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Sean was lying boredly on the hammock in the cabin. The small gunboat with a displacement of 500 tons was just a toy on the sea.

There were no beautiful women around him, they were just a bunch of stupid old men. After the first day of freshness, Sean became bored after that.

Until a soldier came to notify us, the base called and passed the news over.

It's the model and number of the ship, but the specific route is not clear, so Sean has to figure it out himself.

After receiving the news, it is not difficult to think about the robbery... and to catch the other party.

This kind of skill, I don’t know why, Sean learned it by himself without any teacher.

If you have time, speed, and different routes, you can basically calculate the opponent's location roughly.

All you need to do is stay in traffic near the route half a day in advance.

The gunboats were patrolling sideways on the waterway at a slow speed. There was a small radar on the ship, which was relatively rudimentary and could only monitor the sea surface. This was installed on these gunboats when they were purchased, but it was enough.

Every time a ship was shown passing through the channel, the gunboat would move up to see if it was a target, and it would also have to be distinguished with the naked eye.

Anyone who travels at sea has never seen a warship, but the Caribbean Sea has always been relatively peaceful, so no one thinks much about it.

Until half a day later...

"Boss, the target has been found!" the captain of the small gunboat that Sean resigned to his fate came in and said.

Hearing the report, Sean got off the hammock and walked excitedly towards the outside of the cabin, "Are you sure!?"

"Sure!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Load the cannonballs and say hello!" Sean laughed and climbed onto the deck.

With an order, the American-made MK12 5-inch high-level dual-purpose gun on the ship started to move.

This gun can be called the best dual-purpose naval gun in World War II. It can attack air targets and sea targets.

MK-12:

Caliber: 127mm

Diameter: 38

Turret: Twin turret

Shell muzzle velocity: 792 meters/second

Range: 15.2 kilometers

Anti-air range: 11.4 kilometers

Turret rotation speed: 25 degrees/second.

Loading method: manual loading/mechanical pressing

Maximum rate of fire:15-22/min

From 1934 to 1945, the United States produced more than 8,000 Mark 12 127mm/38-caliber cannons. The purchase price of the US military was US$100,000, excluding the cost of the gun mount.

Of course, this thing is now trash. After digging it out, it was sold to Sean as scrap metal.

Scrap iron is scrap iron, but it cannot be sold to other countries casually. It is so advanced that even the steel used for gun tubes is a military secret.

Just like the Keeling battleship, even 80 years later, it is still an advanced weapon in most countries in the world...

The gap between countries is much greater than the gap between people and dogs!

The reloading is complete here, and Sean has already come over.

It's not really a fight, and we're not afraid of the other party's ability to fight back.

There is a large fishing boat over there. According to the intelligence, the displacement is only more than 2,000 tons.

This group of drug criminals like to use this kind of fishing boat for transportation. The drug criminals cut a small opening in the belly of the big fish, remove the internal organs, then hide the drug in the belly of the fish, briefly sew it up, and then freeze it at low temperature.

No matter whether it is a person, a dog, a pig, or an insider, there is no way to find out which fish the poison is in among the thousands of tons of frozen fish.

You can't just check each fish one by one.

All transportation uses cold chain vehicles, and the whole process is very concealed.

"Shout?" The distance between the two sides narrowed to less than 2 kilometers. On the sea, this was already very close.

"We are soldiers, they are bandits, what is there to say to them, drug criminals!" Sean pointed at the ship and said: "It is useless to reason with them, we have to talk about physics!"

"Come on, aim at the sea ahead!"

"I want to do it myself!"

Not far away, the fishing boats were already in a mess. The drug convicts originally had something evil in their minds, and there were only two of them on the sea. The gunboats were obviously coming after them. The muzzles were pointed in this direction, and the malicious intent was coming towards them.

However, it is useless to feel malicious, there are many guns on the ship.

But a group of drug criminals looked at the AKs in their hands and looked at the cannon over there...

grass!

"What should I do, head?" The younger brother came over and asked anxiously.

"How the hell do I know!" the boss cursed irritably, "Why the hell are you still standing there dazed!"

"Hurry up and send a radio call to contact us!"

"Ask them what they mean!"

"I didn't provoke them, so why are you so fucking unreasonable!"

However, before the radio signal sent from here was connected, two beeps were heard...

"Dong" "Dong"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and a column of water shot into the sky from the front of the fishing boat, flying more than twenty meters high. The rising waves shook the fishing boat, and a group of people screamed and fell to the deck and rolled around.

The sea water that shot up into the sky fell from the sky, and a lot of it poured directly on the deck. Many people were like drowned rats.

They grabbed hold of something to stabilize their bodies and climbed up from the deck. Everyone's faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

Everyone has no doubt that if a cannon had just fallen on the boat, the broken fishing boat would have been blown into two pieces immediately.

After two blasts, Sean felt refreshed.

Take a long breath...it feels good!

"Boss, there's a call request from over there." The captain came over and said loudly.

"Let's go!" Sean took steps to follow.

When the communication was connected, Sean did not give the other party a chance to speak, and said directly: "Stop the engine, put down the anchor, put down the weapons, and everyone will go to the deck to wait for inspection."

"No, who are you? We are just a fishing boat without weapons!" The drug criminal still wanted to struggle.

"Ha." Sean didn't bother to speak at all, and the person next to him waved his hand.

On the deck, the six-barreled Gatling gun was pointed at the fishing boat and the trigger was pulled directly.

"Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu..."

Hundreds of rounds of bullets were fired at random, hitting the hull and deck one after another. Sparks flew everywhere, and the drug dealers on the fishing boat screamed. It was obvious that some unlucky guy had been hit.

Whether it's dead or not, Sean can't control that much.

"The engine is turned off, the anchor is lowered, the weapons are lowered, and everyone comes to the deck to wait for inspection." Sean repeated again.

"Okay, okay, don't shoot!" The last chance of the drug dealers was wiped out by this round of shooting.

Seeing the engine stalling, the boat slowly stopping and anchoring, a smile appeared on Sean's face, "This is not much more interesting than being reasonable!"

The group of killers on the boat all laughed.

happy!

As the two ships of the company got closer and closer, looking at a group of drug criminals standing on the deck with a mess of firearms piled next to them, Sean thought and said: "We soldiers can't be reasonable, we still have to

Talk about physics!”

"Go up and check with a few people to see if they have hidden guns!" Sean waved his hand and said, he would not go up unless it was absolutely safe. A gentleman would not stand behind a dangerous wall.

Sean is a gentleman!

"Yes!" the captain responded loudly and sent five soldiers to jump over.

The drug dealers have obviously accepted their fate. Anyone who is hit by a 127mm cannon in the head will no longer have the childish idea of ​​​​fighting back.

After searching inside and outside for more than ten minutes, I loudly signaled safety this way.

A few people were arranged to stay behind and control the gunboat. The captain and the soldiers went over first and surrounded a group of people with guns in hand. Only then did Sean Shiran come over.

Looking over the group of people, Sean smiled and said, "Who is the leader?"

The drug prisoner slowly raised his hand and took a step forward, his mournful face still showing a bit of grievance, "Sir, it's me. I don't know what happened. We didn't make any mistakes!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over all the drug addicts, hurry up." Sean didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

"We are really a fishing boat. We don't have any drug addicts. You have to be reasonable!" That's over one million US dollars worth of goods. How could we just hand it over?

Sean sneered and said nothing nonsense. He reached out and took out a gun from the waist of the boat next to him. He aimed at the person behind the drug criminal and shot him, "Bang!"

There were no screams. One person was shot in the head, and the back of his head was completely opened. Brains mixed with blood spurted everywhere. The body swayed for a few times and then fell straight onto the deck.

There was silence on the deck.

"Here, I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language." If it weren't for the fear that others would not be able to figure out where the drug was placed, Sean would have shot this guy in the head just now.

"I said, I said, don't shoot." The drug criminal shook his head and confessed immediately.

They're just a bunch of drug criminals, how can they really keep any secrets?

Under the supervision of several soldiers, the drug convict took people to the cold storage to move goods.

You can't just stand around and wait like this.

Someone was smart and moved a chair from the boat. Sean sat on the deck with his legs crossed, holding a coconut in his hand and sucking on it with a straw.

Soon, dozens of large fish were moved from the cold storage to the deck.

"Open it and take it out."

The drug dealer took out a hand-held angle grinder, skillfully cut open the belly of the fish, and then cut along the belly, and took out bags of vacuum-packed white powder.

After struggling for a long time, a total of 40 kilograms of goods were lifted out.

He kicked the package with his foot and waved for people to transport all the drugs back. He also returned to the gunboat, and the drug criminal came with him.

"Do you know why we arrested you?" Sean leaned on the Mark 12 twin naval guns and looked at the drug leader with a smile.

"I... don't know." The drug convict shook his head in bewilderment. It looked like these people were well-trained. They couldn't hide their military looks and they spoke in English.

It looked like it was from the US military, but there were no markings on the military uniforms. The drug criminals had already begun to wonder.

"You guy, it's not safe to come here!" Sean patted the drug criminal's shoulder meaningfully.

Goods, unsafe?

This was said without any beginning or end, and the drug convict looked confused.

"Then how can we be 'safe'?" After all, he is a criminal, and his brain is quite bright. The word "safety" is very important.

"Trading in a safe trading area ensures safety!" Sean smiled mysteriously.

"Trading area!?" The drug criminal was stunned, and then thought of the legendary safe area established by Cartagena X Security...

He raised his head and looked at Sean with a look of astonishment, then looked at the twin naval guns in front of him and a group of people on the ship who were obviously soldiers. Aren't all the X security guards who had been in the US military?

With fierce firepower, they drove armored vehicles and helicopters to slaughter all the original gang members in Cartagena.

Killing hundreds of people crazily!

Then a safe trading area was established, requiring them to conduct underground transactions in the trading area.

Looking at it now, the methods are exactly the same!

What is there not to understand about this!

"You, you, you..." The drug criminal gritted his teeth and his face was full of anger. He thought that if he didn't trade in the place you designated, you would fucking rob him!?

"What? What's your dissatisfaction?" Sean's face suddenly turned cold.

In an instant, the drug leader felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head, and he woke up with a jolt all over his body.

These people are not the masters of reason!

"No, no." The drug leader forced an ugly smile.

"It's better if you don't have it!" Sean snorted, raised his foot and kicked the drug criminal's leader to the ground, "I always say, safety, safety, or fucking safety!"

"Safety is the most important thing, understand!"

"It's very unsafe for you to act like this in this vast sea!"

"You said that if some criminals were encountered and bombed with one shot, the ship would sink immediately. People would die, the goods would be gone, and everything would be swallowed up by the vast sea. No one would even know the news."

"Is this safe?" Sean said earnestly.

The drug criminal sat on the ground, looking up at Sean, his eyes widened. Is this criminal Ning talking about you yourself?

"I'm asking you, is it safe?" Seeing that the man was still in a daze on the ground, Sean raised his foot and kicked the drug criminal in the face.

"It's not safe, it's not safe!" The drug criminal wiped his face and his hands were covered in blood.

Bird food is not safe.

"You have to learn a lesson. Don't trip over the same stone twice. Do you understand?" Seeing that this guy understood his 'reason', Sean's face broke out into a smile again.

"I understand, I understand." The drug convict nodded hastily.

"Go back if you understand?" Sean waved his hand.

The drug criminal got up and took two steps, then slowly turned back, "Well, I can..."

"What can you do!" Sean's face turned cold again, "I found that you are trying to push your limits. What is that? You are a drug addict!"

"Do you know it's illegal?"

"Confiscated."

"Get out of here!"

After driving the people out, Sean stood up and stretched.

In order to promote the anti-drug cause, Sean felt exhausted.

But consider that 50 tons of drugs are shipped out of Colombia every year, that is 50,000 kilograms, and an average of 139 kilograms are shipped every day!

Only 40 kilograms were seized this time.

There is a long way to go!

I'll contact the base later and see how the other two ships are doing these days.

"These drug criminals don't pay enough attention to safety." With this thought, Sean staggered towards the cabin.

As for what to do with these seizures?

It must have been shipped back and thrown in the trading area.

destroy?

Sean never thought about it.

In a free country, this stuff will be legal in the future.

The US military is involved in the transportation, and the CIA is the boss behind the scenes. You can't just follow the US military and go against the CIA, right?

Wouldn’t that be a crime?

Can you commit a crime yourself?

Obviously not!

Sean here robs... Sean here confiscated a batch of drug addicts and then withdrew.

Calculating the distance, the next one found by Jeff and the others would take at least half a day to get there if they took this route.

Sean and the others wanted to change places, because according to estimates, they arrived here at night.

How can you do something fair and aboveboard at night?

It's definitely not because it's difficult to target ships at night.

However, Sean was in vain this time. He didn't get the news until the time was confirmed and he used a satellite phone to contact other ships. There was a traffic jam there.

Afterwards, Sean no longer drifted on the sea, and directly got on the Black Hawk to pick up the passengers and returned to Cartagena.

On the way back, Sean sighed, there were still three gunboats missing, something had slipped through the net!

After seven days, all the supplies on each ship were exhausted, and everyone had been at sea for ten days. They were exhausted physically and mentally and had to go back to repair.

And while Sean was floating on the sea, the drug dealers in North America were completely in trouble!

…

Not much at a time, dozens of kilograms, but it can't hold three ships together. It takes ten days. The first three days are to get familiar with the situation, and the next seven days. Sometimes more than one day can seize more than 100 kilograms, and sometimes there are less than dozens of kilograms.

.

Front to back, about half a ton!

The drugs that are usually sold in grams are now measured in tons when Sean comes here.

I don’t know how many victims were furious after hearing that the goods had been robbed, not to mention that Sean had no intention of hiding it.

"Damn it, Fuck!" said an old black man in Miami, with veins on his neck clearly visible, and he smashed the bottle of wine in his hand on the ground.

"This son of a bitch!" Lao Hei used all the curse words he could think of.

You must know that Miami, a tourist paradise, has a large number of tourists every day. These are wealthy consumers who consume a lot of goods every day. The value of the goods he lost this time exceeded 4 million!

Of course, this is the seller, and following up on the goods are two different concepts.

But even if we purchase goods, it will cost less than two million!

"Kill him, I will kill his whole family. If there is no one left, throw him into the sea and feed it to the sharks!" After cursing crazily for half an hour, the thirsty Lao Hei opened another bottle of wine and took a sip.

.

He sat on the sofa and took a deep breath.

The curse is a curse, but the actual situation is another matter. The men who came back made it very clear, gunboat!

While I was playing with machine guns, others were already playing with naval guns.

As for Black Hawk armed helicopters and the like, he didn't believe it.

You won’t believe it until you see it!

When he was bragging over the years, he even said that he had blown people to pieces with an RPG.

In fact, he has never touched an RPG at all!

He also said that he and the guerrilla drug lords in South America were brothers in life and death, and he could easily summon hundreds of brothers carrying long guns and short cannons.

He also boasted that those brothers had F16s.

Just bragging, traditional arts, especially Lao Hei.

Even when his subordinates said that the other party was driving a gunboat, he didn't believe it at first.

However, a few days ago he heard that gangs in other cities were robbed at sea. He was so happy that he was drunk for several days, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn in the blink of an eye, so he couldn't help but not believe it.

Moreover, Lao Hei also secretly admired Sean, damn, he had robbed so many people in a short period of time.

Florida, Georgia, North and South Carolina... In the surrounding area, he heard news that more than a dozen large gangs had their goods robbed.

There is even news from Georgia that they want to find mafia families from nearby states to gather there and compete with this X security company!

Oh, I heard from the gossip that this security guard X seemed to have done a big job in Atlanta, Georgia, and wiped out a local mafia family.

…

"Stop making noise!" A thin, sinister-looking white man jumped to the front of the bar and shouted loudly for a long time before the bar became quiet.

More than two dozen mafia families from several surrounding states gathered here secretly.

Of course, not all are victims, some are just here to join in the fun.

Not all are black. In fact, there are only about three layers of black people, and most of them are white.

The gang members in movies and TV shows are all black, which is actually a kind of implicit discrimination.

Whether above ground or underground, white people have always made up the majority.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."

"Hey, George, do you want to be the leader?" shouted a big black man with a gold chain around his neck.

The sinister white man glanced at him, and a smile appeared on his lips, "No, no one has been chosen to call the shots now. I am just the host. What, Harrington, you want to take the lead, no problem."

"Do you have any opinions?" The sinister white man shouted to the twenty family patriarchs below.

Several white people looked at George on the stage and said nothing, but a few other white people objected loudly: "We are going to X security negotiation, does this idiot understand what he said?"

"You fucking fart!" Harrington had a ferocious look on his face, bared his teeth, stood up, pointed at the speaker and cursed.

"Harrington, I support you!" Several old black men immediately expressed their support loudly upon seeing him.

When facing white people, old people always stick together.

Dozens of family patriarchs and subordinates started arguing in the bar, and for a while it was impossible to hear what they were arguing about.

The sinister white people didn't stop him either. Anyway, several of their related families knew about Sean's affairs and didn't want to be the one who stood out.

After arguing for half an hour without any results, we finally decided to vote as usual.

Originally, the eight black gangs disagreed, so why did they have fewer people?

But unexpectedly, the final result turned out to be Harrington.

Harrington's face looked confused and proud, something he didn't even expect.

…

Back at the Cartagena base, all goods were stored in the underground vault in the trading area.

After calculating the harvest, Sean couldn't help but frown, "Why do you only have so little money?"

Faced with this, Jeff didn't know how to answer.

Well, he feels pretty much the same.

In terms of value, one gram of high-purity cocaine costs about $30 when shipped from Colombia.

This thing seems to be very profitable, but in fact, because there are too many middlemen, the profit gained each time is not very high.

Without a platform, consumers cannot enjoy direct sales from manufacturers, resulting in overpriced products. In the end, consumers purchase at very high prices.

The 95% high-purity product here at 30 per gram will eventually reach consumers, and a gram with a purity of about 40% will cost about 60 US dollars.

60 is very expensive. The normal salary in North America is only 8-900 per month. You can only buy 15 grams if you don’t eat or drink, and you can’t really eat or drink.

No matter how expensive it is, the sales volume will not increase. Of course, the rich people are a different matter.

The actual production cost is lower than 30 US dollars. If we calculate it as 30 US dollars, it seems to be 5 times the profit.

But in fact, the transporters have to share the money, the local general distribution gangs have to share the money, the distribution gangs have to share the money, the bulk cargo guys have to share the money, the police have to share the money, several times...

Therefore, if it is spread out, no one can make too much.

After getting all the goods, Sean calculated it. According to the price in Colombia, half a ton, 500 kilograms, 500,000 grams, it is about 15 million.

He drifted at sea for ten days, plus the time he spent working on this matter, it was almost a month.

Sean calculated the speed at which he was making money. According to the actual worth calculated by Monroe Deive for himself, it was about 480 million.

Including those in the dark, it's almost 550 million.

Over two years and less than three years, the average is US$180 million per year and US$16.66 million per month.

This is still the early stage when I haven’t made much money. If I make money at a rate in the past year, it will be no less than 23 million per month!

Sure enough, pan-drug is an industry with no future!

Still want to be a good person!

After two days of rest in Cartagena, someone passed on the news through Jonas that the bosses of 24 mafia families from 6 states on the east coast were coming to negotiate with him.

"Ha, negotiate, okay, let them come, I'll wait for them in Cartagena." Sean said to the phone with a smile.

"They asked me to keep them safe," said Jonas on the other end.

"Okay, tell them, I swear on the honor of the Rockefeller family, I guarantee their integrity." A sneer appeared on Sean's lips.

"Really or not!" On the other end, Jonas was the first to say no.

"Farke, what do you mean by that? You don't believe me!" Sean cursed into the phone.

"Well..." Jonas said in a long tone, "Based on my past experience, although I don't know the reason, but, yes, I don't believe it."

"Fuck you!" Sean was amused by this guy.

After hanging up the phone, the matter was settled. It was agreed that in three days, these people would arrive in Cartagena by plane.

It was said that it would be three days later, but in fact, each of these guys was more cunning than the other, and the earliest one arrived in Cartagena on the same day.

It's not that I'm here for a trip, it's mainly to get acquainted and arrange an escape route.

George and three people, most of whom looked like tourists, came out of the airport and took a taxi to the hotel they had booked on the phone.

Taking a taxi and looking at the bustling scenes on both sides of the street, if they hadn't known that this was Cartagena, they would have thought this was the United States.

Well, the building has a strong Dutch style.

Chatting with the drivers, there was no clue that they were members of the mafia.

On the way, the driver said he wanted to buy something from a nearby convenience store, and asked a few people to wait for a while before getting off the car.

However, before the driver walked into the nearby convenience store, the taxi was surrounded by several big men who suddenly appeared.

George and the others looked at the black muzzle in confusion.

What is going on!?

"George Edgar, Wallis Omar, Elinor Wendell, three distinguished gentlemen, you name me right." A burly man said with a cold smile on his lips.

The three of them looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

"X security!?"

"Smart, since you have guessed it, then don't make it so unpleasant for everyone." The big man bared his teeth and said with a smile.

"Fake, your boss has sworn to ensure our safety!" George's face looked extremely ugly.

"Of course, what our boss always talks about is safety, safety, and damn safety." The big man smiled and said, "You will be very, very safe with us."

Farke, Farke!

The three people's faces were ashen and they kept cursing in their hearts, but they still got out of the taxi calmly and got into a commercial vehicle next to them.

Before getting in the car, I gave the taxi driver a fierce look.

In the commercial car, to the surprise of George and the others, they were not handcuffed or anything like that. While the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, George wondered: "Can you tell me how you discovered us? I just

get off a plane!"

"Oh, it's nothing." The big man smiled indifferently. Sean said, there is no need to hide these, "Cartagena has a permanent population of 1.15 million, and there are 3,500 taxis. They are all owned by a taxi company. The boss

That’s Mr. Sean, more than 8,000 drivers, all our informants.”

"Oh, by the way, at Rafael Nunez International Airport, the security business is outsourced to X Security Company."

"We knew it as soon as you bought your ticket." The big man spread his hands.

George and the three of them looked at each other, damn, what the hell, every move of their group was under their noses.

"There are 1.15 million people in the entire Cartagena, and there are about 750,000 people who are capable of working, of which 50,000 are working for Mr. Sean." The big man said with a proud face, "This number is not high, after all.

, Cartagena has just been developed, and in the future, we believe this number will become even more!”

Looking at the proud man in front of them, George and the others only had one word left in their minds: 'Shit'.

This is really a fucking city controlled by one person. This is a bit too scary!

In fact, Sean thinks this is a small amount.

You must know that the traffic jam king in the east has 60% of the people in the city working for him.

I have a long way to go.

After George and the other three, one after another, someone was caught every few hours.

Sean didn't make it difficult for them. He simply didn't go to see them and sent them all directly to the trading area.

As long as they don't run away, Sean doesn't care what they do.

Even if they want a girl, they can choose whatever they want.

Anyway, food, clothing, accommodation, and entertainment cost money.

Well, the safe trading area is a little more expensive, but these guys are rich compared to each other.

What amused Sean the most was that Sean did not prohibit them from communicating with others. After all, if the family patriarch disappeared, it would cause a lot of trouble.

I don’t know what their motives were, but these guys kept calling after calling, but they never mentioned what happened to them after leaving the airport.

This results in the fact that the information is not concealed but has the effect of concealing it. The same routine can be used repeatedly against the mafia...

After leaving the airport, each family patriarch fell into the hands of X security, and then met again in the trading area.

It’s not embarrassing at all!

Now that everyone is here, Sean is not going to waste any time.

In the trading area and the large conference room, 24 mafia family patriarchs were talking to each other. Naturally, their subordinates could not enter.

The door to the conference room was pushed open, and Sean, dressed in casual clothes, stepped in, followed by Thomson and Jeff.

As soon as Sean appeared, the conference room suddenly became quiet.

After walking to the main seat, Sean glanced at everyone and said with a smile on his face: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Sean Rockefeller, everyone can just call me Sean."

"I don't know you all yet."

Everyone murmured in their hearts, "You really don't know me, but your subordinates know each other very well."

Of course, no one would say such impolite words at this time, even a few old black men would maintain their grace at this time.

It’s not because Sean’s surname is Rockefeller. It’s the three gunboats parked on the beach of the base, the armored vehicles that come in and out of the base patrolling Cartagena every day, the mortar trucks parked in the warehouse, and the occasional aerial mission.

The patrolling Black Hawk helicopter gunships turned each of them into gentlemen.

If you see it with your own eyes, you have to believe it.

While they were still playing with machine guns, they were already playing with aircraft and cannons...

Everyone is no longer on the same latitude.

After hearing everyone's introduction, Sean sat down and said with a smile on his face: "It's my honor, Sean, that everyone can come today."

"Since the trading area opened, this is the first time we have received so many distinguished guests. I don't know if everyone is having fun here these days."

"Happy, happy!" everyone said in a hurry.

They were greatly relieved that Sean didn't become aggressive as soon as he came up.

"Just be happy!" Sean smiled and nodded, "After staying here for two days, everyone must have understood the trading methods in this trading area."

Everyone nodded. After trading money here, the goods can bypass the customs and board the ship directly from the Cartagena pier. Both parties will complete the inspection steps on the ship. The Colombian customs and police will not care. There is no need to be sneaky anymore.

Be free and open-minded.

"I would like to state one thing here. Only by trading in a safe zone can you be safe. Do you have any opinions?"

After Sean finished speaking, a group of mafia bosses all looked at Harrington, and Harrington suddenly felt his scalp numb.

Farke, I'm fucking crazy trying to be the leader!

He was cursing in his heart, but now he had to take a stand and said bravely: "Mr. Sean, what is the charge?"

"The specific transaction does not matter in the trading area, as long as it is not an illegal item, we provide security services to ensure the safety of both parties during the transaction. The service fee is 10% of the transaction amount."

"But it's too expensive. In fact, before you, our transactions were very safe and almost nothing happened!" Harrington couldn't help complaining when he saw Sean always had a smile on his face and a good attitude.

stand up.

No one wants to be deprived of 10% of their profits for nothing, just once or twice, but with their trading volume, they will lose millions in a year.

Sean shook his head with regret, raised his hand and waved it slightly.

Next to him, Thomson pulled out a weird-looking gun, pointed it at Harrington and pulled the trigger.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, there was a soft "pop" sound, and a small needle-like thing was seen stuck in Harrington's body.

Harrington was also startled. The gunshot and severe pain he imagined did not come. He looked down at the thing stuck on his body, reached out and pulled it out, and a silver-white needle fell into his hand.

Harrington couldn't feel that this was definitely not a good thing. He raised his head, stood up suddenly, pointed at Sean and shouted: "What is this! You swear by the surname of the Rockefeller family that you will absolutely guarantee our safety!"

Others also looked at Sean with alert faces, and the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became depressed.

"Of course, I swear to make sure that each of you is complete. Look, you are complete now." Sean put his elbow on the table, crossed his fingers, and looked at Harrington with a smile.

"You, you, you..." He didn't know whether it was out of anger or something else, but Harrington felt dizzy and his eyesight turned black. He shook his head vigorously, but it still didn't help.

The body tilted, and the chair was brought down with a "clunk" sound. The person was unable to stand and fell to the ground at the same time.

Holding his throat with both hands, the cross began to convulse, his face gradually turned purple, and his body began to withdraw.

A group of mafia bosses all stood up in horror and stared at Harrington on the ground. Under the gaze of everyone, Harrington twitched for a while, and within a minute, he gradually became motionless.

"What a pity, he seems to be dead." Sean clicked his tongue twice, looking at everyone again, the smile on his face not diminishing, "Don't just stand around, you are so polite, sit down."

Everyone looked wary and had no reaction.

"I'll tell you to sit down!!" Sean's eyes suddenly widened, his voice deepened, and his tone was cold.

Everyone trembled and slowly sat down with ugly faces.

Only then did Sean smile again on his face, "Okay, let's continue the topic we just talked about."

"So, is there anyone still objecting now?"

Sean glanced over one by one, and whoever he saw immediately raised his hand in agreement.

Looking around, no one objected.

Sean raised his hand, smiled and clapped, "I'm very happy that we have reached an agreement on this matter."

"Why, aren't you happy?"

"Happy, happy!" Everyone agreed, forcing out smiles and clapping vigorously.

"That's it, from now on, you are our customers of X Security. X Security will definitely try its best to provide the best security services to everyone here. I also hope that we will have more cooperation opportunities in the future." Sean said.

Then he stood up, and everyone followed suit.

"Oh, by the way, you have been in Cartagena for a few days and haven't gone out to play yet."

"Cartagena now is different from before. It's safe, very safe, and there are more types of things to do."

"Safer and more open than the United States."

When everyone heard this, they were greatly relieved. They were no longer restricted from going out.

This calamity is over!

After that, Sean walked out and walked to the door. He suddenly stopped and turned around, "By the way, in seven days, in order to deal with the current situation in Colombia and the increasingly poor security environment in South America, X Security will jointly launch a joint operation with the Cartagena police.

It's an anti-terrorism exercise. If you are interested, you can come and visit."

"This is the first unofficially-led exercise in the world."

"welcome everybody!"

Sean waved to a group of mafia bosses, turned around and walked out.

We are different...

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