The Strongest Arms Dealer

Modibo Village.

It is located in a small village 97 kilometers away from Culiacan, in the center of Mexico's "Golden Triangle". This place may not be found on a rough map, but Guzman, known as the "Son of Paradise", was born here. He was once the world's most wanted criminal and the largest flour tycoon. He has more than 30 countries around the world. The country opened factories.

Such a person is very bold. When he is wanted, he wants others in turn.

But maybe he was too arrogant, and finally, he was caught!

And his power was torn apart, and at this time, it became several world-class flour groups, including Sinaloa.

"Our goods were swept away again."

Jian held Colt in his hand, pressed the bullets into the clip, stood up from an ammunition box, looked at the younger brothers who followed him, and he was hiding in hiding during this period of time, "I remember, this one Only a few people know about it, do you think someone betrayed me? Songpa."

The person whose name was called was an Asian. When he heard Ji An calling himself, he shivered. This was a reaction from the nervousness of the human body. He raised his head quickly, "No, no, no...it's not me."

"I hate people betraying me the most." Jian put the gun against his head and fired two shots. The bullets shot out from the back of the head. The front was like a small hole, and the back was as thick as two fingers, but some unknown liquid splashed. The people next to him didn't dare to say anything.

"Do you really think I don't know?" Jian looked at Songpa, took out a mobile phone from the other party's arms, opened a text message on it, he glanced at it, and then said mockingly, "It's really vulgar justice."

Justice wants to judge evil?

Just kidding!

Don't you know that the greatest justice is the greatest evil!

"Without us, the suicide rate of drug addicts in North America has increased by 30%! What does this mean? The society needs us, and we are needed by others. This is what we mean when we do this business." Ji'an admired "Heaven's Son" Guzman, otherwise he would not have chosen to stay in Modib.

Guzman loves nothing more than leading his subordinates with charisma and publicity.

Ji An also thought about doing so, but the people below are obviously not very face-saving. After Sinaloa launched a war with the Mexican regular army, both sides are holding their breath. In the past three weeks, more than 200 people in the group have been arrested. More than 300 people were killed.

Fortunately, there is money in the group, and it can be distributed to everyone. This is also the capital of hard work.

"Our shipment is worth 30 million U.S. dollars! North America has already urged us to ship this shipment, otherwise, the business will be taken away by those **** Asians. No matter what, give me Find a way to get the cargo out!" Ji'an was more like roaring incompetently, compared with Guzman, he was too incompetent.

"Boss, we can ask other people to help transport it out." Someone said boldly.

"Now all the groups in Mexico are involved in the war, who can?" Ji An felt that the other party's words were farting, but after he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly, "No, there really is, the Savior Company!"

"Yes, it's them." Ji An was very excited, "Contact them."

"Boss, they have already said that the company will not intervene in our affairs, and they also made it clear that they will not accept anything related to flour."

Ji An looked at the person who spoke, stared, and blamed the other person for talking too much, "That's because the money given is not enough, I don't believe it, we don't even have this bit of face, this line must not Cut it off!" Maybe he wanted to save face in front of his younger brother, he hooked his hands, motioned for the mobile phone, and called Mister himself.

Of course, Mister took over his identity directly.

"Hello, Mister, who is it?" After two rings from the opposite side, a thick male voice spoke.

"I'm Ji'an."

"Oh! God, is Mr. Ji'an still safe? Is there any business to introduce to me? What kind of weapons do you want? We just came here with a batch of RPGs. The price is good, and the shells are also cheap." Mister is very natural. Start selling.

Ji An showed a little impatience on his face, and interrupted Mister, "Mr. Mister, I do have a business for you. I have a batch of goods that I need you to help me deliver to the South Coast of the United States."

Mister on the opposite side was quiet for a while, and then said, "I'm sorry, sir, we can't take this business, we are just ordinary arms dealers, we don't take other business, I'm sorry, we can't help you, Contact us next time, happy cooperation."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone... hung up...

Ji An's face froze immediately, it was so embarrassing, now the boys were all looking at him, the atmosphere became very quiet, his eyelids twitched slightly, finally, he couldn't help it anymore, he smashed the mobile phone on the ground, and let out an angry cry scold.

No matter what harsh words, the younger brothers all lowered their heads and dared not speak too much. The boss is not in a good temper right now.

"Think of another way!"

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After Mister hung up the phone, he still smiled helplessly. The Sinaloa Group is really going to end sooner or later in the hands of Ji An. He is not worried at all that the other party will not cooperate with them. Only they can sell the weapons.

They have legal documents. In Latin America, under the care of the boss of Eagle Sauce, who would dare to move this business? If you want to resist, you have to find a savior.

"Excuse me, general." Mister said to the lieutenant general in front of him after putting down the phone.

This person is indeed Melville. After his boss Zephaniah was killed, he finally took this position as he wished. Now he should be said to be the highest person in charge of the military department.

"I think it must be very important to call you." Melville said, he was listening in on the sidelines, and Meister didn't intend to hide it. "It's Mr. Gian, he wants to do it with me." A deal."

"The person sitting in front of you is a member of the Mexican military. It's not good for you to call a wanted criminal so recklessly." Melville said with a serious face and leaned forward slightly.

This is one of his characteristics, which shows that he is very serious.

Mister was not afraid at all, he smiled and pulled away the heavy lifting, took out a box of chewing gum from it, gave himself a piece, and motioned to the other party, Melville shook his head, put the gum back, and said, "You are all business partners to me. I just earn some hard money. You have to understand our hard work~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don't you? At the very least, we are paying taxes."

"But the weapons you're selling are killing our people."

"It's none of our business. The weapons we sell are full of righteousness, but they don't reject evil, do they?" Mister said. Standing up, he walked in front of Melville, and just stood there. This condescending look made Melville very comfortable, and he listened to Mister continue.

"Why do you fight and kill? It's not safe. It's not good. Ji'an needs to find someone to help him. His reward is very rich. I wonder if you are interested? I can help you pull the string."

Melville smiled angrily, "I'm an official."

"500,000 dollars."

"It's not money..."

"One million dollars!"

Melville's heart trembled, he was not very firm in his rejection, "My bottom line."

"Two million U.S. dollars." Mister said in his ear, "This money is enough to buy your bottom line."