On the dock of the abandoned shipyard...
Dozens of vehicles were parked in the open space on the dock, where several Middle Eastern men with big beards were busy unloading packages of drugs from a rather ordinary looking yacht.
The 'Messenger' was dressed in a tailored high-end suit as he directed the 'delivery workers' to neatly stack the drugs in the back of five GMC pickups.
As the 'delivery workers' began their work, the 'Messenger' walked over to a car and, with a restrained smile, said to the middle-aged man in the passenger seat wearing a police uniform, "The goods have arrived, and later you'll be responsible for arranging for the police to escort these trucks out of here one by one.
"Sir, they cannot encounter any more issues. Until we find a suitable distributor, you'll need to find an appropriate place to keep them safe."
The man in the police uniform glared angrily at the 'Messenger' and said, "Our cooperation does not include storing your drugs.
