It turns out that those engaged in smuggling at sea are very cunning.
When the Fishery Administration Ship arrived at the waters where the smuggling gang was transshipping cigarettes at night, the smuggling vessel had long disappeared.
Han Yu felt a bit frustrated, and the customs officer and border inspection station soldiers who came with Han Yu were even more frustrated, looking at the vast ocean, without even the mood to eat breakfast.
Deputy Captain Shen was unfazed, sipping porridge while advising: "Don't be discouraged, didn't several guys get caught last night? They know the contacts of their upstream. The guys on the ship might escape, but they can't run forever unless they never return home."
"Uncle Shen, it's not as simple as you think."
"What do you mean?"
"Those caught are just small fry; those on the ship might also be just underlings. The real boss wouldn't easily show up. As for the contacts we have now, I suspect they're useless."
