A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 591 Want a toy? Take it home for the kids to play with!

Late at night, a port in the United States of America was shrouded in darkness, with only the dockside lampposts casting dim yellow light spots in the sea fog, like crumpled old newspapers.

A group of figures wrapped in long overcoats formed an iron ring, locking several thin silhouettes in the center—among them were teenagers with still-youthful eyes and middle-aged people with deep wrinkles on their foreheads.

Uncle Jin held a bunch of rusty keys between his fingers and was removing their shackles and handcuffs one by one.

His movements were unusually slow, his fingertips touching as gently as if they were fragile porcelain. Even with such care, the dark brown bloodstains worn from long-term confinement had already scabbed over and cracked on their hands and feet, and each movement of the metal chain caused their limbs to tremble uncontrollably.

Uncle Kim could only make his movements even gentler, trying to express his respect.

As the last pair of shackles fell to the ground, Uncle Jin straightened up and calmly met the angry gaze directed at him from the other side.

“Remember your mission. Someone will contact you in due course!”

His voice had a strange, halting quality, the last syllables of which were broken into fragments by the salty sea breeze.

He gestured behind him, and immediately a man in a trench coat pulled a four-wheeled cart across the gravel, the rattling sound sending a chill down the spines of the people surrounded within.

"Here are some changes of clothes, put them on. As for your confiscated luggage..." Uncle Jin paused, a hint of apology in his voice, "Unfortunately, its whereabouts are unknown. But compared to regaining your freedom, those possessions are probably worth giving up, right?"

"Therefore, the federal government has prepared special compensation." He deliberately emphasized the word "special." "Ten thousand dollars per person, which should be enough to cover your losses!"

Following Uncle Jin's gesture, another man in a trench coat reluctantly pulled out an object wrapped in a plastic bag.

As the lights of the dock swept by, a few young men looked at the man who resembled one of their own with some confusion.

"Would the bald eagle authorities be so kind?" someone asked in a low voice, naturally speaking in Chinese.

"Yes, we're usually more generous to our employees, but you all need to remember your mission!"

Uncle Jin's words were rather vague.

?

His words, spoken with a heavy Cantonese accent, instantly plunged the room into an eerie silence.

Does this CIA guy understand Chinese? But what kind of nonsense is he spouting? I can't understand a word he's saying.

The group of young people looked at each other, but remained calm and didn't ask any questions.

One of the middle-aged men, however, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a hint of excitement appeared in his previously indifferent gaze.

When the plastic bag was handed to him, the middle-aged man stepped forward and took it.

A cold, sticky liquid mixed with his fingertips sent a shiver through him. He frowned instinctively and held his hand, stained with the unknown liquid, up to the light. The dark red color gleamed eerily in the light and shadow. He muttered to himself, "I thought it was paint, but it's blood?" Suddenly, he looked up and stared directly at Uncle Jin. "By the way, is CIA blood red too?"

Uncle Jin calmly put on his wide-brimmed hat, the shadow instantly engulfing his face. The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, but could only catch a glimpse of those jet-black eyes.

What amazing eyes these are!

It shines brilliantly in the darkness, as if it holds burning sparks.

"some!"

With those two simple words, Uncle Jin turned around deftly and said, "Hurry up and get on the boat."

"Wait!" A hurried shout pierced the night.

"Hmm?" Uncle Jin turned his head, his voice under the brim of his hat revealing no emotion.

"I had some toys in my luggage that I bought for my child, toys that are unique to the United States. Are those lost too? Could you give me half a day, no, an hour? I finally get to go abroad, I should at least bring some back with me, right?"

The middle-aged man took two steps forward, trying to grab Uncle Jin's clothes.

"Ding……"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the men in trench coats around them moved their arms and placed them on their waists. The middle-aged man noticed this, pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he remained silent.

"Oh! I forgot about that!" Uncle Jin said with a look of annoyance. "But no toy store stays open all night!"

"What a pity!" Uncle Jin lowered his head. "Of course, you have to put your heart into giving a gift to a child. Oh well, I'll just have to take the loss!"

"Johnson, bring the things out of the car!"

The young man from Johnson, who had been hidden in the darkness, responded in a low voice and turned to walk out of the dock, even though he knew there was nothing special in the car outside.

But, "Uncle Kim wouldn't harm himself!"

With this belief in mind, Johnson tightened his belt, and between his two legs, which could not be said to be private, he had several impressive cassette tapes tucked away.

……

At the entrance to the dock, under the dim lights, Johnson looked around anxiously.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

A loud horn, clearly in the style of the West Coast, drew his attention.

A convertible sports car, as long as a boat, sat in the darkness. Suddenly, the interior lights came on, illuminating a wisp of golden curls trembling in the night breeze. The hair cascaded over her shoulders like melting honey, making the owner's profile resemble that of an angel in a Renaissance painting.

Looking down her hair, she's beautiful, absolutely gorgeous!

But when she turned her head, the bright red mark on the other side of her face gave her a more fierce look.

Seeing Johnson looking her over, Mulan gave him a playful smirk and tapped the car door impatiently with her fingertips.

Johnson, the young man, was somewhat stunned. What a beautiful person. Even though there was a misty distance between them, she still managed to leave a mark on his heart.

"You little rascal! Hurry up! The stuff's in the back, go get it yourself. I need to row the boat, I don't have time to waste with you!"

"Crack!" The young Johnson man vaguely felt a splitting sound coming from the depths of his mind.

Damn, the contrast is too strong...

"Damn capitalism, they even make a toy this big. Let's go!" Mulan continued impatiently, then somersaulted out of the convertible's driver's seat.

He casually picked up a travel bag and dragged it outside.

The sharp-eyed Johnson silently stopped the blonde beauty.

"What's going on!"

Johnson remained silent, then gently tapped the large travel bag that Mulan was pulling.

"Oh!" Mulan suddenly realized, "Even though we'll split it in half when we meet, this is my spoils of war! But... never mind!"

Mulan opened her travel bag, pulled out a wad of bright green banknotes, and tossed them to the young Johnson man: "Here, take this and spend it!"

"No, ma'am. That's a cruise ship. You can't just board it with a blood-stained travel bag!"

"Your face! There's blood on your face too!" Johnson's young man excitedly began gesturing: This woman covered in blood doesn't look like a good person at all!

"Pshaw, that's nothing. I'll still leave the Kremlin covered in manure!"

Mulan casually wiped the blood off her face, offering no explanation whatsoever.

"Big sister, my sister is going to come aboard with you, please behave yourself!" The young man from Johnson bent over and bumped his head straight into the front of the car.

"Enough with the nonsense! I know what I'm doing! Once you're on board, don't say you know me!"

Mulan picked up her travel bag and ran off, while Johnson, the young man, twitched his lips and drew his attention back to the convertible.

In the back seat of the car, several colorful packaging boxes were scattered haphazardly.

The longest one is nearly four meters long, and there are at least three other similar packaging boxes...