One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

They had actually lured the Interpol here. One kilometer away. At the speed those Americans were driving, they could turn up in five minutes. There wasn't time to escape.

What could they do in five minutes? Retreat?

What about the goods? They were only half off-loaded! Not to mention five minutes, this freighter would not be able to go too far in ten minutes, and he would not be able to outpace the police car with the containers in tow. Was he going to just sit and wait for death?

Dimon turned around and ordered loudly, "Luka, Jason, stop moving the goods. Everyone, evacuate the port ASAP, you have five minutes!"

A group of people turned around in surprise. Gong Jie's subordinates also walked over, looking puzzled, and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Thanks to you guys! Look who you've brought with you?! Interpol trailed you all the way but you didn't even notice?"

As Dimon swore, he glanced at the time on his wrist and said angrily, "Damn it, we're running out of time!"

Gong Jie and Youyou exchanged glances.

The young kid asked in confusion, "Uncle, has something gone wrong?"

Gong Jie said coldly, "The New York Interpol will be turning up any time now."

Everyone was shocked and stood rooted to the ground. Youyou was considerably calm as he asked, "If we leave, what about the goods?"

The Hurricane Group was powerful, but Gong Jie was also on the FBI and Interpol's wanted list.

Even though Gong Jie was certain that he could shake them off after being brought back to the Interpol Headquarters to be interviewed, it would take up too much of his time.

And if they were to transfer him to the Nuremberg Military Court, it could spell trouble.

Gong Jie's subordinates were also surprised. Who would have suspected that his freighter had been targeted by the Interpol ever since they left Port Elizabeth?

Dimon asked anxiously, "Mr. Gong, what should we do? Why would Interpol…"

"Shut up!" Gong Jie scoffed and stroked his chin thoughtfully. His brows were raised high as he tried to find a way out.

It was too late to evacuate now. There was only one road leading to the harbor, and the freighter would not be able to leave the harbor immediately…

Then suddenly, a thought struck him. He snatched the satellite phone from his subordinate and dialed a number.

The call got through very quickly. Gong Jie said in a low voice, "Ma Men, I'm in a bit of trouble here."

He walked to the side and seemed to be negotiating with the person on the phone.

At this point, a silver car was speeding towards them. In the dark night, its bright searchlights were blinding.

Dimon frowned and narrowed his eyes. Without turning his head, he said, "Siritov, open the trunk and get armed!"

A few of his subordinates looked at each other in confusion. Seeing that they were not moving at all, Damon shouted angrily, "What are you waiting for?"

"Boss, what are you planning to do?!"

"What am I planning? Hmph!" Dimon said as he pulled out the pistol that was strapped to his waist and loaded it. He turned around and said expressionlessly, "Of course we're going to fight our way out! Did you think we're just going to sit and wait around to be brought back to the police station for tea?"

Siritov immediately understood. Dimon opened the trunk, and the others walked forward to load their ammunition as quickly as possible. They all knew in their hearts that their boss was planning to be ruthless. Rather than getting caught and getting into trouble, it was better to go all out.. In the future, everyone would be caught in one fell swoop. One night was enough time for them to settle everything!