Two hours later, seeing the dates scattered all over the dock, Major Dobin felt his blood surge, his body burning up, like a balloon pushed to the brink, ready to explode at any moment.
He pushed through the soldiers sweating profusely from rummaging through the dates and charged to the front of the container, furiously kicking at piles of dates as if he was trying to kick out the hidden SA-9 missile system beneath them.
"Impossible! How can they all be dates?!"
He checked one container after another until he finally had to face reality—there were no SA-9 missiles, just dates.
"Major, I told you I am a legitimate businessman. You've dumped out all my goods, greatly affecting my sales. I reserve the right to complain about you to your superiors!"
"Damn it!"
Enraged, Major Dobin stormed up to Song Heping and pulled out his pistol, pressing it against Song Heping's forehead.
"You think you have any rights here?! I am the law!"
