One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

He had only two bodyguards with him on this trip. If a fight broke out, they would be killed instantly.

Dimon straightened his clothes and signaled to the two men in front of him to put down their guns. He then laughed and said, "We're loyal friends! Let's not hurt our relationship over 2 million."

Gong Jie said, "8 million, not a cent less. Sign it."

From a certain perspective, his words were more like an overbearing order.

Dimon nodded and sighed helplessly as he obediently signed the contract.

He turned around and called out to his subordinate. After a while, his subordinate handed him another suitcase containing 2 million US dollars.

Now all that was left was to instruct the freighter to move the goods.

Expressionlessly, Gong Jie leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.

Youyou lowered his gaze and looked at the containers that were carried down from the freighter.

300 grenades, 5,000 rifles, 100,000 rounds of bullets. How many lives did this mean?

Just as everyone was busy, Dimon's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up impatiently, but before he could speak, he heard his subordinate anxiously shout, "Boss! There's trouble!"

Dimon asked cautiously, "What happened?"

The person who called was one of his four protectors. Before the transaction, Dimon had arranged for him to keep an eye on the highway entrance a kilometer away from the harbor so he could deal with what other situations that may arise.

"The Interpol from New York is heading towards the harbor!"

Dimon choked on his cigarette and coughed. His eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! Interpol?!"

"Yes! Interpol, and one of them is the highest-ranked inspector of the International Anti-terrorist Alliance!"

"How many of them?"

"Five including the driver!"

Dimon's eyes turned red with anger as he cursed under his breath. "Why didn't you alert me earlier? Don't you think it's too late to be calling me now?!"

"They passed by, and I was being interrogated."

His subordinate was also rather helpless. These Americans from New York were really hard to deal with. He managed to convince them after much persuasion, but as soon as the police drove away, he hurried to inform them.

"In other words, they're on their way to the harbor?"

The man replied nervously, "Yes! I heard from one of the officers that he was after a suspicious freighter that illegally traveled through So…"

Dimon hung up, stunned.

Gong Jie's expression was icy and gloomy as he listened to the entire exchange between the two of them. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Dimon, who was standing not far away with a composed expression. His face instantly darkened!

"Interpol?"

Dimon nodded, flustered.

If it had been the local police station, there was really no need to worry. However, it was the Interpol that was alerted, the consequences could be dire.

International smuggling of firearms was a serious crime. For a less serious crime, they could end up with more than ten years in jail, while a serious crime could mean death by firing squad.

Smuggling of tens of thousands of bullets and more than a hundred guns was a serious crime. The content of this transaction could call for a death sentence by so many bullets they would be enough to fill a cooking pot. He could die many times over!

"They're after your freighter!"

Dimon said angrily, "Mr. Gong, could it be that you lured these Americans here on purpose?!"