Heavy rain is beating against the containers at Terminal 7 of Busan Port, and dark red rusty water is flowing on the metal surface. Kim Tae-woo clenched the Czech CZ75 pistol inserted under his ribs. This was the last gift left by his father when he took over as the president of the Beluga Society at the age of eighteen.
The salty sea breeze seeping out of the cracks in the container carries the sounds of quarrels in Japanese and Hokkien. The black Chinese tunic suits of Taiwan's Qinglin Gang and the snake-print suits of Japan's Ji Tokai formed a river of confrontation between the gray cargo boxes. Kim Tae-woo's leather shoe ran over a deformed brass bullet casing on the ground - the fourth failed transaction in three days.
"President Jin, don't you think there have been too many accidents recently?" Lin Suzhen, the second-in-command of the Qinglin Gang, scratched the bullet holes on the surface of the container with her jade-encrusted fingernails. The female gunmen behind her in modified cheongsam opened the safety bolt at the same time. Fifteen meters away, the Japanese shotgun barrel shone coldly in the rain.
Kim Taewoo's temples throbbed. The cocaine shipped from Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, disappeared on the high seas. The arms promised by Sicily were delayed for half a month. Now even the most basic smuggling channels are beginning to get out of control. He touched the yellowed photo in the inner pocket of his suit - in Manhattan, New York, in 1992, six young people of different skin colors stood in front of the Statue of Liberty and clinked glasses. At that time, the "Gray Curtain Council" could still maintain the balance of the underground world.
The scraping sound of leather boot soles suddenly came from the top of the container. The moment Kim Tae-woo rolled to dodge, twelve HK MP5s equipped with silencers poured bullets from three directions. The jade pendant on Lin Suzhen's chest exploded in the blood mist. Her last gesture was not towards the enemy, but towards the twin lighthouses outside the port area.
