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Chapter 199: Drug Enforcement and Interviewing

"What's the matter? You're in a hurry. What can't you say on the phone?"

"X Security has received a lot of consultation calls recently, and I'm a little undecided, so I'm here to ask you, can we accept this kind of order?" Bill sat down and talked about what happened during this period.

Speaking of which, the reason why X Security suddenly received such an order inquiry call was because of the attack on Sean.

After the video of the day of the attack was released, a program analyzed in detail the layout and reactions of both sides during the entire attack.

Professionals among them greatly praised X Security's calm and impeccable response to the attack.

Although Sean was shot in the end, it was because the other party used illegal armor-piercing bullets, which are difficult to obtain. This is no longer a problem of X security itself, it is a force majeure.

But even so, Sean was only injured in the end, not dead.

If he were replaced by ordinary security guards, Sean would be beaten to death on the spot if he couldn't resist the second wave of attacks.

Therefore, this has made X Security very famous. Recently, some private security companies have come to our door.

As we all know, the beautiful country is free, free America. Shootings occur every day. Many celebrities are very worried about their own safety. After watching this program, they contacted X Security to inquire about the security price.

This is something Sean didn't expect...

"What the hell..." Sean's face looked very strange after hearing this, and his facial features were all tangled together. He really didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

Gan!

After understanding what happened, Sean thought for a while and decided to take on a similar business.

On the one hand, it is to slightly subsidize the expenses of X Security Company, but mainly to expand its influence.

For this reason, Sean had to work out a security level standard and charging standard with Bill and others.

According to Sean's wishes, three security levels will be formulated and charged accordingly.

Bill thought for a while and then said: "Most of the people who come for consultation are asking about one or two bodyguards. They can't afford 100,000 a month."

"No money? If you don't have money, you hire your insensitive security guard. Go to hell!" Sean scolded directly: "No money? If you don't have money, who the hell will take your idea?"

"Neuropathy!"

"We won't accept the business of one or two bodyguards, it's not enough to lose our status."

"Just follow what I said, there are three levels, and our main business scope should be placed on the third level."

Level 1 security standard: five-person security team, 24-hour protection.

Charging standard: 100,000/month

Level 2 security standard: 10-person combat team, 24-hour protection, anti-eavesdropping, anti-blasting, designed with residential security system.

Charging standard: 300,000/month

Level 3 security standard: 30-person combat team, taking orders for security in public places.

Charging standard: 30/time

There are reasons why it is so expensive, and just getting a gun certificate in each state costs a lot of money.

In addition, this is a 24-hour service, and overtime pay also costs money.

Finally, if you really encounter danger, this is a life-and-death job.

Life is priceless!

So, you have to add money!

In order to deal with this kind of security business, Sean also specially designed a portable bulletproof equipment.

Of course, this was what Sean came up with to protect his own safety after he was shot last time.

On weekdays, it is folded into a cube with a length of 30 meters and a width of 30 meters and is carried on the body.

It is made of Kevlar material and equipped with bulletproof inserts. When opened, it is draped around the body like a sheet one meter wide and two meters long.

Even if an attacker is carrying an anti-materiel sniper rifle, folding it into two layers will ensure safety.

(The so-called anti-shock force breaks ribs or something. This depends on whether there is a bulletproof insert plate. The size of the insert plate, simply put, is the force-bearing area. The angle deflection must also be considered. Bulletproof vests are not as useless as imagined.

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For ordinary security levels, Level 1 is enough. Even for Sean, when he goes out on weekdays, he has Level 2 protection standards.

As for Level 3, it is not used at all in normal times. It is equivalent to the last time Sean was interviewed in public, so it is a matter of time.

Sean asked X Security to focus on the third-level security business, which is what most employers really need.

Long-term security is inconvenient for many wealthy people, and there are too many secrets to hide.

Bill sent him away here, and within two days,

Jeff called. It was not peaceful over there in Cartagena, so Sean hurried over.

…

"What's going on? Tell me." Sean flew over from Miami in a helicopter.

It just so happens that he plans to keep a Black Hawk in Cartagena in the future.

After this assassination incident, Sean paid more attention to his own safety.

"Recently, we discovered that some people are doing drugs nearby." Jeff explained the matter in detail.

After Sean completely slaughtered the gangs here, they were deemed useless. After Jeff accepted it, they divided the streets into areas and decentralized management according to the way in New Jersey, but the names were all changed to "street committees".

In this way, with street committees underground, law enforcement and security, and government protection and cooperation above, Cartagena is completely under control.

With such a high degree of control, Jeff could not hide the big or small things in Cartagena.

Whether they are local guerrilla drug criminals, from the United States, or from other countries, the worse the bad guys are, the more careful they are.

Even with Gustavo's help in introducing them, there are still few people willing to trade here. After all, it costs 10% more, which is a lot of money.

Of course, money is one aspect, but more importantly, everyone feels that the transaction details are exposed to X Security Company, which is very unsafe!

No one cares about safety more than criminals!

Therefore, the vast majority of transactions are still conducted privately.

They did not dare to trade in the city of Cartagena, so they went to the suburbs and conducted business secretly.

On the other hand, there are many people who come here to transport goods. The ultra-long coastline allows them to trade anywhere and use small boats to transport goods directly to large ships outside.

Business in the trading area has been slow to pick up. As the person in charge of Cartagena, Jeff has been very irritable.

X security expenses, gang operation expenses, government expenses, these days, even if you are a gang, every move is money!

Of course Jeff was anxious if he couldn't achieve results.

"What do you think?" Sean looked at Jeff and asked. He can't worry about everything. The people under his command must have their own ideas.

"I want to do it again!" Jeff grinned, his teeth full of white teeth, and he was filled with murderous intent. "However, those drug lords all send their guerrillas to make deals. Once you do it, you will be fighting with them head-on."

"Besides, the people I have are not good enough. If Security Company

"Do it again!?" Sean raised his eyebrows. Damn, this guy is pretty ruthless.

I really don’t take these guerrillas seriously!

Americans are really arrogant in South America, and they really don't think highly of the people here.

After Sean thought about it for a moment, he nodded and said, "Let's do it. Don't they think it's unsafe to trade in the trading area? Then let them know that it's even more unsafe to trade outside!"

"You don't trust me, Sean, what the hell!" Sean cursed with a cold face, "A bunch of damn drug dealers, how shameless!"

Reputation is something that cannot be established in a short time.

Especially for these bastards, they are all too defensive.

"Then I'll be ready tomorrow to give them a good fuck!" Jeff touched his bald head with excitement.

"Fuck you!" Sean snorted.

"Ah, I'm not the boss, why do you say so?" Jeff looked confused.

"We are called cooperating with the police in anti-drug operations!" Sean snorted and said, "Do you understand, we are in a cooperative position and the police take the lead!"

"Uh...how do you calculate the seized money?" Jeff thought about it and asked a little dullly.

"The police's drug dealers will return their original amount, and the drug dealer's cash will be divided into 30 and 70 cents."

"Well, we didn't lose money, those goods are all good stuff!" Jeff said rather reluctantly.

"What's the loss? Just turn it over before burning it in public." Sean knocked on the table lightly, "You have to understand that you have to be measured in doing things. We are foreigners. This kind of thing must be officially intervened. You can get benefits.

But the reputation must be given out!”

Jeff nodded.

In the evening, when Police Chief Rusk Xavier heard that Sean was coming, he immediately ran over.

Sean hosted a banquet for Rusk Xavier, and during the meal he mentioned the topic of 'anti-narcotics'.

In the past, the police department would never dare to provoke those guerrillas, but now with Sean's support, Rusk Xavier is naturally more confident.

He knew in his heart that when the police went there, they were just waving flags and shouting, and they were just showing off. The danger was not great, so he naturally agreed happily.

After discussion, the matter was settled, and the rest was to be watched by Jeff's 'street committee', including ports, airports, and anything suspicious.

The specific things were done by the people below. Sean stayed at the base, looking at the sea in the distance, and suddenly thought that he should build a vacation villa here. He would come to Colombia many times in the future.

However, considering safety issues, it is best to buy an island directly on the sea.

It's not that he was frightened, but Sean didn't look like a good person to anyone lately.

That being said, this matter didn't happen so quickly. Sean called Lamb and asked this guy to help him find something. It would be fine within Darien Bay. It wouldn't be a problem if it was a little further from the coastline. Anyway, he would take a helicopter.

Two days later…

Jeff didn't come. He was in charge of the underground forces in Cartagena. The team was led by Thomson, who was in charge of the Cartagena branch of X Security.

There is a clear division of labor and no interference with each other. This is Sean's rule.

Thomson led the security personnel of

East of Cartagena, on a beach.

There isn't much else in Cartagena except a lot of beaches. In comparison, the quality of this beach is not that good, and you can hardly see anyone at night.

Not far from here, about 1 kilometer away, the Black Hawk was parked in an open area. Next to it, Rusk Xavier, 30 policemen, and two combat teams from X Security were sitting and chatting quietly.

At about 1 a.m., two pickup trucks without headlights drove toward the beach in the dark.

After the car parked, eight people in green military uniforms jumped out of the car, each holding a flashlight and walking towards the seaside.

The beach is not far away. The people from the intelligence team are lying on the sand, with most of their bodies buried in the sand. They are holding an infrared telescope and staring quietly at this side. "Report, the target has appeared."

"Continue monitoring." After receiving the news, Thomson immediately came over and knocked on the helicopter door, "Boss, those drug criminals are here."

"Okay, get ready. You guys can touch it and I'll let you know when the transaction starts." Sean rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the hatch and gave instructions.

He was shot in the dark a while ago, and although Santos was sent to jail, he was forced to turn his "copycat" wine business into a regular business early.

It doesn't matter how angry you are.

I was holding fire in my heart, and I just happened to go out to clean up the violence and do justice for heaven to vent my anger.

Thomson went to greet the X security combat team and touched it first. Behind him, more than 30 police officers followed him at a distance of more than 100 meters.

Over there, the drug lord's man pointed a flashlight at the sea and pressed the switch to send out a signal. The signal was run three times, and a red light on the sea flashed several times to return the signal.

"Let's move the goods down."

The four of them walked to the back of the pickup truck and unloaded two large wooden boxes, each weighing 100 kilograms, full of extremely pure cocaine.

At sea, the hum of the engine came, and a speedboat drove towards the shore.

This group of guerrillas was very vigilant, so they separated four people in front to prepare for the transaction, and the other four people spread out around to guard the outside.

More than 100 meters away, a combat team quietly groped into the sea. Another combat team groped toward the back of the pickup truck. They did not dare to move until they were more than 80 meters away.

The man who came out from the sea was carrying a suitcase. They met and said a few words, and then began to check each other. Seeing this, Thomson gently pressed the intercom in his hand and said, "Boss, let's start the transaction."

Hearing the voice from the intercom, Sean signaled to the pilot next to him, and the pilot immediately started the helicopter.

The sound of "thud, thud, thud, thud" sounded one kilometer away, and the night sky was silent, and it came all at once.

"What a sound!" The two parties involved in the transaction screamed, turned on the safety of their guns, and while confronting each other, looked in the direction of the sound.

"It sounds like the sound of a helicopter!?" One person frowned and said with some surprise after listening for a while.

"not good!"

"Fire!" Thomson shouted, and the two combat groups opened fire immediately.

"Da da da" "ta da da" "ta da da"

As soon as the gunfire rang out, both parties to the transaction immediately became confused. The buyer rushed towards the seaside with the money, but the drug lord could not move the goods quickly and could only fight back at the place where the gunshot was fired.

"Da da da" Before the buyer could get close to the sea, a combat team focused its firepower on the speedboat floating on the sea.

Debris was flying everywhere, and the speedboat was not bulletproof. A round of concentrated fire completely destroyed the speedboat.

At this moment, the helicopter had already arrived, and bright searchlights were projected from overhead.

Looking at the helicopter in the sky, the drug criminals and buyers instantly felt chills all over. It was over!

Sean didn't bother to shout anything at all. He adjusted the suspended cannon under the cabin and directly pressed the firing button.

"Dong dong dong dong dong" the machine gun sound sounded...

The strong wind blows, the clouds fly, and the warriors move in all directions.

Drug criminals must be suppressed at any time, no matter how hard they are not suppressed!

Five minutes later, only stumps and broken arms were left on the ground, with no survivors.

The helicopter circled in the sky and then headed straight to the sea to see who would be there to meet him.

It was a large cargo ship with a displacement of no less than 4,000 tons. If it hadn't been for the Hellfire, Sean would have wanted to blast it.

After thinking about it, let it go. This is in Colombia. If there is no contraband on the ship, it will be hard to explain if it sinks.

Besides, they are all leeks that have a good growth trend, so they can keep the roots so that they can grow back and continue harvesting next time.

After making two majestic turns over the cargo ship, Sean gave the order to go back.

Ten minutes later, the helicopter flew back and landed on the beach. The hatch opened and Sean jumped out of the helicopter.

Standing on the beach, smelling the smell of blood and gun smoke, Sean felt much better. "Thomson, how are you?"

"Not bad, I have 4 million in cash and 100 kilograms of goods." Thomson walked up and rubbed his hands with a happy face and said.

"So few?" Sean was stunned.

"few!?"

"100 kilograms, 100,000 grams of high-purity cocaine, why is it only 4 million? Is this a lot?" Sean spread his hands.

"Boss, that's not how the accounts are calculated." Thomson explained with a smile: "The price you know is the price at which it is sold to drug addicts, not the price at the place of origin."

"This group of people will ship it to the United States and sell it to gangs, who will then distribute it. They have to go through at least two links, and if more, it will take 3-4 links. Everyone has to make money."

"Oh, yes, there are middlemen who make the difference... tsk tsk, it can't be direct sales from the manufacturer." Sean thought and suddenly laughed, making Thomson look confused.

Before Thomson could ask questions, Rusk Xavier came over with two policemen.

When Sean got closer, he saw that Rusk Xavier's face was pale and he was covering his mouth with one hand. It was obvious that he had just vomited.

"Stop, don't come close, I'm afraid you'll puke on me." Sean quickly reached out and hugged me, took a step back and then asked with a smile: "What, this is the first time we meet?"

Rusk Xavier was speechless and just shook his head.

I'm a police chief, and I can't stand the sight of corpses all over the ground.

"It's okay, it's your first time, you just need to get used to it." Sean patted his shoulder, "I'll take the money away first, and you guys can clean up the drug addict and the corpse."

Rusk Xavier shuddered and almost vomited when he thought about the mangled corpses bombarded by machine guns.

The police in Cartagena have no other use than washing the floors, so 30% of the money cannot be taken for free.

Just cleaning for a living.

Rusk Xavier covered his mouth and nodded.

I dare not speak for fear of spitting out my words.

After carrying the big suitcase and throwing it onto the helicopter, Sean got on it and left directly. Thomson also took the X security people back to rest.

…

Jeff will take care of the division of the spoils, so Sean doesn't have to worry about it.

Early the next morning, Rusk Xavier held a press conference and proudly announced the results of yesterday's anti-drug campaign: "Killed 12 drug lords and drug criminals, seized 100,000 grams of high-purity cocaine, and 1.2 million in cash."

Ten thousand U.S. dollars!"

The embarrassment of vomiting when I saw the corpse last night was gone at all.

"Cartagena will intensify its crackdown on drug crimes, say it, and do it!"

“We are going to work hard to build New Cartagena!”

With the government's endorsement, this matter has nothing to do with X Security. The guerrillas will also find trouble with the government, although everyone knows that the main force must be X Security.

After all, the police's few guns and those pot-bellied guys are not capable of annihilating all drug criminals in one fell swoop.

After not staying in Cartagena for a while and experiencing the Colombian customs, Sean took a flight directly back to Trenton the next day.

He has invested 180 million in the prison, which is his largest investment project so far. He must keep an eye on it.

Originally, I wanted to start a TV station first, but the rate of return for TV stations, or the entire media industry, is very low in this era. In comparison, prisons are much faster.

After all, we don’t have to worry about tourists. Our great America lacks everything except prisoners!

…

The design drawings of Cape May Island have been released. They are all model-type and the design is not difficult. Edward and his engineering team have already begun to demolish the existing buildings.

In order to promote the largest investment project, Sean decided to take the initiative to accept an interview.

"The Punishment Company will introduce more industries and increase labor intensity. Is this true?" the reporter asked below.

"Labor is the most glorious!" Sean emphasized first, and then continued: "According to statistics, the reason why most prisoners turn to crime is because they are unwilling to exchange labor for money. They always think about

Taking shortcuts will eventually lead to doing illegal and criminal things, which is not good and should not be done!"

"The prison has indeed added some jobs. We will let the prisoners feel happiness from labor and the process of exchanging labor for money." Sean's face was full of compassion.

"Moreover, we also want to let the prisoners master a certain skill, so that after they get out of prison, they will not turn to crime again because they can't find a job or make money."

"We sincerely hope that every prisoner can live a happy, safe and happy life after being released from prison."

"Mr. Sean, is this so-called labor compulsory?"

"Of course not. We adopt a voluntary principle. The United States is a country where everyone enjoys freedom and justice. We do not have any coercion."

"According to the information we have received, the food standards in the prison have been greatly reduced. Does anyone suspect that you are abusing prisoners?"

"Whoever said that, let him stand up!" Sean's face darkened and he said loudly: "Any statement without evidence is slander and slander. We will take legal action to protect our reputation!"

"For the health of inmates in the prison, the correctional company specially hired biological experts from Princeton University to prepare nutritious meals based on the actual conditions of the prison, which are athlete-level!"

"We advocate a healthy and green life with less oil, less salt, and less sugar to better ensure the health of the body. Long-term consumption of foods heavy in oil, heavy sugar, and heavy salt will cause the body to gain weight, increase the burden on the internal organs, and induce heart and brain problems.

Vascular disease.”

"This is healthy, rigorous, can stand the test, and has scientific basis!"

"Those untrue remarks are purely malicious and seriously hurt!"

At least, from a scientific point of view, it is indeed healthy.

"But, sir, that's not delicious!" There are still reporters who know what the so-called nutritious meals are.

"You can't ignore your physical health just because of your appetite. I won't allow them to abuse their bodies like this!" Sean said with a serious look on his face, as if he was doing it for you.

"I, Sean, am a devout believer. The Lord tells us that gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. They are already criminals. We cannot let them make the same mistake again and again!"

The reporters in the audience looked at each other in confusion... The Lord is too busy!

"Ahem, Mr. Sean, I heard that the Correctional Services Company has plans to build a new prison." This was a question that was prepared in advance and cost money.

"It's not about building a new prison, it's about rebuilding it!" Sean coughed lightly and waved his hand behind him. Immediately, someone lifted the curtain behind, which was a three-dimensional promotional picture prepared in advance.

"We will renovate the prison on Cape May Island and build a brand new, advanced, secure, hotel-style prison!"

Townhouses, swimming pools, basketball courts, bars, tennis courts, artistic gardens and greenery, spacious, bright and modern rooms...

Why do you call this a prison?

This is a proper five-star hotel!

This is where prisoners should be!?

As soon as this picture came out, the scene was in an uproar!

"I think this prison is much better than my home. I really want to live in it."

"Is this where criminals live? Do criminals deserve to live in this kind of place?"

"Okay, arrest me, I'm going to live in this damn prison!"

The interview ends here. Sean just wants everyone to know that there is such a prison. As for how much it will cost, that is another question.

…

"Master Huang is preparing to launch a big operation." Yuri came from New York. During this time, under his 'guidance', Master Huang had several conflicts with two Italian gangs and a South American gang.

Because I was well prepared, I took advantage of it a little bit.

However, this does not reverse the situation in which F Qing Gang is at a disadvantage.

Therefore, Mr. Huang plans to concentrate his manpower to fight against the South American gang first.

"It's too slow." Sean shook his head and was dissatisfied.

"This is normal." Yuri smiled and took out a cigarette and lit it. "You are a special case when you wiped out Salamanga and Dimio. It was too fast. Normal gang fights happen bit by bit.

."

"How about helping Old Man Huang?" Sean was still thinking about the land in Manhattan.

He was getting anxious when everyone was grinding and chirping over there.

"Help? What do you want to do?" Yuri asked aloud.

"In this way, you find a suitable time and quietly pass on the news that Old Man Huang wants to help South America." Sean thought for a while and whispered.

"That old Huangtou will definitely not be able to hold on!"

"It's better if you can't hold it back. If you can't hold it back, our favor will be lost." Sean chuckled: "We rescued people and helped them kill the Italian gang. He has to thank us."

Yuri suddenly laughed, "Won't the secret be exposed as soon as we make a move?"

"No, put on a hood. No one can see clearly in the dark. Besides, my Chinese is more authentic than Old Man Huang and the others. No one can understand me even if I shout a few times."

"Ha, that's right."

After making a plan, Yuri played for a night and went back to prepare the next day.

Two days later, at night, F Qing's people were well prepared, and dozens of people were divided into two teams. One team went to the bar where the South American gang concentrated, and the other team went to the stronghold of the South American gang.

Yuri quietly let the news out, and Sean also drove over with people in advance to wait.

"superior!"

"Kill them!"

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

After all, they were discriminated against. It was hard to use any kind of firepower, they were just small pistols.

As one of the raiding parties, the F Qing people killed many people from the South American gang as soon as they came up.

The bar was in chaos, with customers rushing out the door.

At the stronghold, the South American gang reacted and began to fight back wildly. They were beaten to the door, and they directly raised their machine guns and started to fight back.

"Da da da"

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

The fight between the two sides was very lively. In a commercial vehicle parked on the street not far away, Sean and others watched the exchange of fire with interest and made comments.

"Use RPG, it will be solved in one shot!"

"It's just that we really can't use grenades!"

"A few bullets will solve the battle!"

"It's too soft. They are all weaklings. How long will it take to shoot this little broken pistol?"

…

The New York Police Department a few blocks away received an alarm message when the exchange of gunfire broke out.

"Leave them alone," the director ordered directly.

During this time, several gangs often exchanged fire at night, and they had already said hello.

Each time, the police would wait until the fight was almost over before the police would come over to clean up the mess.

After all, they are all partners, beloved relatives and friends who have received money.

It’s not good to help anyone. It’s embarrassing to go early.

Let’s wait until the winner is decided.

As for what the newspapers and media said the next day.

Who cares.

If there aren't a few shootings anymore, it's not worth making a fuss about.

…

"Come in now!?" On another street, three cars were filled with Italian gang members.

"No, wait for them to fight, and then we can clean up the mess in the end. Whether it's those yellow-skinned monkeys or those Mexican guys, it's best if they all die."

"Hahahaha." Several people in the car laughed loudly.

The expansion of the Chinese over the past few years has made them uncomfortable. Originally, the Italians wanted to occupy the business here after the Jews left, but as a result, the Chinese came in again.

These people hate Chinese people the most!

If others occupy the territory, they may still be able to do business, but if the Chinese occupy it, there is no hope at all.

Even if it is a piece of waste paper on the ground, the Chinese will not let them pick it up.

Eating alone is the most annoying thing.

For more than ten minutes, Sean was still interested in watching at first, but the firefight was so childish that he quickly lost interest.

"What the hell are the Italians doing?" Sean couldn't help but cursed.

Did you come on a bicycle?

When Sean was anxiously wondering if the Italians were lost, these guys finally came.

…

Yesterday, I suddenly heard that there was a reward from the Alliance, so I opened the backstage to watch it. I was very relieved!

This is a book that has been written so far. The only readers of the Four League Leaders are looking for a corner!

I heard that "Yang Find a Corner" is a handsome man with high moral character. I looked at him in the crowd and realized that this man is as handsome as I am!

In addition, the three handsome men, Young Master Kai, and some memories of the past, the Imperial Marine Corps, together with them, can be called the ‘Four Flame Brothers’!