In the deep of night, the river was shrouded in fog, pitch black, with only the occasionally brightening and dimming lights of the mooring ground discernible, and yet the sound of the diesel engines of the light boats anchored there carried far.
Through the telescope, one could clearly see that the little dinghy was very active.
A woman and two men were piloting the Iron Dinghy, hovering near the various cargo ships anchored in the river, sometimes moored alongside a big ship, staying put for twenty to thirty minutes. Other times, they'd head back to the Iron Dinghy, then move on to another cargo vessel.
With the diesel engine's noise being so loud, the likelihood of them committing theft aboard the large ships was next to nothing, but what exactly were the sneaky individuals on the Iron Dinghy up to?
