Chapter 399: Search

"Larich, suppress immediately?"

Wang Daina narrowed her eyes, showing a hint of surprise: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Li Mochen said without hesitation: "Of course, if you can gather evidence during the suppression, that would be best."

He had a state-of-the-art destroyer at hand and a demigod-level force on board, so he didn't intend to tie his own hands during the voyage.

If anyone was dissatisfied, they could get lost!

"Understood!"

Wang Daina bowed again: "I will follow your will."

After Wang Daina left with her people, Hazel, standing beside Li Mochen, smacked her lips and said: "This woman, she's the one who would do anything for you, right? She's quite pretty."

Li Mochen chuckled and turned to the captain of the 'Troia': "Captain Lister, notify all ships to set sail at nine o'clock sharp. During the voyage, Brigadier General Wallace Clayton will be the commander, with authority over all vessels."

It was now 8:45, and their ships soon left the dock one after another, forming a mighty fleet ten kilometers from Savannah Harbor, slowly heading toward the Savannah River.

They waited there for about an hour, and then a total of fourteen five-thousand-ton barges slowly emerged from the river mouth under the cover of fog.

Next came loading and unloading, but halfway through the process, the 'First Dawn' issued an alert. Two South Carolina-class submarines suddenly surfaced, and over a hundred patrol boats of various sizes pierced through the white mist like arrows, surrounding them from all directions.

The incessant broadcasts were also piercing eardrums.

"Attention! Attention! We are the FBI! We are the FBI! All vessels, cut your engines and submit to inspection, or face the consequences!"

Li Mochen immediately walked to the bridge command room. Angela, who had boarded the ship at some unknown time, followed behind and stood by the porthole, looking outside with excited eyes.

"Wow, they even deployed military submarines."

The people in the command room, unaware of the reason, all wore worried expressions.

Li Mochen was also secretly amazed, thinking what a grand scene this was. The person behind this had astonishing influence, able to directly deploy forces from the Navy, and indeed could evade the Targaryen family's reach.

As he pondered, he glanced at Captain Lister, who understood and, after adjusting the frequency, picked up the intercom: "This is the 'Troia'! This is the 'Troia'! The boss's orders: all ships cut engines, all ships cut engines, do not resist."

Soon, a middle-aged man in a bulletproof vest and navy camouflage, with an imposing demeanor, boarded the 'Troia' with a large group of uniformed men. In the command room, he smiled knowingly and extended his hand to Li Mochen.

"Hello, let me introduce myself. I'm Rambo Andor, the current head of the FBI's Anti-Smuggling and Anti-Human Trafficking Unit."

"Li Mochen."

Li Mochen raised an eyebrow and shook hands with him.

The next moment, his right wrist was handcuffed. The FBI agent主管 smiled with a hint of smugness: "You're under arrest, Mr. Wiltonshtain. We suspect you are the mastermind behind this arms smuggling case, and we have solid evidence. Now formally—"

But before he could finish, Mike Ross's figure emerged from the side.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Andor! I must clarify that you do not have the right to arrest my client."

Rambo Andor glanced sideways at him, immediately identifying his profession: "Lawyer?"

"Yes, Mike Ross, Mr. Wiltonshtain's personal attorney."

Mike Ross handed over his business card and said solemnly: "Mr. Andor, first, you have no evidence that this fleet is involved in smuggling. Second, even if you find smuggled goods, my client has nothing to do with it. He is merely traveling to the Antoria continent with his girlfriend and temporarily rented a cabin on this ship. We can provide complete documentation. He is just a guest on this vessel."

Rambo Andor sneered: "So, this ship isn't his, right?"

Mike replied expressionlessly: "As far as I know, its ownership belongs to Troia Shipping Company. Mr. Andor, if you believe this is related to my client, please provide evidence to prove it."

The agent主管 gritted his teeth; he couldn't prove it now. The so-called 'Troia Shipping' was an offshore company with complex equity. To thoroughly investigate, they would need to obtain investigation authority from the court.

"Then can I invite Mr. Wiltonshtain back for assistance in the investigation?"

"Of course, that's your right. However—"

Mike nodded and then glanced at Li Mochen's wrist. Rambo Andor snorted and unlocked the handcuffs.

"Fine, the arrest can wait. But you're finished, Mr. Wiltonshtain. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Li Mochen smiled nonchalantly and flexed his hand. Captain Lister, standing nearby, said with a grim face: "Director Andor, I don't know where you got the intelligence that we are smuggling arms, but it is undoubtedly false and erroneous. This is just a trade fleet heading to the Antoria continent. Your actions have seriously disrupted our fleet's schedule and caused significant commercial losses. I personally suggest you abandon the inspection and leave now, or you may not be able to bear the responsibility."

Rambo Andor didn't bother to reply; he simply walked to the left porthole of the command room and watched the numerous cargo ships with interest.

Captain Lister shrugged: "If you insist, I won't stop you. But afterward, we will protest to your superiors and submit a claim for today's losses. Additionally, your abuse of power and interference in our company's normal business operations will be reported in the press in the coming days."

These words were in vain; Rambo Andor still looked into the distance indifferently.

However, as time passed, a faint frown appeared on the agent主管's forehead. He brought the intercom to his mouth.

"What's going on? Carl, any results yet?"

"Something's off here."

The voice from the intercom carried a hint of panic: "We've already opened more than 20 boxes, and they're all empty. You'll have to wait; we might need more time."

Rambo Andor's pupils dilated in anger, and he turned to look at Li Mochen.

The latter was on a satellite phone, conversing with Senator Claire.

"Yes, I am very dissatisfied. This violates our agreement and the prevailing norms of America. Someone is declaring war on me. The key is they found no evidence. They must give me an explanation afterward. I will call Mr. Zoe Dowlington later. If this is a war, I am not afraid. I know, elections require stability, but I have no choice—"