Dock.
The scorching sun blazed as workers were loading the sealed boxes onto the ship.
A worker paused to catch his breath, wiping sweat, and asked, "Are these filled with stones? Why are they so heavy?"
Another worker lowered his voice nervously, "I heard it's silver."
"Silver?" the worker exclaimed.
"Shh! Keep your voice down."
"How do you know?"
"Someone accidentally dropped a box earlier, and it cracked open a bit, someone saw it."
"Whose shipment is this?"
"That I don't know... Come on, let's go."
The two workers carried the box onto the ship. Behind them squatted a man, watching them leave. The man's gaze shifted among the bustling workers and finally settled on the pile of boxes.
The man squatted for a while, then stood up and moved toward the boxes.
Just as the man was contemplating how to get close to the boxes, a commotion broke out ahead.
"What's going on?"
"Go have a look."
