Shortly before dusk on April 23, three young agents from the U.S. Customs Service were about to hit the jackpot of their careers. Sitting in a car outside a warehouse in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn, the men were looking for Huan ("Danny") Teng, 38, a Taiwanese believed to be one of America's kingpins of drug paraphernalia. They never found Teng, but what they discovered inside the building left them breathless. It was a vast, dungeon- like factory filled with machines for injecting, cooling and grinding plastic. Three Chinese workers in ragged garb glanced at their visitors just once before getting...
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