea, especially in Incheon Port, it was a different story.

Along the way, naval sailors in uniform saluted the two captains from time to time. Judging from their hurried steps, they had obviously been stuck at sea for too long and were eager to go ashore to have some fun.

After finding a hotel to settle the two of them, Jack handed them two mobile phones and left in a hurry because Ma Xidao had just called him and said that the body of Huang Dongjun's boss, the missing Team Leader Zheng of the Northern Police Department's Narcotics Division, had been found.

When Jack hurried to the morgue of a hospital near Incheon Port, Ma Xidao with a gloomy face and Huang Dongjun with a grief-stricken look had just arrived.

"The body was washed up by the tide and was discovered by people fishing nearby who called the police." Huang Dongjun started to cry as he spoke. He choked up and couldn't speak, and the photo in his hand kept shaking.

Jack took the scene photos in his hand. The body was wrapped in layers of plastic film, tied with ropes, and finally iron blocks were put on the head, waist and feet before being thrown into the sea.

Originally this was a safe way to dispose of the body, but for some reason, perhaps because the body was decaying and expanding, one of the loosely tied iron blocks fell off.

Because it was wrapped in plastic film, the body eventually floated to the surface of the sea under the influence of the decaying gases. It could be considered as God's will.

"Well, let's not wait for the forensic doctor. I'll go in and take a look first. You guys call Prosecutor Kim Junho." Jack said as he put on protective clothing.

Huang Dongjun looked at him with tears in his eyes, as if he wanted to express his gratitude but didn't know where to start.

More than an hour later, Jack walked out of the morgue and began to take off his smelly protective gear. Huang Dongjun looked at the FBI with an ugly face, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"When exactly did your team leader Zheng disappear?" Jack asked.

"Almost a week ago. It was the night six days ago." Huang Dongjun replied with a trembling voice.

"That person must have been killed on the day he disappeared. There are scars all over his body from being beaten, especially on his head. His jawbone is shattered and his skull is fractured. He is almost unrecognizable."

Jack paused, and continued reluctantly, "But the cause of death was suffocation, which means he was thrown into the sea alive."

Huang Dongjun collapsed to the ground when he heard this, buried his head in his knees and sobbed, "How should I explain to my sister-in-law? His two children are not even ten years old!"

"Asiba" Although there was no expression on Ma Xidao's face, his cheeks were slightly bulging and a three-character classic popped out from between his teeth.

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"Asibaba, it seems we can't rely on the law to punish him." Ma Xidao sent Huang Dongjun away on the pretext of dealing with the aftermath. As soon as he got into the car, he raised his triangular eyes and looked ferocious.

Jack raised his phone and said, "Don't be impatient. He is already discussing with his men about running away."

Ma Xidao exhaled two heavy breaths from his nose, like an angry bull, "These bastards are too unscrupulous. They even didn't let their fellow police officers go. In your America, guys like this would be shot to death, right?"

"Hmm," Jack tilted his head slightly as if thinking, "The one I met recently shot himself in the head right in front of me."

Ma Xidao's breathing stagnated slightly, and then he shook his head irritably, "South Korea does not have the death penalty. The maximum sentence for killing someone is ten or twenty years. This bastard can't commit suicide."

Jack glanced at him for a long time, and then asked quietly, "Are you serious?"

The latter nodded heavily without any hesitation, "Of course!"

But soon Ma Xidao showed a hesitant expression again, "Speaking of which, I can pretend that I didn't see anything else, but as for the money, can you leave some for me at the end?"

Jack was slightly stunned. Why were they thinking about dividing the money before the matter was done? Then he suddenly realized, "Are you thinking about giving it to the family of Team Leader Zheng?"

"It doesn't need to be a lot, just enough for his two children to grow up safely." Ma Xidao looked quite embarrassed.

Jack smiled and high-fived him, "It's a deal. From now on we are real friends."

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Late at night, a light flashed across the dark room. After a burst of giggling, there was a sudden sound of a cell phone vibrating, followed by a deliberately suppressed voice.

"Brother, I'm still looking."

"You must find the stuff for me. If we don't deliver it tomorrow, those Taiwanese won't let us go."

"Got it. I will find the things even if I have to tear down all the walls here."

After the call was disconnected, not long after, the flashlight came on again, and there was indeed a loud sound of wall-banging coming from inside the room.

At the same time, about a hundred meters away from here, a BMW car with its engine turned off was parked among a row of vehicles parked on the roadside, inconspicuous.

Jack took off his Bluetooth headset and smiled at Ma Xidao, "Am I right? Zhou Xingzhe is almost going crazy, and his people are looking for that batch of goods everywhere."

Ma Xidao tried to lower his sturdy body and peered at the Japanese-style building in the distance. "Is this the office of Hikita, the Korean branch of the Ichijo Group?"

Jack nodded. "I went in during the day and saw that many people must have died. There was blood all over the walls and the ground. The killers from Japan must have cleaned up this place first and then went to the hotel to find Hiketa."

"A lot of people died?" Ma Xidao was a little confused, because there was not even a cordon in front of or behind the house.