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According to Craig Wright, elite special teams are definitely not going to work.

The number of people is too small, and reality is not like a movie. Given the opponent's numerical advantage and geographical advantage, the special team cannot display its combat effectiveness at all.

Moreover, due to the complex terrain, there is no way to provide air support here. Once the special team gets into a fight, the weapons they carry cannot withstand continuous battles.

Again, reality is not a movie. There are no infinite bullets, and the enemy will not prepare ammunition for you.

According to Craig Wright, the only way to win is to crush with a large army.

Just like during the Korean War, after all, the opponent was just a drug guerrilla, not a rabbit, and did not have such a strong will to fight.

However, this is definitely unrealistic for Sean.

If you want to deal with this gang of drug criminals, you will have to find another way.

Sean cursed in his mind, narrowed his eyes and said, "Armstrong, please investigate their drug shipment channels and arms purchase channels, and let's see if we can take economic sanctions."

"I can investigate the shipping channels, but the arms purchase channels..." Armstrong said with a smile: "There is no need to investigate at all. Most of the products used by the entire South American guerrillas and anti-government forces are American goods, and most of them come from the military.

, a small number of imitation AK47s are still semi-scrapped.”

As he spoke, Armstrong blinked and said, "Military scrapped products."

The corner of Sean's mouth twitched, but he couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

Well, it seems that the channels are all the same. There is really no way to block this.

The military doesn’t want to lose face!

"Well, let's find their shipping channels and we'll also impose economic sanctions." Sean said with a smile. This is all we can do for the time being.

Looking back, it turns out that it is not possible to support an anti-government armed force by oneself, well, it is not impossible.

After waiting at the base for a day, Gustavo arrived.

This was the first time he came to Sean's security company base. Looking at the layout, these trained American soldiers and weapons, Gustavo felt that the death of Ceramanga and others was not unjust.

After all, their main business is poisoning, and killing can only be regarded as their spare time activity... And the main business here is killing people.

If you compare an amateur to a professional, it would be weird if you don't die.

"Come, sit down, you're welcome!" Sean greeted Gustavo warmly, opened the box himself, took out a cigar and handed it over, "Try, a serious Cuban cigar."

Gustavo took it with a smile, trimmed it, and baked it. After a while, the two of them started puffing away.

"How are things going? The trading place here is about to be completed." The trading place Sean was talking about is part of the second phase of the military base.

Right next to Phase 1, it has four floors above ground and one underground floor.

The first floor is the trading floor, the second floor is the hotel, the third floor is the bar, and the fourth floor is the guest rooms.

Underground is the vault.

No vehicles are allowed to enter the entire trading area. There are towering walls and barbed wire fences. There are tall towers on all four walls. There is also a urn-like building at the entrance gate. The gate is bulletproof.

Safety performance is first class!

"Things are not going well. They are not going well." Gustavo gave Sean a meaningful look.

"Huh? How could that be!" Sean sat up straight and looked over with a frown.

"Because most of the people are dead and the bodies don't exist. I heard they were burned to ashes." Gustavo shrugged.

Sean's body suddenly froze in place, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and he reached out and patted his forehead. How the hell did he forget this!

He just got 8 million from those guys!

"Then what should we do now?" Sean touched his nose in embarrassment. If he had known better, he would not have killed him so cleanly...

"I've been thinking about it for the past few days and I can only find channels to contact those guerrillas." Gustavo said: "This is the best shipping port. I think they should also be experiencing sudden channel disconnection.

It’s troublesome.”

"Are you in touch with those guerrillas?" Sean asked.

Gustavo shook his head, "You think so highly of me. I'm just a person below Eladio. How could I possibly know those drug lords?"

Sean rubbed his teeth and kept thinking about who could contact the person over there.

"Forget it, you should help me send a message to the drug criminals in the United States, saying that I provide a trading place, and I will find a way to handle the matter here."

Sean didn't have any good ideas. The most he could do was to let the news out. He couldn't go door-to-door to sell.

Isn’t that like kneeling down to beg for food?

Sean has made up his mind. As a crime buster with a sense of justice, he will resolutely crack down on those 'illegal drugs' and 'illegal smuggling'.

Determined to make all of this ‘safe and legal’!

Sean then went to find Butler Mitchell and plotted for a while. The next day, the city government issued a statement: Crack down on gangsters!

That means resolutely cracking down on illegal and criminal activities, and resolutely cracking down on drug smuggling!

After the city government issued a statement, the police department immediately followed up. The chief told reporters that a strict crackdown will be carried out in the next month to crack down on the gangs in Cartena in all aspects. If necessary,

An invitation to cooperate will be sent to X Security Company.

This incident forced Rusk Xavier to completely align himself with Sean and his gang. No matter what he thought, he had to cooperate with Sean's actions.

Once this side loses power, he himself will be the first to be liquidated.

Sean is quite satisfied that he knows the current affairs so well, he is a born licking dog.

Therefore, that night, Sean privately invited Director Rusk Xavier to meet at X Security Company.

This was the first time the two parties met. Rusk Xavier was a typical police chief, with a fat belly and a chubby face.

After some simple greetings, Sean quickly got to the point.

A brown paper bag was pushed over by Sean.

Rusk Xavier's eyes lit up, is it so direct?

Mr. Sean is indeed a good man.

Suppressing the excitement in my heart, I picked up the brown paper bag and bumped the weight, feeling very satisfied.

Open the bag and squint and look inside...

Rusk Xavier was stunned for a while, blinked his eyes, and felt inexplicably suffocated.

It wasn't a green cutie, nor was it a check. There was a pile of letters and information in the brown paper bag.

Looking up at Sean, he saw Sean smiling and gesturing to him.

Rusk Xavier clenched his fists, his hands shaking violently, and slowly took out the information and flipped through it.

The more he watched, the more Rusk Xavier's hands shook.

The more I looked, the more sweat became on my head.

The more he looked, the paler his face became.

After a while, I picked up the cigarette case on the table with my hands like sifting chaff. After several efforts, I finally took out a cigarette and dropped it on the table.

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