Kudo nodded, "Thank you." With that, he took the key, walked out of the store, and opened the chain lock of the bicycle. Ride forward. After a while, it was embellished with several large trucks for transportation.

These trucks are specialized in transporting goods, and they make a living from them on the docks, and they have no training at all. It's very easy to follow with Kudo. In about ten minutes, you will arrive at Warehouse Street, which is not far away.

The convoy soon entered the compound of a warehouse near the middle of Warehouse Street, and Kudo parked the car in front of a grocery store diagonally opposite, went in and pretended to buy a box of cigarettes, and said, "I'll make a call." As he spoke, he grabbed the receiver and dialed a few numbers at random, but he didn't dial a little.

Pretending to wait for news, Kudo leaned sideways, lit a cigarette, and then looked through the open courtyard door of the warehouse to see the workers carrying things inside.

"It's busy. I'll fight again later. Kudo said as he put down the earpiece, still leaning sideways against the counter, his eyes looking diagonally across the table. After he figured out that the goods had been moved to the warehouse, Kudo made another pretentious call. Naturally, it didn't connect, so in the end he just paid for the pack of cigarettes.

When he rode all the way back to the inn, he already had a bag in his hand. It was full of things he bought on the road, and in order to cover up, he also bought some cooked food and carried it with him and brought it back to the inn. I returned the key to the counter and thanked him, and went straight back to my room on the second floor.

Then he passed through the window again and began to observe the situation on the cargo dock. It's been calm, and that's a good situation.

In this way, Kudo waited until the dark sky, reached out to take the food and drink he bought, and began to chew it in large gulps. When he had eaten it all, he took off his original clothes, and then unpacked the baggage he had brought back, changed into a navy blue worker's uniform, and put on a forward hat. Then he took another roll of rope from it, tied one end to the bed, and then circled the window frame a few times, looked at the street under the back street window, and put down the rain drain that the rope had attached to the side.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Kudo tied the burden behind his back. I passed through the window of the back street again and observed the situation. found a chance that no one was around, jumped directly on the window, and then hung down with both hands on the edge of the window, and let go of his hands. Fell directly to the ground.

The action he made just now was originally to reduce the height of his landing. And when he lands, he points to the ground on his toes, bends his back and knees to cushion. It was barely too loud, so naturally it didn't attract anyone's attention.

After Kudo stood up, he immediately returned to his normal posture and walked out of the back street. Then, following the situation of his daytime reconnaissance, he came directly to Warehouse Street along the road.

At this time, it was already late, but there were still lights in some places on Warehouse Street, and there were even some noisy sounds, after all, there were ships that had just arrived, and the goods would still be transported to this side.

But fortunately, it was not close to his goal, and when Kudo passed by the target, he slapped three times with his hand against the courtyard door. Then he pretended to be fine, and continued to walk forward, and soon disappeared behind a tree opposite, and observed.

The first thing to test is whether there is anyone guarding inside, or whether the guards are asleep. Another point is whether there are any dogs in it. If there is a dog, knock on the door three times and it will start barking anyway.

But now, there is no reaction inside. Kudo estimates that there must be no dogs inside. People don't know, maybe they're asleep, and they need to bang on the door hard to attract the attention of the night watchman inside. This is undoubtedly my own gospel.

Kudo hid behind a tree and watched the street back and forth. Look for a chance to walk out.

In fact, distant lights can help you attract the attention of others. When Ikudo reached the target again, he ran two steps sharply, followed by two more steps on the wall. Reaching out and holding the wall, he hung himself on the wall with both arms.

I quickly looked at the movement in the courtyard, and there was no one. So Kudo's legs flipped up directly and landed in the yard. After scanning the surroundings again, he found nothing, so Kudo bent down and quickly came to the warehouse on the left.

On the door of the storeroom, a huge lock hangs. Kudo didn't rush to take out the lock-picking tools, but walked around the storeroom, and when he turned to the back, he saw that the upper position was an arched glass window, but only the window frame was left in one of them.

Kudo couldn't help but be happy when he saw this, in fact, the lock in front of him couldn't stop him, even if he didn't look big. But now being able to go in directly is definitely better than picking a lock. Otherwise, if it was this time, the night watchman came and saw that the lock of the storeroom door was gone, and it would have cost him a lot of money.

Kudo sprang up again, grabbed the window frame, and hoisted himself up with only the strength of his arms. He didn't want to leave footprints on the back wall, even if he had changed into flats.

He looked through the glassless window, and there was no one in the storeroom, after all, the outside was locked, so he jumped in.

I took out a flashlight from the baggage I was carrying, turned it on, and began to look all over the warehouse.

That's right, I'm not mistaken, this storeroom is indeed filled with that batch of wood and porcelain.

Kudo is not easy to find, after all, when loading and unloading inside, it is all stacked, and it is possible that the mark drawn by himself may be facing that direction, maybe facing inward, or blocked by other goods.

Sure enough, after looking around a few times, he didn't find the bundle of wooden squares that he had marked, so he had to change his position, and sometimes even had to go back and forth a few times, moving the stack outside to another place to reveal the things behind it.

When I was looking for the bundle of wood that I had marked, I was tired enough to choke Kudo. It took more than an hour to find a stack of wooden squares in the back.

The marks on it are still there, but they are shallower than when they were in Wuhan, and they may have been inadvertently wiped by workers when loading and unloading.

Kudo took a few breaths, flipped the wooden square, and forcefully pulled out the gun wrapped in the center in the middle. This gun has been modified by Kudo and is not so long in whole unless it is installed. It is impossible for workers to deliberately destroy the deconstruction of bundles in order to facilitate transportation when they are moving and lifting.