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Chapter 101 The Boy in the Heavy Rain (Please subscribe)

On October 2007, 10, it rained heavily at night.

Thick black clouds are like surging pythons, rolling over the Chicago port, as if they are trying to crush this windy city in the United States.

A crackling thunder exploded above the heads of all beings. Thousands of tons of water poured down like a blanket. Strong winds followed the pace of the rain and made waves in the port. A 100-ton cargo ship whizzed in the turbulent Lake Michigan. A swaying creaking sound.

Chicago's weather forecast had predicted the typhoon's arrival days earlier.

This storm, known as the "Siren", landed on time at the port of this windy city on the night of October 10th.

After sweeping through New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Michigan, the evil wind finally blew to Chicago.

The Port of Chicago, one of the largest ports in the United States, became the final landing place of Typhoon "Kraken".

As evening approached, sharp storm warnings spread throughout the port area, and all the workers responsible for unloading the cargo and the busy supervisors fled away from the port as if they were fleeing.

Only the 100-ton cargo ships anchored on the sea-like Lake Michigan and thousands of container work containers were left behind.

Normally, in this kind of extreme weather that can be called a natural disaster, no one can brave the harsh environment to enter and exit the port. Even those giant ships weighing thousands of tons will have difficulty docking at the port.

But... no powerful storm can withstand the greed of human beings.

Raymont Rodriguez, wearing a black raincoat, is waiting at the A3 warehouse in the Port of Chicago. He is preparing to complete a transaction worth tens of millions of dollars in this stormy day tonight.

Raymond looked at the distant Lake Michigan, where the storm turned the entire lake black.

Behind him, the lightbulb was blown left and right like dusk by the air flowing in from various gaps, dragging Raymond's shadow on the ground and swaying unsteadily, as if it was a subtle expression of the second-in-command of the Chicago Mafia at this time. The same inside.

The heavy rainwater was like spraying from a shower head all over the sky, hitting the middle-aged white male with a loud sound on the face, but Raymond still did not dodge, looking at the waterproof handmade watch on his wrist expressionlessly.

Nine twenty.

There are only ten minutes left before the transaction.

Raymond frowned as he looked at the waterspouts that kept gathering on Lake Michigan, feeling a little anxious in his heart.

He didn't expect the storm to be so big tonight.

This multi-million-dollar deal was finalized a week ago, and it is related to whether their gang can take down the entire Chicago underground force in one fell swoop in this era of fierce fighting.

But at this time, Raymond looked at Lake Michigan, which was ravaged by storms and heavy rains outside the warehouse, and was a little worried about whether the buyer could reach the port safely.

What he cared about was not the partner he had never met, but the boxes worth tens of millions of dollars.

In fact, it's not that Raymond didn't ask for a delay of a few days to wait for the typhoon to pass before trading.

But the "mysterious" seller seemed to be missing a leg and insisted on trading on the day the typhoon made landfall, on the grounds that "stormy weather would be more convenient."

It's really convenient. It's so convenient to sink the people and the boat directly to the bottom of the lake.

Raymond looked at Lake Michigan in the distance, where waterspouts kept rising like a fantasy scene, and he couldn't help but complain.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a loud sound of water waves bursting suddenly came from a distance!

"Boom——"

The violent sound startled the experienced gangster, his head suddenly retracted his collar, and his body reflexively rolled behind the bunker. Then Raymond blinked his green eyes and squinted warily at the source of the sound.

I saw a huge black shadow cutting through the waves on Lake Michigan, like a chariot of the gods, coming through the air with a crushing force!

The huge spotlight was like a sharp sword, directly tearing through the ink-like storm, all the way to the port of Chicago, preparing to force a landing in front of the oncoming turbulent waves.

Raymond's eyes widened. It was hard to imagine that in such extreme weather, there would be such a captain who was not afraid of death.

But if you think about it carefully, can people who can persist in choosing to trade during typhoons and storms still be normal people?
What this kind of lunatic-like fanatic did at this time was very consistent with their personality.

After all, dragging a medium-sized ship to the port despite the obstruction of level 8 winds, no patient in the early stages of mental illness would be able to do such a thing to seek death.

The white water splashed by the anchor dropped and hit the dark rock wall in waves. The ship, which was killing the storm like ink, finally stopped like a sleeping giant.

It was as if the violent waves around it couldn't shake its majestic body.

A figure holding a black umbrella jumped off the medium-tonnage ship vigorously. Raymond hid behind the container. When he saw this scene, he immediately turned on the strong flashlight switch in his hand.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light instantly opened a "channel" in the dark rainy night, guiding the figures lost in the darkness to find light.

This is the handover signal agreed between Raymond and the other party.

It was obvious that the other party had received his message. The black shadow held a black umbrella and walked calmly towards warehouse A3.

After a while, Raymond, who was hiding behind the container, saw a figure in a black formal suit at the door of the warehouse. He held a black umbrella in his left hand and seemed to be carrying a box in his right hand. He walked in quickly and firmly.

Through the dim light emitted from the warehouse, he finally saw clearly that what the other person was holding in his right hand was a silver-white suitcase engraved with a relief of the half-decayed World Tree.

After confirming his identity with the agreed-upon badge, Raymond turned off the bright flashlight in his hand, took out a whistle that imitated the calls of birds, and blew it.

"Yu——"

The piercing chirping sound was heard along with the rattling sound of the storm hitting the ground.

Then he slowly walked out from behind the container and looked at the upright figure standing at the warehouse door.

"You're late."

Raymond spoke coldly. He was going to take advantage of his home court advantage to put some psychological pressure on the opponent first, intending to take the lead in the subsequent negotiations.

He knew that the power involved in the deal with their gang this time was unusual, but as the second-in-command in the organization, Raymond knew that he must not reveal his weakness from the beginning.

So he was ready to take advantage of his local power and give the opponent a good start.

"Where are the items traded?"

But contrary to expectations, the figure ignored Raymond's words and went straight to the point, passing him by and walking deeper into the warehouse.

At this moment of brushing against each other, Raymond was stunned for a moment, with an incredible look in his eyes.

too young.

He didn't expect that the person sent by the other party to deal with one of Chicago's top gangsters... turned out to be a boy no more than 20 years old?

(End of this chapter)