Chapter 32 [Blacking Extortion]

After dinner, Junta made a very strange invitation to me.

Take a bath together?

Then I understood what he meant.

Behind his palace, which looks exactly like the White House of the US President, he actually built a luxurious bathroom!

I thought about it and now I need to win over a relationship with him, so I didn't refuse.

We came to the bathroom behind the bathroom under the protection of several of his personal bodyguards. I could see that these bodyguards were definitely powerful guys!

First of all, the natural excellent physical fitness of the black race is undoubtedly shown in these people. They all have strong muscles and agile figures. This is definitely not comparable to the kind of muscle men who practice bodybuilding and have rigid muscles! These bodyguards are covered with black and shiny muscles, full of elasticity! They are as sharp as a few leopards! Their eyes are full of brilliance!

We took off our coats outside the bathroom, in a room with fur on the ground. I found that the look of Junta looking at me was slightly strange...

This guy doesn't like that kind of tune, right?

This idea made me a little ridiculous. Then I understood that he was looking at the scars on my body. I had all kinds of knife wounds, gunshot wounds, cuts, and penetrations on my body... If I hadn't been practicing martial arts since I was a child, my senior brother would have used the secret techniques of the master to help me with the care of my scars. A guy like me who was covered in scars would have long been useless.

After taking off his clothes, when Junta looked at me, he was a little confused. Then he seemed to nod, and then there was a little more respect in his eyes when he looked at me.

He was a soldier and was once a soldier. Only those who have truly experienced the test of death will feel that these scars on men are actually medals of another situation.

"You are different from the investment consultant I used to be." He curled his lips and said this very suddenly: "He is tender and tender... and you are a soldier."

His eyes noticed my hand.

I practice martial arts, knives, daggers, and of course, I also practice firearms. Naturally, I have many calluses on my palms. At the same time, there are several areas of my finger joints that are thicker than ordinary people. These are almost obvious signs in the eyes of experienced people.

"How many people have you killed with these hands?" He asked me with interest.

"It's definitely not as many generals." I answered lightly.

We both walked into the bathroom naked, which was beyond my expectations. He seemed to trust me very much, and even saved the bodyguards, so we walked into the bathroom inside.

Aren't he afraid that I will assassinate him at such a time?

But this thought flashed through my mind. Although this guy is bandit-like, he is not a fool after all. He must have verified my identity before I came. And... why should I kill him? Joke... I killed him, and all the people in the land I brought to die here. No one can escape.

Walking into the bathroom... I was really shocked!

Oh my God!! This is Africa! It is one of the areas with the most lack of freshwater resources in the world!!

The bathroom in front of me is luxuriously almost cursed! I think even the enjoyment of the Arab royal family is probably just like this...

A huge round bath is three points larger than the swimming pool at my home. The edge of the bath is made of the best white marble. In the middle of the bath is a fountain and a naked Greek goddess. From the shape, this Greek goddess sculpture is made completely based on human bionics. A person can lie in the arms of "her" and hit her chest with his head. Then there are counting water columns under his body that gently washes his body...

There are three round yellow handles around the bathtub... I just took a look and recognized... These handles are all pure gold! It is full of pure gold! Behind the handle are three lion head statues. As long as you pull the handle, water columns will spew out of the lion's mouth, and people can lie down below and enjoy the rinsing of the water flow.

The bathtub was already full of hot water, and the whole bathroom was filled with water vapor. Qianta and I walked in and then lay in the water. Then he smiled and said, "How is it? Do you like this place in me?"

"Very good...very good." I sighed: "It's so extravagant."

"I have three palaces like this in the country!" He seemed a little proud: "Even the president of the United States, there is only one White House. And I have three."

I sighed, and said nothing. But I felt a little dissatisfied. Anyone who knows common sense knows that this guy is so extravagant, just like the ancient Chinese emperor. The more extravagant he is, the faster he collapses.

Looking at my silent appearance, Qianta suddenly said again: "I have brought him in the past as well."

I understand that the beautiful girl he mentioned was the former investment consultant who was fed to the lion by him later.

Humph, this guy still doesn't forget to threaten me. I pretended to be quiet on my face: "Oh, it's a pity that he is not a smart person and has betrayed you."

"No, it should be said that Americans hate it." Junta shook his head. Then the warlord leader looked at me: "Now you are my friend. I have always been very generous to my friends! So when you are my friend, you can put forward many conditions to me, and I will generously satisfy my friend. But if someone betrays me..."

"Then send him to feed the lions." I continued with a smile.

After soaking in the water, this guy looks even more bloated. Think about it, this guy was once a young general and was born as a soldier. Judging from his youthful appearance in the photo, he was so powerful that he could defend himself. But now, this guy has become corrupt and degenerate into a bloated and brutal fat man.

"I'm very interested in your film company." Qianta suddenly said: "If I give you all my money every year, how much can I benefit every year? I heard you say that movies are very profitable."

The greedy guy... I sighed in my heart, but smiled slightly on my face: "General Kunta, do you think how much reward do you hope to get if you hand over your benefits to me every year?"

"We've talked about it just now." Junta muttered: "You have forty percent of the diamond mine. Then you give me half of the profit every year, that's 20 million! But what I'm asking now is. If I hand over the 20 million to you, then the money should still appreciate, right?"

asshole!

This is simply blackmail! You know, if the income of the 40% diamond mine is worth only six million US dollars in the hands of the Qianta! And half of his share is only three million! If he sells diamonds to those merchants who smuggle diamonds, it will be worth so much! And I promised to give him 20 million per year. It has increased seven times! It has already appreciated a lot... He actually wants more?

But this guy is clearly talking to the lion. In this case, we have something to ask for him. Even if the other party is extorting, I can only deal with it carefully.

I also saw that this guy didn't seem to care about the income of his army or his country, and only cared about his personal private overseas property - perhaps he also had a sense of his life, right? Sooner or later, he would collapse and go into exile.

"There is a business." I was thinking about how to answer him, but suddenly my heart moved and I noticed it.

Then I thought about it: "The film company in Hollywood can indeed make money, but recently I have encountered some troubles, and some competitors are looking for me. I have caused a lot of trouble. The other party's gangster background is better than me. And I... lost a lot of money, and I was even forced to transfer the company to a friend. I think that if the people who are in trouble can restrain themselves a little bit, then my film company can make more money."

Junta looked at me several times and suddenly laughed: "Are you looking for a mercenary? No, no... I can see that you are a very good soldier. Your subordinates and your bodyguards are all good. I have read your information. You are the largest gang leader on the West Coast of Canada. Someone is asking for trouble for you, why don't you solve it yourself?"

"Because those are damn Americans." I said this on purpose, and then I slowly said: "Genius General, look, Hollywood is in the United States. And my base camp is in Canada. Even if I want to send people to fight them... But you know, it is North America, not Africa! The officials and the police are staring at me. I can't act rashly. And you have so many troops under your command..."

Qianta looked at me and suddenly his eyes became a little sharp: "You are the idea of ​​attacking my army?"

Damn, the power comes out under the gun, this guy is also very sensitive.

"Just a few dozen people is enough." I said lightly: "I can invest your money in a film company. But I am worried that those enemies will cause trouble for me. But because of my identity, I can't make too much trouble by myself. I only need dozens of people, and even a few are enough every time. A warrior is good enough. When I need it, you can send me more than a dozen people. Then fuck them hard and evacuate them immediately afterwards. In this way, no one knows that I did it."

Since my relationship with the Asian big circle is a little nervous, I am afraid I can't count on the help of the "Airborne Forces". So my power is actually invisibly less than the previous big circle. If the warlord leader of Qianta can provide me with those bloodthirsty airborne forces at any time... Then, who would I want to deal with? I will directly ask Qianta to send people from Africa and run away after the fight... And the other party, after taking a slap, I don't know who was doing the land!

What a wonderful thing this is!
Chapter completed!