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As soon as these words came out, the other side of the phone fell silent.

Ethan and Toledo looked at each other and signaled the other two to stay quiet.

Whoever speaks first loses.

This is $60 million worth of goods, not $6 million.

No independence-trafficking group can bear such a huge loss. It will definitely be broken. The advantage is on their side.

"Braga is out of the question."

After a moment of silence, Campos's voice from the opposite side sounded again: "I can agree to all other conditions."

Hearing this, Ethan's eyes lit up.

As long as the other party lets go, it means that the bottom line can be broken through again.

"He has to show up."

Toledo clutched the beer bottle tightly: "Everyone's risk must be equal. It's very simple now. Either I make a deal with Braga, or I destroy this batch of unique products."

"Of course, after something like this happens."

"Dear Mr. Campos, I think you deserve to die sooner than I do."

No independent owl can bear this level of loss, and must vent his anger with a large number of heads.

Everyone knows this.

Toledo's idea was simple. If this batch of goods was really lost, he was afraid that the other party would be the first to die.

On the other side of the phone, Campos's breathing became rapid.

He has never been threatened like this since he came to power, never.

"time."

He grabbed the bullet from the tray next to him, put it to his nose and took a deep breath: "There is also a location."

"Tonight."

Ethan's voice sounded, seemingly calm:

"For specific information, I will tell the long-legged girl half an hour in advance, and I will prepare funds for you in one afternoon. It is enough."

"Actually, I like you very much."

He yawned and said: "Your party was very good. I hope we can remember the fun. Everyone made a deal smoothly in the evening, and it was like a party and everyone was happy. What do you think?"

Without waiting for a reply, the phone beeped and hung up.

Looking at the disconnected call, Campos's eyes turned cold and he broke the cigar he just picked up with force.

Since becoming famous, no one has ever dared to threaten him like this.

No one dares to make fun of themselves like this.

"Call up."

He glanced at Gizelle coldly and said with a smile: "Tell someone to bring weapons."

"There's a big party tonight."

Faced with this threat, the independent lords will only respond with one method, and that is blood.

"clear."

Gizelle drank the whiskey in one gulp, took the phone and left the office quickly.

In this state, no one dared to mess with Campos.

"Bang."

Seeing the door closed, Campos grabbed the ashtray and slammed it against the side door: "Get out of here."

The side door opened quietly.

The two women just walked out cautiously, staring at the intricately patterned carpet.

"I didn't tell you to leave."

Campos's eyes were red and he yelled crazily: "Get out, crawl, kneel down, come here!"

A wail soon penetrated the wooden door.

In the office next to her, Gizelle let out a heavy breath when she heard the voice. She pursed her lips and sent out the text messages quickly.

All the manpower scattered in every corner of Los Angeles must be called back.

Letty's.

After Ethan hung up the phone, he looked at O'Connor: "What is your plan?"

Trading is not the point.

The key point is to catch Braga. According to his understanding of those independent lords, the other party will definitely send out a large number of people tonight. As long as the goods are confirmed to be at the scene, those people will definitely kill without hesitation.

In this case, thorough preparation is necessary.

"We found a remote terminal loading and unloading area near the Port of Los Angeles." O'Connor nodded, took out maps from his arms, and opened them:

"This location is remote enough."

"And there are a lot of containers around, making it easy for our people to ambush."

He stretched out his finger and tapped on the map, and said excitedly: "Anyway, the time and place are now under our control. We can set traps however we want. As long as I give the signal, we will arrest people immediately."

"The SWAT team will be here tonight."

"There is no need to worry about safety."

Looking at the red circle drawn on the map, Ethan and Toledo looked at each other and nodded slowly.

In this transaction, they were just bait.

It was the FBI that really took action. In order to capture Braga without injury, they had to give up this opportunity.

After explaining the situation, O'Connor left the living room to make lunch with Mia.

The relationship between the two also heated up quickly.

Ethan wrote down the address of the dock, picked up his cell phone and walked out of the house quickly to tell Jabber the latest situation and make his own arrangements.

"Hey."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Toledo slowly came to the porch.

"You're contacting a friend, right?"

He pulled out the recliner and sat down next to Ethan: "Mia told me that you came here with a friend."

"That's right."

Now that he knows, Ethan is no longer secretive: "He doesn't like meeting strangers, so."

"No need to explain this." Toledo waved his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I can understand it. This shows that you are a cautious person, and we do need to be cautious."

"There are some accidents, we must be careful!"

"You don't believe O'Connor?" Ethan heard the implication and stared at Toledo: "I thought he had gained your trust."

"No." Toledo shook his head:

"I don't trust the FBI. Those guys can definitely do things that turn against someone."

"O'Connor is just an agent." He met Ethan's gaze and said slowly: "If there is an accident tonight, we will run away immediately. I will stay at my home."

"Those guys in uniform would never guess that I dare to go home. Let's find a way."

"When the time comes, you know where to find me."

"As for your friends."

He rocked the recliner slightly and watched the white clouds drifting: "Actually, you and your friends don't need to get involved. If you are caught by the FBI, it will be very troublesome!"

"Um."

Ethan groaned and swayed along with him.

He followed the good example and took out his cell phone again to send a text message to Jiabo, canceling his plan to have him provide support from the outside tonight.

Toledo is right, the risk is too great.

If Jiabo was caught, it would be a big trouble. It would be better to let him stay in the apartment.

Dock area, under the bridge.

In an open space of containers, there were several suitcases piled next to a jeep riddled with bullet holes, with a lot of powder scattered on them.

Next to it, there were two Dodge Hellcats parked.

A soft cough sounded from time to time.

In a container about fifty meters away from here, several computers and temporary communication systems are placed on several long tables.

On the screen, Ethan's face appeared clearly.

O'Connor and Toledo, here too.

The three people were either standing or leaning behind the jeep.