Before the speed boat was ashore, a black man made a whistle.

Before long, another figure showed at the dock.

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The sea breeze blew up and down the man's white windbreaker, revealing the white suit inside. Dinah got nervous when she saw the man's tall and slim back.

A black man jumped to the dock and stood in front of the man in a white suit who was noticeably shorter and slimmer than him. Although the black man was much talker, he abased himself before the man in a white suit.

They talked for a while, then the black man waved his hand to the speed boat, and the other black man went ashore.

He walked to the man in a white suit with the suitcase in his hand and opened it.

Dinah saw it clearly from the telescope that the suitcase was filled with dollar bills!

The man in a white suit drew a roll of them from the suitcase, then smelt the ink before he threw it back.

The black man put the suitcase down by the man in a white suit before he took another suitcase. When he left, he even bowed to the man in a white suit.

Vincent raised the sniper rifle, which showed Dinah that he was ready to shoot at any time.

Dinah remained silent but fixed her eyes on the man in a white suit.

What's going on here? It isn't right.

Why does he look different from the source?

Seeing that the two black men were about to be aboard, Vincent asked with anxiety, "If we don't shoot now, they'll be out of shooting range."

However, before Dinah could say a word, the situation had an abrupt change.

At short notice, the man in a white suit held a handgun in his hand and shot at the backs of the two black men, and the bullets hit through their hearts.

It was done within seconds.

The moment the man who was driving the boat turned the speed boat around and tried to escape, his body stiffened a little and stumbled down from the head of the boat.

"F*ck, dog eat dog," Vincent snorted and aimed at the man in a white suit. Right when he pulled the trigger, Dinah suddenly pressed his sniper rifle down.

"Bam!"

The bullet hit the ground by the man's feet in a white suit and turned much dirt.

Dinah still fixed her eyes at his back, seeing him turning around at a slow pace.

He slowly raised his head. When Dinah was about to see his face, Vincent grabbed her telescope away and hit it on the ground. "Are you crazy?"

Vincent disassembled the sniper rifle and put it back to the box within seconds, then pulled Dinah up. "Let's go! You've ruined the plan and exposed our position!"

The man in a white suit wouldn't come here to do the deal alone, and there must be many sidekicks hiding somewhere they couldn't see.

Their leader ordered them to kill the man in a white suit quietly and left the scene as fast as possible.

Dinah abruptly got rid of Vincent's hand. "You can go right now. I'll make up for it!"

After that, she jumped down from the container.

Dinah was wearing tight leather clothing and was surprisingly agile. Vincent was just a second slow and failed to catch her.

The second Dinah's feet touched the ground; countless men ran out from every direction and protected the man in a white suit in the middle.

When there was a short distance between them, Dinah finally got to see the man's face.

However, he was wearing a clown mask, and his eyes looked very cold.

"A wild little cat," the man in a white suit said in a low and hoarse voice, which wasn't the voice Dinah was familiar with.

She was struck dumb for a second, and a man hit her back at this moment.

Dinah stumbled ahead for a few steps, then began to fight against those hoodlums.

Around seven hoodlums surrounded Dinah at once. Although she was good at fighting, she was bad at fighting against others at close range. Besides, she was a woman after all and was barely comparable to a man in physical strength.

Dinah soon retreated, but a roaring man joined the fight all of a sudden.

"Did I tell you to leave?" Dinah shouted with worried.

"I won't leave without you!" Vincent also shouted and kicked a hoodlum away.

When Dinah was in the fierce fight, she still glanced at the man in a white suit.

She tried to find out whether this man was the man she was familiar with from his face.

Unfortunately, the mask covered his expressions. It was a very amusing clown's face, but it was quite scary at the same time.

The man didn't stand there watching the fight but told two sidekicks to take the two suitcases away towards two different directions. Afterward, he arranged for someone to get the dead body in the water up and moved it away along with the two black men.

It seemed he was in control of everything from the beginning to the end and didn't care about Dinah or Vincent at all. He looked so calm.

He was a criminal, but he was able to stay so calm in a dangerous situation, which made Dinah feel even more nervous.

Once she was distracted a little, someone knocked heavily on her head, and she could barely standstill.

"Go now! Don't care about me!" Dinah covered her head, shouting at Vincent.

Vincent kicked those hoodlums away from his sides and ran to Dinah. He protected her behind him, then said, "What should I say to Lord Stephen if you're absent?"

"Well, that's what exactly he wants!" Dinah smiled and abruptly threw her head.

Vincent and Dinah were partners of years, so he understood each of her eyes.

They ran to the east, but suddenly changed direction and dashed to the west when those hoodlums gathered together at the east.

"Run apart!" Dinah shouted, then hid in the large area placed with piles of containers.

There were lots of either closed or open containers piled up on the ground. Let alone two people, it wasn't easy to find two teams of people in a short time.

The man in a white suit shook his hand and stopped his sidekicks from searching. "They're not important. Let's go now."

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Dinah didn't contact Vincent in a container until it was dark. "How are you now?"

"Bad luck today. I was moved on a ship in a container." Vincent laughed a little. "You can go back before me, and just tell them that I failed to shoot the clown man."

"I'll just tell them the truth." Dinah disagreed. "I highly doubt the identity of the clown man now, and we can't kill him right now."

"Do you have evidence?" Vincent asked.

"I will find it." Dinah looked determined. After that, she gave a report at the base first before returning to Garbo Palace No.1.

Stephen sat by the dining table and was about to eat when Dinah walked inside. He joked, "Did you count the time? I just prepared the meal well, and you are home on time."

Dinah smiled and sat down across Stephen. "Well, I lost money today."

It was their code, which meant she failed to fulfill the task. Knowing that Stephen wore a serious face. "Did you meet a great match?"

Dinah shook her head. "Enjoy your meal. Help me apply the ointment later."

Stephen lost his appetite and stood up. "Let me check your injuries."

When his hand just laid on Dinah's shoulder, Dinah moaned in pain. "Do you want to cause me secondary injury?"