Chapter 529 Old Morgan's Luxury Fleet Surrounded the Entrance and Exit of New York Harbor

A gas station outside New York Harbor.

Four motorcycles with roaring engines have stopped in front of Su Ming and the God Squad.

The masks painted on the faces of the four people driving the motorcycles are: bats, spiders, mantises and dragonflies. Except for the dragonfly, which has obvious female features, the others are all men.

In addition to these distinctive masks, the four people also carry different guns and weapons behind them, and the clothes they wear are much more professional than the God Squad.

Even the calves are equipped with emergency daggers and bayonets. The overall feeling is not much different from the special forces soldiers in service.

After the four people got off the heavy motorcycle, the sturdy man wearing a bat mask walked up to Su Ming first and nodded gently.

"Sir."

"What is the mission of this operation?"

"If possible, we hope to start the operation earlier. Our team is good at the dim environment at night, which can increase the probability of success of the mission."

"Then, the code name of our team members is the mask pattern on their faces."

As soon as these words came out.

Su Ming couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Bat just said... their team is good at the night environment, which undoubtedly further proves that they are definitely retired special forces soldiers from the United States.

Because, if they are professional killers who have changed their careers, they don't like the late-night operations because their special equipment is not advanced enough and they don't have enough experience in performing night missions.

Especially when the opponent is a retired mercenary with rich battlefield experience, the late night with poor visibility means that all kinds of risks and accidents will increase several times.

But this masked team thinks...carrying out missions at night can increase their success rate. This is definitely a statement that can only be said after professional training.

For top special forces soldiers, the night is undoubtedly the best disguise, which allows them to boldly carry out various assassination and beheading operations.

Su Ming took out his cell phone and checked the time, then spoke calmly.

"It's only eight o'clock in the evening now."

"There's still a long time before dawn, so there's no need to rush."

"The roar of your four motorcycles just now must have alerted the targets in New York Harbor. It's not a good choice to go in when they are most nervous."

"Besides, there are other people who haven't arrived yet, and I also need some special intelligence."

"Before that, please send me your bank card number and I will transfer the advance payment of 50 million US dollars to you first."

"After this mission is completed, the remaining 150 million US dollars will be transferred to you."

"By the way, the code names of the three people around me are: Zeus, Pluto and Poseidon. They are your teammates in this operation."

"And the most important thing..."

At this point.

Su Ming paused for two seconds, and then said seriously.

"Bat."

"I know that you, the Masked Squad, are all professional retired special forces soldiers, but in this operation, I will be in overall command and control the overall rhythm."

"You need to obey my command, but you are good at street fighting, and you should also know... The New York Port is full of containers, and the environment is as changing as street fighting, so when you encounter an emergency, you can decide for yourself how to act."

"In order to ensure the success rate of the mission, the overall rhythm and situation must be controlled by me."

"If you don't agree to this request, you can turn around and leave the New York Port now. If you think it's okay... then I will transfer 50 million US dollars to you immediately."

Hearing this request.

Bat, who was standing in front of Su Ming, frowned, thought for a few seconds, and asked seriously.

"Sir."

"Before I answer whether I agree or not to this request, can you tell me first...will you join us in this street fighting-like operation?"

"If you join us, then you will be in charge of the overall rhythm, which is OK."

"But if you don't follow us into New York Harbor, you won't know the specific terrain and environment, so how can you command us?"

"I don't think...this will increase the success rate of the mission."

Obviously.

As an experienced retired soldier, Bat is very thoughtful, at least he has a deeper understanding of street fighting than the members of the God Team who changed their careers halfway.

Facing Bat's rebuttal and questioning.

Su Ming's face still had no emotional fluctuations, he just squinted his eyes and answered confidently.

"I will enter the Port of New York."

"But I will not go in with you at the first time. I will enter this area alone at the most appropriate time."

"As for how to command this matter without going in, I think... you don't need to worry about it. As a professional hired by old Morgan, I have enough confidence and control."

"You just need to trust my rhythm and handle possible emergencies."

"I told you in a private message before that this operation is very dangerous, so in order to ensure the success rate of the operation, you can now choose to refuse my command and leave the Port of New York."

"I don't hope... after entering the Port of New York, you will be indifferent to my instructions, or even act in the opposite direction and do the wrong thing."

Looking at Su Ming's confident and determined expression.

Although Bat, wearing a mask, could not see his expression, he could clearly feel that he was seriously considering Su Ming's conditions.

After a few seconds.

Bat nodded and answered in a muffled voice.

"I agree to follow your orders. Your full confidence makes me feel that... maybe you do have a special understanding of this street fight."

"Of course, I also believe in old Morgan's judgment. He will not find a fool to find the murderer. At the same time, our team does need this money to further expand the organization."

"However, there is no need for an advance payment. If this operation fails, there is no need and place to spend money after seeing God."

"The two hundred million US dollars will be transferred to us after the mission is completed..."

Bat's words have not yet been finished.

At the corner of the road in the distance, several high beams suddenly lit up.

The sound of many vehicles driving together overlapped directly, and gradually became clearer from far to near.

Everyone immediately looked towards the corner of the road.

In sight... a convoy of dozens of black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicles, surrounding a Rolls-Royce Phantom, is constantly heading towards the gas station...