Reborn American Giants

"Shh!" Standing in front of the immigration checkpoint of Komapala International Airport, Kevin stared at the long chestnut-haired beauty in the queue next to him who was dressed in cool clothes and had a curvy figure. He whistled and turned to Jeff.

Li said: "I take back what I said before, this country is pretty good."

"Damn it, we're not here for a vacation. Take your mind back and put it on work." His partner is good at everything, but it's this lustful thing that Jeffrey can't accept.

"Hey, relax man, don't be so rigid. Now that we've arrived in this country, it looks like we have to stay for a long time. If I don't find some fun, I'm afraid I'll go crazy," faced the stiff words of his partner

, Kevin complained.

Jeffrey wanted to say something more, but the person in front of him had passed the inspection and it was his turn. So he swallowed what he wanted to say. After all, Kevin was sent to El Salvador together, but he still suffered from him.

, if he wants to have some fun, let him. Anyway, he is still trustworthy when it comes to big things.

…

"Purpose of entry?" The customs staff took Jeffrey's passport, looked through it carefully, and then carefully compared the photo on the passport with Jeffrey himself.

"Official business," looking at the inquiring eyes of the customs staff, Jeffrey further explained: "I am an employee of Black Hawk Airlines. I came to El Salvador to expand the market. This is my colleague Kevin."

What is going on? When did a small Central American country have such strict immigration inspections?

Jeffrey was a little impatient. He watched the black customs inspector holding his passport and waving to a man who looked like a supervisor behind him.

"Perez, what's the matter?" The other person quickly came to his subordinates. The two whispered a few words in a low voice. The supervisor asked the inspector to take the passports of Jeffrey and Kevin and leave.

"Hey, what are you doing? What's wrong with our passports?" Jeffrey shouted loudly when he saw this. His voice aroused the inquiring eyes of other passengers waiting for immigration inspection.

The man who looked like a supervisor spread his hands and waved them in front of Jeffrey, "Sir, sir, please don't be nervous. We found that there are some discrepancies in your entry information, so we need to check it further, and we ask for your cooperation.

one time."

"...It's okay, it's okay," he said loudly to the other passengers.

Jeffrey and Kevin looked at each other. The two airport guards holding rifles on the other side of Kevin shook their heads, then shrugged their shoulders, making a helpless expression.

They had to wait patiently, but Jeffrey thought there might be some misunderstanding. He didn't think there would be any problems with the passports processed uniformly in the bureau.

In order to conceal their true purpose, Jeffrey and Kevin concealed their identity as employees of a Black Hawk airline registered in Panama. If anyone traced it, they would also find that their purpose of entry was also for official reasons and to develop business.

channel to prepare for the establishment of Black Hawk Airlines’ office in El Salvador.

Moreover, they hold American passports. El Salvador and the United States are "allies". El Salvador is also the only country in Central America that can apply for an American "e2" visa.

In the same way, travelers holding U.S. passports who want to enter El Salvador are also visa-free.

However, Jeffrey and Kevin did not have to wait too long. The black inspector who had just left came back again with their passports. He nodded to his supervisor, indicating that there was no problem.

The supervisor instructed the black inspector to stamp the entry stamp, and then handed the passports back to Jeffrey and Kevin. He said apologetically: "...I'm really sorry. It was a misunderstanding that caused so much trouble to you two."

I'm extremely sorry for the trouble. But it's all for work, so I ask for your understanding."

"Hey, if there's no problem, just get out of the way..." Kevin wanted to complain, but some passengers behind him who were waiting in line for inspection were already impatient.

Jeffrey put away his passport, turned his head away, and left Kevin, who was about to exchange some curse words with the passengers behind him.

The supervisor's voice came softly behind him, "...Welcome to El Salvador and wish you a pleasant trip."

Of course Jeffrey, who didn't look back, would not notice that the supervisor saw their figures disappearing into the airport hall. He immediately put away the smile on his face, turned his head and asked the prosecutor: "Perret

Si, how's it going? Is everything done?"

"Of course, Mr. Javier," faced his boss's inquiry, Perez casually looked through a passenger's passport a few times, and then ignored the complaints of passengers waiting for inspection and placed a "inspection suspended" sign.

Standing in front of the examination table, he stood up and walked aside with Javier, took out a few pieces of copy paper from his arms, and handed them to Javier.

"Well done," Javier took the thin sheets of copy paper, flipped through them casually, then patted Perez on the shoulder and praised them.

If Jeffrey saw the contents on these pieces of paper, even if he just took a casual glance, he would immediately find that the contents copied on these thin sheets of copy paper were copies of their passports.

"Hey, Mr. Javier...that...the one we agreed to." Perez said with a flattering smile on his face, rubbing his hands together, and said hesitantly.

"Well, you guy, are you still afraid that I will blame you for your debt?" Seeing Perez's coquettish movements, Javier rolled his eyes and immediately understood what Perez's unfinished words were.

What's the meaning.

He cursed with a smile, reached into his arms and took out a stack of U.S. dollars tied with rubber bands. He took out one and handed it to Perez, "Take it. When you see tourists like this from the United States in the future, continue to act like this."

If this happens this time, report it to me, do you understand?"

Perez took the 100 dollars handed to him by Javier. On the contrary, there was no happy look on his face, but a look of hesitation.

"...Uh, um...Mr. Javier, didn't you agree that one message would be worth 100 dollars? Aren't those two Americans just now...this...should be counted as two messages?"

After saying that, Perez let out a long breath, looked at Javier carefully, and at the same time quickly put the 100 US dollars he had just received into his arms, for fear that the other party would be angry.

Can't get it.

"...You guy," Javier looked at Perez's cautious look and pointed at him with a bit of laughter, "...you are so greedy."

Shaking his head, Javier thought of what the instructor said during training, and took out a green dollar and handed it to Perez, saying: "Take it, you cunning nigger, as long as you serve us well in the future

I will never treat you badly when doing things."

"...I understand, I understand," Perez was definitely smiling this time. He just found two Americans and copied their passports. For such a simple thing, he got 200 US dollars. There is nothing more than this.

An easier way to make money?

Hearing Havel's words at this moment, he nodded repeatedly, patted his chest and promised that he would keep an eye on all the passengers coming and going for Mr. Havel in the future.

Jeffrey and Kevin must have never imagined that as soon as they set foot in El Salvador, their information would be completely sold to a seemingly ordinary black man.

Life has taught them a good lesson, which is not to underestimate any little person.

And what about Javier? He was already eager to report to the higher authorities and report the information about these two Americans. This was his task. As for the next step, how the higher authorities would investigate and deal with it was none of his business.

He is part of the "security network" formed by Piru.

This security network was composed of Piru, following Victor's orders, who bribed a large number of customs staff at San Salvador's airport, taxi drivers throughout the city, and hotel check-in staff.

As soon as some suspicious persons arrive, from the airport until they take a taxi and check into the hotel, this security network will react immediately.

These ordinary people bribed by the Gref family will immediately report to Piru's "security officers". In return, they will receive a "bonus" of US$100 for every piece of useful information they provide.

At the same time, Piru also has a team of "security officers" who are good at tracking and investigating. After receiving the news, they will immediately conduct a series of tracking, eavesdropping and investigations on the target to confirm the target's true identity.

Coupled with the police in the capital city who had already been bribed by Victor. In this way, Victor can now easily grasp the goings-on in San Salvador.