Modibo Village.

It is located 97 kilometers away from Culiacan, located in the center of Mexico's "Golden Triangle". This place may not be found on a rough map, but Guzman, who was born here, was once the world's number one wanted criminal and the largest flour tycoon. He has opened factories in more than thirty countries around the world.

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

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

His power was divided, and at this time, it became several world-class flour groups, including Sinaloa.

"Our goods were swept again."

Ji'an held Colt in his hand, pressed the bullet into the magazine, stood up from an ammunition box, and looked at his younger brothers who were following him. He was hiding in and out during this period. "I remember, only a few people know about this. Do you think someone betrayed me? Songpa."

The person named was an Asian. When he heard Ji'an calling him, he shivered. This was a reaction of the nervousness of the human body. He quickly raised his head, "No, no, no...not me."

"I hate others betray me the most." Ji'an pushed the gun against his head and fired two shots. The bullets came out from the back of his head. The front was like a small hole, and the back was as thick as two fingers, but some unknown liquid splashed out, and the people next to him did not dare to say anything.

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

Justice wants to judge sin?

Just kidding!

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

"Without us, the suicide rate of addicts in North America has increased by 30%! What does this mean? Society needs us, and we are needed by others. This is what we mean when we do this career." Gian admires Guzman, the son of heaven, and otherwise he would not have chosen to stay in this Mordib.

Guzman's favorite thing is to use personal charm and publicity to lead his subordinates.

Ji'an also thought about doing what, but the people below obviously did not give him face. After Sinaloa started a war with the Mexican regular army, both sides were holding their breath. In the past three weeks, more than 200 people have been arrested in the group, and more than 300 people have been shot dead.

Fortunately, the group has money and can still be distributed to everyone, which is also the capital for hard work.

"Our batch of goods is worth US$30 million! North America has already urged us to ship this batch of goods, otherwise, the business will be snatched away by those damn Asians. No matter what, I will find a way to transport the goods out!" Ji'an seemed to be roaring incompetently. Compared with Guzman, he was too incompetent.

"Boss, we can ask others to help transport it out." Someone said with a bold attitude.

"Now all the groups in Mexico have been involved in the war, who can?" Ji'an felt that the other party was farting, but after saying that, he suddenly stopped, "No, there is really, the savior company!"

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

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

Ji'an looked at the person who was talking and glared, a little bit blaming the other party for speaking too Shaoxing, "That's because the money I gave was not enough. I'm going to increase the price. I don't believe it. Do we have no face? This line must not be broken!" Perhaps he wanted to get back his face in front of his younger brother, so he hooked his hand, signaled to take it over and call Mister himself.

Of course, Mister directly accepted his identity.

"Hello, Mister, who?" After two sounds on the opposite side, a heavy male voice spoke.

"I'm Ji'an."

"OH! God, is Mr. Gian still safe? Is there any business to introduce me? What weapons do I want? We happened to have a batch of RPGs here, and the price is easy to say, and the shells are cheap." Mister naturally started selling.

Gian's face was a little impatient and interrupted Mister, "Mr. Mister, I do have a business to you. I have a batch of goods that you need to deliver to the South Coast of the United States."

Mister, opposite, calmed down, and said, "Sorry, sir, we can't accept this business. We are just ordinary arms dealers. We don't accept other businesses. We are sorry, we can't help you. Next time we contact us, we will have a happy cooperation."

After saying that, he hung up the phone...

Ji'an's face suddenly froze. It was so embarrassing. Now the younger brothers were looking at him. The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet. His eyelids spasm slightly. Finally, he couldn't help it. He smashed his mobile phone to the ground and scolded him.

What bad things are cursing, my brothers all lowered their heads and didn’t dare to talk much. The boss has a bad temper now.

"Think of other ways!"

...

After Mister hung up the phone, he still smiled helplessly. The Sinaloa Group will be finished sooner or later in Ji'an. He was not worried at all that the other party would not cooperate with them. What a joke, they can only sell large-scale weapons.

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

"Sorry, General." Mister put down the phone and said to the lieutenant general in front of him.

This person is Melville. After his boss Zefnaya was killed, he finally got into this position as he wished. Now he should be the highest person in charge of the military.

"I think it must be very important to call you." Melville said, he was listening indirectly, and Mister did not intend to hide it. "It's Mr. Gian, he wants to do a business with me."

"There are Mexican military personnel sitting in front of you now. It's not good if you call a wanted criminal without restraint." Melville said with a serious expression and leaning 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 up again, took out a box of chewing gum from it, gave himself a piece, and signaled to the other party. Melville shook his head, and put the chewing gum back, and said, "You are all business partners to me. I just make some hard money. You have to understand our hard work, right? At least, we are paying taxes."

"But the weapons you sell are killing our people."

"It doesn't matter to us. The weapons we sell are full of justice, but it won't reject evil, right?" Mister said. He stood up, and walked to Melville and stood there. This condescending look made Melville feel comfortable, so Mister continued.

"Why do you need to fight and kill? This is not safe and bad. Ji'an needs to find someone to help him. His remuneration is very rich. I wonder if you are interested? I can help you pull the line."

Melville laughed a little angry, "I'm an official."

"$500,000."

"This is not money..."

“1 million US dollars!”

Melville's heart trembled. He was not very determined to refuse, "My bottom line."

"2 million US dollars." Mister lay in his ear and said, "This money is enough to buy your bottom line."
Chapter completed!