Starting as an arms dealer, I am the overlord in South America

Six people suddenly appeared, and the originally spacious living room suddenly became much more cramped.

He took out a dozen US dollar bills from his wallet, handed them to a few people, and told them to settle down nearby. The place where he lived was not a high-end apartment, but an ordinary apartment. Two hundred US dollars a month could buy a good house....

The next day,

Luis sat in a second-hand SUV, brought Elro and two other bodyguards to a small town called Turbaco, 10 kilometers away from Cartagena.

Compared to the bustling Cartagena, this town was much smaller.

The car drove into an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

At this time, two pickup trucks were parked on the concrete ground in front of the warehouse. There were several strong men with tattoos on their arms standing around, holding AK47s in their hands, and watching Luis and others get off the car warily.

"Hi, Louis, you are finally here.

A brown-haired, bearded man came up with his hands open and a smile.

""Carlos, I'm sorry, I took the wrong road and kept you waiting."

Luis gave Carlos an apologetic look, and then gave him a manly hug.

The two were old friends and had traded several times before. Compared with Ahab, Carlos in front of him was his real big customer. The other party was a gangster and a drug trafficking gang. It was said to be related to the famous Medellin Group. He didn't know the details. After all, he had only been here for two or three months and was not familiar with it at all.

The two hugged and exchanged a few words, and Carlos asked about the goods.

"Ottoniel, bring the things here."

Louis turned around and told a soldier

"It's the boss."

The assassin named Otto Neil returned to the car, took out two black canvas bags from the trunk, and then took them over and placed them in front of Luis and Carlos.

"Carlos, please click, there are 70 AK47s, 10 grenades, and 3,000 bullets in total."

After hearing this, Carlos waved his hand, and two of his men came forward to count the weapons and equipment.

He then chatted with Louis.

"I heard that the DEA is serious about this and has sent thousands of military and police officers to encircle and suppress the Medellin Cartel. Is this true?"

Luis took a puff of his cigarette and asked with a smile.

"Well, that's what happened."

"So what? How is Pablo doing now? Has he been caught?"

"Catch, what a joke, he is Pablo, relying on those scumbags in the DEA, they want to catch the great Mr. Pablo, how is it possible, if it weren't for the support of the Americans behind them, would they dare to do it?"

Looking at the disdainful face and the nose in the air, Louis shrugged and didn't ask any more questions

"Boss, the goods are correct and the quantity is correct."

"OK！"

Carlos said nothing and waved his hand. A younger brother came forward and took out a large stack of money from his suitcase.

"Elro, count them."

"Yes!"

A few minutes later, Elro finished counting and reported to him:"Boss, the total is 72,000 US dollars."

Hearing this, Louis smiled and stretched out his hand:"Carlos, I look forward to working with you next time"

"Louis, wait."

"What? Anything else?"

"Let me introduce you to someone."Carlos turned to one of his men and ordered,"Go, ask Mr. Raimondo to come over."

Raimondo?

Hearing this name, Luis felt familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Wait.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered who Raimondo was.

The core backbone of the Medellin Group, mainly engaged in mortgage business, because it was backed by the world's drug lord Pablo, no one dared to provoke him, even the drug enforcement officers, because they all had to live in Colombia, had families and relatives, and no one wanted to offend the drug trafficking organization, especially a large drug trafficking group like Medellin. They even dared to kill the Minister of Justice.

They kidnapped many officials from the Supreme Procuratorate, the Court, the Police Department, etc.

And killed dozens of military and police officers. It is conceivable how crazy it is, and that is why no one is willing to take the initiative to provoke the people of the Medellin Group.

Before, he was still thinking about how to get in touch with the Medellin Group, but he didn't expect that he would be sleepy and handed over a pillow.

No need to guess, the other party must want to buy arms when they see him, otherwise why would they see him?

"Mr. Raymondo, let me introduce you to Louis. The weapons and equipment he sells are of very good quality, all top-quality goods.

The man named Raymondo looked him up and down, then looked at the three people behind Louis, nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and said with a smile,"Who is Louis? My name is Raymondo, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. Raimondo."

Louis smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party.

"I heard from Carlos that you are very powerful and can get heavy weapons?"

"As long as the money is in place, I can get you any kind of weapons."

Luis squinted his eyes and replied with a smile.

The Medellin Group is a big fish. If they can catch this big fish, they won't have to sell it separately like they do now. The boss of the group, Pablo, is worth billions of dollars.

This is just him alone. If the entire Medellin Group is included, the net worth is even more. In a word, they are financially strong.

To get along with such a big customer, you have to be confident, otherwise, people will think you are a small arms dealer.

Seeing Luis's confident look and those shameless words, Raymondo narrowed his eyes, but did not ridicule anything. He said in a calm tone:"I want military Hummer armored vehicles, armed helicopters and machine guns"

"No problem." Louis said calmly:"What kind of armed helicopters do you want, Suxiong, the United States, or other countries? And for machine guns, what kind of machine guns do you want? Light machine guns or heavy machine guns?"

Louis asked several questions in a row, which shocked Raymondo. Could this man be the spokesperson of the arms company?

Putting away his contempt, Raymondo said:"It's all right. It mainly depends on what weapons you can provide. The other is the price. As long as the goods are good, the price is negotiable."

"So, please leave me your contact information and I will contact you tomorrow. Then we can find a place to talk in detail."

"Sure."

Raymondo asked someone to get a pen and paper, and then wrote down his contact number.

After putting the note away, Louis left after seeing that everything was done.

"Carlos, do you think he can really get armed helicopters, heavy machine guns and other weapons and equipment?"Raymondo narrowed his eyes, looked at the taillights of the car going away, and asked softly.

Carlos, who was standing next to him, hesitated for a moment and said,"Although it is a bit unbelievable, from my experience of trading with him several times, he should be a smuggled arms dealer, and there should be an arms company behind him, and his power is not insignificant."