The solar system is broken

"Crunch~"

The iron gate slowly opened under the traction of the electric motor, and a Lincoln slowly drove into the dilapidated factory building.

Two streaks of muddy water were left on the wet cement floor. A woman got out of the front seat, knocked gently on the glass (the car was very soundproof, just to remind the people inside), and then opened the door.

"Boss~" the girl said in Spanish.

"Huh?" A white man stepped out of the car and adjusted his suit. This man was Moses.

Holding an umbrella, Huo Shan let out a long sigh of relief when he got out of the car. The sensational 3D dragon just now almost made him unable to hold back.

The gangsters I've met recently don't seem that serious.

Wang Dafu is a nouveau riche, but Moses is just a joke.

"Mr. Huo," the woman glanced at Huo Shan, who was looking around, and whispered, "he used to be a soldier."

Moses frowned and asked, "What's the problem?"

"He used to serve in China."

Moses nodded, but didn't say anything.

It's hard for women to say anything. Although this boss looks abnormal, he has a clear heart.

A novice in the underworld has been feeding the fishes for a long time. Moses has been around until now, so he naturally has extraordinary abilities.

Huo Shan curiously took a look around. It was very wide, with various parts scattered everywhere. There was also a faint smell of engine oil in the air. It looked like it was a car park, which had been abandoned for some time.

At the door of the second floor, there were two big men in black, holding submachine guns and bullet belts hanging on their bodies, looking fierce and fierce.

When it comes to fighting, these two muscles are of little use. In a life-and-death fight, it is not who is stronger who has a greater chance of winning. This one has to be more ruthless.

But what leaves Huo Shan speechless is why the gangsters love black so much and wear black wherever they go.

"Mr. Huo, please come this way."

Moses made a gesture of invitation, and then took Huo Shan onto a small elevator.

The black driver didn't follow him, he just stood at the elevator door.

Two men and one woman got on the box elevator, and Moses pressed the number 3 on the elevator.

"Mr. Huo Shan, have you been a soldier before?"

"Ah~ yes." Huo Shan lowered his head and realized that his straight-out posture revealed his experience.

"China?"

Huo Shan nodded and added, "My parents are gone, and I came back from the army with nothing to worry about, so I came to South America to make money."

Moses looked at Huo Shan suspiciously and asked casually, "Did we know Miss Alia at that time too?"

Shaking his head, "Actually, we have only known each other for less than a month."

Ding~ The elevator rang.

Moses got out of the elevator first.

Then came the woman who answered the code. The woman gave Huo Shan a warning look, but Huo Shan pretended not to notice.

I wondered in my mind whether the secret might have been exposed somewhere.

The third floor smells like new plastic, there are no windows inside, and the cold circulating wind blows in.

The computer case on standby made a low roar.

Many bright lights can be clearly seen from the light reflected from the ceiling of the passing room.

These are probably computer rooms or servers.

What Huo Shan didn't expect was that a gangster organization would set up such a large processing center. Could it be a money laundering organization?

According to the information provided by Tian Quan, the main business of the Sicilian gang is the smuggling of tobacco and alcohol in the huge profit industry.

This may be different from what people usually think of Huang Tian at the top, gambling and drug abuse at the bottom, and rampant profiteering.

In fact, although powder is rampant in South America, compared to smuggling tobacco and alcohol, it is not even a bit worse.

A pack of tobacco is smuggled from South America to Florida. The average legal retail price of a pack of medicine is $13, the wholesale price is $12.5, and the profit per pack is around $0.5.

A pack of smuggled cigarettes is less than 1 dollar, and the cost of transportation is only 3 dollars. It is sold down the line for about 5-6 dollars, and the profit is 200%. Subsequent sales are sold for 12 dollars, and you can also make 5-6 dollars. Profit.

At 100%.

On the other hand, although the sales of fans in the United States exceed 100 billion, due to factors such as processing difficulty and production costs, the total profit does not actually exceed 20%. (It seems that the huge profits are due to the spread and dilution of the collective multiples in the middle)

Moreover, comparing the two, smuggling cigarettes will lead to jail time at most, while selling powder will basically get nothing.

If it were you, you wouldn't go out to get fans.

"Mr. Huo," Moses stopped, and with a look in his eyes, the woman understood instantly.

Take out the key from the peaks, insert it into the lock cylinder, and open the door.

The half-suspended light bulbs lit up one after another, and the dark green swords were piled up neatly, covering half of the wall.

Huo Shan's eyes widened when he saw it. There were at least seven or eight small goals.

After this job is done, will you not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life?

"What should I do?" Huo Shan put away his thoughts and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"I would like to ask my husband to help me hack a website in Sicily," Moses smiled, stroking the piles of paper and pens, and picked up the 5 US dollar green coins and flipped through them.

"who?"

Moses tilted his head, and the woman understood instantly and took out her mobile phone from her leather skirt.

...This woman is a treasure chest, right?

After Huo Shan saw what was on his phone, his expression became unnatural.

Irish gang?

I’m very confused. Isn’t this also a mafia organization? Its own people are blackmailing their own people?

"Help me hack the other side," Moses nodded to Huoshan, "These are all yours."

"Did they mess with you?"

"I don't need to tell you this." Moses didn't answer this question at all.

"It's not easy."

The Irish Gang is not a simple gang. Although they are a gangster, they are an out-and-out elite group.

This group has an elite group of hackers, and what they do is steal secrets and launder money.

It stands to reason that these two groups should be on equal footing. After all, it is easy to be at odds if the industry is too large, and there is nothing to cause friction between the two groups.

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to do it," Moses nodded. He naturally knew how difficult it was. For this reason, he killed more than a dozen hackers who were trying to get money. "Lami, you help Mr. Huo."

"It's the boss." The woman nodded obediently.

Start? Huo Shan sneered in his heart, probably because he wanted to look at me.

But Huo Shan didn't care too much. No one could stop him if he left.

"Mr. Huo, the matter is out of your hands." Moses bowed respectfully. He didn't know which movie he learned this etiquette from.

"Lami, you must meet any request of Mr. Huo, he is our hope in Sicily."

Moses solemnly warned Lamy.

"Okay boss." Lamy was like a docile lamb.

"Then Mr. Huo, I'll wait for your good news," Moses waved his hand, turning around and walking away regardless of what Huo Shan had.

Huo Shan blinked, it seemed like I had taken on a very ridiculous job, helping one black gang to hack another black gang.

Lamy put his hands on his back and looked at Huo Shan expressionlessly, staring at Huo Shan with hair growing on his body.

"Do you listen to me wherever you go?" Huo Shan dragged his chin, staring at the bumpy figure, thoughtfully.

"Yes, Lamy will listen to Xiansen on everything now!" without any expression.

Huo Shan was still very suspicious. He slowly raised his finger and pointed at Lamy, blinking, but suddenly forgot what he was going to say.

Lamy looked at the direction of Huoshan's finger, then at himself, and said calmly, "Okay, Sir."

I don’t even understand myself, what are you doing?

Then Lamy pulled down his leather pants, revealing the mysterious Bermuda triangle underneath.

"Huh?~ It's a bit ugly!"

"No, who told you to take it off? Put it on!"

Lamy still had no expression.