America’s Big Hero

Sean was bored lying on the hammock in the cabin, a small gunboat with a displacement of 500 tons, which is a toy at sea.

There wasn't even a beautiful woman around, they were just a bunch of stupid old men with five big and three rough. After the first day's freshness, Sean became bored.

Until a soldier came to notify, the base called and passed the message.

It's the model and serial number of the ship, but the exact route taken is not clear, so Sean needs to touch it himself.

After receiving the news, think about robbery again... It's not difficult to catch the other party again.

This kind of skill, I don't know why, Sean is self-taught.

With time and speed, depending on different routes, you can basically count the opponent's location.

You only need to be blocked near the route half a day in advance.

The gunboats patrolled the waterway at a slow speed. There was a small radar on board, which had a relatively simple function and could only monitor the sea surface. This thing was installed when these gunboats were purchased, but this was enough.

Every time it is shown that there is a ship passing by in the channel, the gunboat has to go up to see if it is a target or not, and it will also need to be identified with the naked eye.

Who has never seen a warship in the sea, but the Caribbean Sea has always been relatively peaceful, and no one thinks much about it.

Until half a day later...

"Boss, find the target!" The captain of the small gunboat that Sean accepted came in and said.

Hearing the report, Sean reeled off the hammock and walked out of the cabin excitedly, "Are you sure!?"

"Sure!"

"Then what are you waiting for, load the shells and say hello!" Sean laughed and boarded the deck.

With an order, the American-made MK12 5-inch high-level dual-purpose gun on the ship moved.

This kind of gun can be called the best high-level dual-purpose naval gun in World War II, which can hit air targets and sea targets.

MK-12:

Caliber: 127mm

Diameter: 38

Turret: Twin Mounted Turret

Shell muzzle velocity: 792 m/s

Range: 15.2 km

Air-to-air range: 11.4 km

Turret rotation speed: 25 degrees/second.

Loading method: manual loading/mechanical pressing

Maximum rate of fire: 15-22/min

From 1934 to 1945, the United States produced more than 8,000 Mark12127mm/38 caliber cannons, and the US military purchased it for $100,000, excluding the cost of the gun mount.

Of course, this thing is trash now, and it was sold to Sean as scrap metal after it was turned out.

Scrap iron is scrap iron, but it cannot be sold to other countries casually. It is so advanced that even the steel used for gun tubes is a military secret.

Just like the Keeling warship, even after 80 years, most countries in the world are still advanced weapons...

The gap between countries is bigger than the gap between people and dogs!

After loading the bomb here, Sean has come over.

It's not really fighting, and I'm not afraid of the opponent's ability to counterattack.

There is a large fishing boat over there. According to the information, the displacement is only more than 2,000 tons.

This gang of drug criminals likes to use this kind of fishing boat for transportation. The drug criminals cut a small incision in the belly of the big fish, scooped out the internal organs, and then hid the poison in the fish's stomach, simply sewed it up, and then frozen it at low temperature.

If it is a person, a dog, a pig, or an insider, there is no way to find out which fish the poison is in the stomach of thousands of tons of frozen fish.

You can't just melt one fish at a time and check it out.

The transportation is all cold chain vehicles, and the whole process is very concealed.

"Are you shouting?" The distance between the two sides was reduced to less than 2 kilometers. On the sea, it was already very close.

"We are soldiers, they are bandits, what have you to say to them, drug criminals!" Sean pointed to the boat and said, "Talking to them, reasoning is useless, you have to talk about physics!"

"Come on, aim for the sea ahead!"

"I'm going to do it myself!"

Not far away, the fishing boat was already in a mess. Originally, there was a ghost in the heart of the drug criminals. There were only two boats in the sea. The gunboat was obviously heading towards itself.

However, it is useless to feel malicious, there are a lot of guns on board.

But a group of drug criminals looked at the AK in their hands, and at the cannon over there...

fuck!

"What should I do, head?" the younger brother asked anxiously.

"How the **** did I know!" The boss scolded irritably, "What the **** are you doing!"

"Hurry up and get in touch by radio!"

"Ask what they mean!"

"I didn't provoke them without tricks, and it's **** unreasonable!"

It's just that the radio signal sent here has not been connected, and I heard two beeps...

"Boom" "Boom"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and the water column shot up from the front of the fishing boat, flying more than 20 meters high. The rushing waves made the fishing boat shake for a while, and a group of people screamed and fell directly on the deck and rolled around.

The rising sea water scatters from the sky, and many of them are directly drenched on the deck, and many people make it like a chicken in soup.

Grabbing the fixtures to stabilize their figure and climbed up from the deck, everyone's faces were pale, and the two were fighting.

Everyone has no doubt that if a cannon fell on the boat just now, the broken fishing boat would be blown into two pieces immediately.

After two shots, Sean only felt refreshed.

Take a long spit...comfortable!

"Boss, there is a call request from there." The captain came over and said loudly.

"Go!" Sean stepped forward.

The communication was connected, and Sean didn't give the other party a chance to speak at all, and said directly: "The engine is turned off, the anchor is put down, the weapons are put down, and everyone goes to the deck to wait for the inspection."

"No, who are you? We are a fishing boat without weapons!" The drug criminal still wanted to struggle.

"Ha." Sean was too lazy to speak, and the person next to him waved his hand.

On the deck, the six-barreled Gatling muzzle was aimed at the fishing boat and pulled the trigger directly.

"Tut, chug, chug..."

Hundreds of rounds of bullets were swept away indiscriminately, and the hull and deck were shot one after another. Sparks splashed around, and the screams of drug dealers on the fishing boat sounded. Obviously, some unlucky ones were hit.

If he doesn't die, Sean won't be able to control so much.

"Engines out, anchors down, weapons down, everyone on deck to be checked," Sean repeated.

"Okay, don't shoot!" The drug dealers were all fortunate enough to be wiped out by this round of shooting.

Watching the engine stall, the boat slowly stopped, and anchored, Sean smiled, "This is not much more interesting than reasoning!"

The group of killers on the boat all laughed.

happy!

As the two ships got closer and closer, looking at a group of drug criminals standing on the deck above, with a mess of firearms piled up next to them, Sean thought and said, "We soldiers, it's not okay to be reasonable, or we should Talk about physics!"

"Go up and check with a few people to see if they have hidden guns!" Sean waved his hand and said, until it is absolutely safe, he will not go up, a gentleman will not stand under a dangerous wall.

Sean is a gentleman!

"Yes!" The captain responded loudly and sent five soldiers to jump over.

The drug dealers have obviously accepted their fate, and no one will have the naive idea of ​​​​killing anyone who is put on the forehead by a 127mm cannon.

After a search inside and out, it took more than ten minutes, and a signal of safety was loudly signaled to this side.

Arranged a few people to stay behind to control the gunboat, the captain led the soldiers over first, surrounded a group of people with guns, and then Sean came over.

Glancing over a group of people, Sean said with a smile, "Who's the head."

The drug criminal slowly raised his hand and took a step forward, with a bit of grievance on his mourning face, "Sir, it's me, I don't know what happened, we haven't made any mistakes!"

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over all the poison, hurry up." Sean didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

"We are really fishing boats, we don't have poison, you have to be reasonable!" That's more than a million dollars worth of goods, how could it be handed over.

Sean sneered without talking nonsense. He stretched out his hand and took out a gun from the waist of the boat next to him. He shot the person behind the drug criminal, "Bang!"

There were no screams, one person was shot in the forehead, the back of the head was completely opened, the brains mixed with blood sprayed everywhere, and the corpse swayed a few times and then fell straight onto the deck.

There was silence on the deck.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language." If it weren't for the fear that others might not be able to figure out where the poison was placed, Sean just shot this guy in the forehead.

"I said, I said, don't shoot." The drug criminal shook and immediately confessed.

It's just a group of drug criminals, and they can really keep any secrets.

Under the custody of several soldiers, the drug criminals took people to the cold storage to move the goods.

You can't just stand and wait like this.

Smartly, he brought a chair from the boat, and Sean sat on the deck with Erlang's legs crossed. He was holding a coconut in his hand, and he sucked it with a straw.

Soon, dozens of large fish were moved from the cold storage to the deck.

"Open it, take it out."

The drug dealer took out a hand-held angle grinder and skillfully cut open the belly of the fish, and then cut along the belly. Bags of vacuum-packed white powder were taken out.

After tossing for a long time, a total of 40 kilograms of goods came out.

He kicked the package with his foot, and waved someone to transport the poisonous buns back. He himself followed and returned to the gunboat, along with the drug criminal.

"Do you know why you were arrested?" Sean leaned on the Mark 12 dual naval gun, smiled and said to the drug criminal leader.

"This...I don't know." The drug criminal shook his head with a confused look. At first glance, this group of people was well-trained, and the military fan couldn't hide it at all, and they spoke English.

It looks like the US military, but there is no sign on the uniform, and the drug criminal has long been wondering.

"You bastard, it's not safe to come here!" Sean patted the drug criminal on the shoulder meaningfully.

Goods, not safe?

The words had no beginning or end, and the drug criminal was dazed.

"Then how can we be 'safe'." In the end, he is a criminal, and his brain is still very bright, and the word safety bites very hard.

"Trade in a safe trading area to ensure safety!" Sean smiled mysteriously.

"Trading area!?" The drug criminal was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought of the legendary safe area established by Cartagena X Security...

Looking up, he looked at Sean with a look of astonishment, and then looked at the twin naval guns in front of him and a group of people on the ship who were obviously soldiers. Isn't X security all people who were born in the US military!

Fierce fire, armored vehicles and helicopters slaughtered Cartagena's original gang members.

Crazy killing hundreds of people!

Subsequently, a safe trading area was established, requiring them to trade in the trading area for these underground transactions.

Looking at it now, the means are exactly the same!

What's not to understand!

"You you you..." The drug criminal gritted his teeth, his face full of anger, thinking that if you didn't trade in the place you designated, you would be **** robbing! ?

"What? What's your dissatisfaction!" Sean's face turned cold.

In an instant, the leader of the drug criminal only felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured on his head, and he woke up with a jolt.

These people are not righteous masters!

"No, no." The drug criminal leader squeezed out an ugly smile.

"It's fine if you don't!" Sean snorted and kicked the leader of the drug criminal to the ground, "I always say, safety, safety, or **** safety!"

"Safety is the most important thing, understand!"

"In this vast sea, it's very unsafe for you to be like this!"

"You said that if you encounter some lawbreakers, you can bomb the ship and the ship will be sunk, people will die, the goods will be gone, and they will all be swallowed up by the vast sea, and there will be no one who knows the news."

"Is it safe!" Sean said bitterly.

The drug criminal was sitting on the ground, looking up at Sean with his head raised, his eyes widened, whether the criminal Ning was talking about was you!

"What about you, is it safe?" Seeing that the man was still on the ground in a daze, Sean raised his foot and kicked the drug criminal's door.

"Not safe, not safe!" The drug criminal wiped his face, his hands covered in blood.

Bird food, not safe.

"Let's learn a lesson, you can't trip over the same stone twice, understand!" Seeing that this guy understood his 'reason', Sean smiled again.

"Understood, understood." The drug criminal nodded hurriedly.

"Go back when you understand?" Sean waved.

The drug criminal got up and took two steps, and suddenly turned his head slowly, "Then, I can..."

"What can you do!" Sean's face turned cold again, "I found out that you're a man who can't measure anything, what is that, that is poisonous!"

"You know it's illegal!"

"Confiscated."

"Get the **** out of here!"

After kicking people out, Sean stood up and stretched.

In order to promote the anti-drug cause, Sean felt exhausted.

But consider that 50 tons of poisonous raisins are shipped out of Colombia every year, that is 50,000 kilograms, an average of 139 kilograms per day!

This time only 40 kilograms were seized.

A long way to go!

Contact the base in a moment to see how the other two ships are doing.

"These drug criminals don't pay attention to safety." As he read, Sean staggered towards the cabin.

How to deal with these seizures?

It must have been shipped back and thrown in the trading area.

destroy?

Sean didn't think about it.

In a free country, this stuff will be legal in the future.

The U.S. military is involved in transportation, and the CIA is the boss behind the scenes. Can’t you follow the U.S. military and the CIA against each other?

Isn't that a crime!

Can you commit a crime yourself?

Obviously not!

Sean robs here... Sean withdrew after confiscating a batch of poisonous beasts.

According to the distance, the next one found by Jeff and the others would take at least half a day to arrive.

Sean and the others have to change places, because according to estimates, they arrive here at night.

How can such an upright thing be done at night!

Definitely not because of the poor targeting of ships at night.

However, this time Sean fluttered in the air. He didn't get the news until the time was determined and he used the satellite phone to contact other ships, which was blocked there.

Afterwards, Sean would not be floating on the sea, and the Black Hawk, who had come to pick him up directly, returned to Cartagena.

On the way back, Sean sighed a little, the three gunboats are still missing, there are fish that slip through the net!

After seven days, the supplies on each ship were exhausted, and everyone had been floating at sea for ten days, exhausted physically and mentally, and had to go back to repair.

And just when Sean was floating at sea, the drug dealers in North America were completely fried!

...

Not many times, dozens of kilograms, but I can't stand three ships together. It takes ten days before and after, and I am familiar with the situation in the first three days, and in the next seven days, more than 100 kilograms can be seized in one day, and dozens of kilograms can be seized when it is less. .

Front and back, about half a ton!

On weekdays, the poisonous glutinous rice sold by grams has begun to be calculated by tons when it comes to Sean.

I don't know how many bitter masters were furious after hearing that the goods were robbed, not to mention that Sean didn't think about hiding it.

"Damn Fake, **** it!" An old black man in Miami city showed blue veins on his neck, and smashed the wine bottle in his hand on the ground.

"This son of a bitch!" Old Hei used all the swear words he could think of.

You must know that Miami, a tourist paradise, has a large number of tourists every day. These are rich consumers, and they consume a lot of goods every day. The value of the goods he lost this time exceeded 4 million!

Of course, this is the seller, and follow-up is two concepts.

But even if it is purchased, it will be two million less!

"Kill him, I'm going to kill his whole family, no one, throw him into the sea to feed the sharks!" After cursing frantically for half an hour, the dry-mouthed Old Hei opened another bottle of wine and took another sip .

Sitting on the sofa, he let out a sigh of relief.

Cursing is cursing, but the actual situation is another matter, the men who came back said it very clearly, gunboat!

When I was playing with machine guns, others were already playing with naval guns.

As for the Black Hawk gunships, he doesn't believe it.

I can't believe it until I see it!

When he was bragging all these years, he also said that he used RPG to directly blow up people.

In fact, he had never touched an RPG at all!

He also said that he and the guerrilla drug lords in South America are brothers of life and death, and he can call hundreds of brothers with long guns and short cannons at will.

He also blew that those brothers had F16.

It's just bragging, traditional arts, especially Lao Hei.

Including the fact that his subordinates said that the other party was driving a gunboat, he didn't believe it at first.

However, a few days ago, he heard that gangs in other cities were robbed at sea. He was so happy that he was drunk for several days, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn in a blink of an eye, which made him not believe it.

Moreover, this old black also secretly admires Sean. Damn, he has robbed so many people in a short period of time.

Florida, Georgia, North and South Carolina... In the surrounding area, as soon as he heard news, more than a dozen large gangs had their goods robbed.

There was even news from Georgia that they wanted to find Mafia families in several nearby states to gather with them, and let's all fight with this X security company!

Oh, I heard the gossip, this X security seems to have done a big vote in Atlanta, Georgia before, destroying a local mafia family.

...

"Stop arguing!" A emaciated, gloomy-looking white man jumped to the front desk of the bar and shouted loudly for a long time before the bar became quiet.

In the surrounding states, more than two dozen mafia families have secretly gathered here.

Of course, not all of them are victims, and some are just here to join in the fun.

Not all blacks, in fact, there are only about three layers of blacks, and more are whites.

The fact that all gang members in the film and television drama are black is actually a kind of implicit discrimination.

Above and below ground, whites have always been the majority.

"Since everyone is here, let's get started."

"Hey, George, are you going to be the lead?" shouted a **** man with a gold chain around his neck.

The wicked white man glanced at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "No, there is no one who is in charge now. I'm just the host. What, Harrington, you want to be the leader, no problem."

"Do you have any opinions!" the sullen white man shouted to the twenty family patriarchs below.

Several white people looked at George on the stage and did not speak, but a few other white people objected loudly: "We are going to negotiate with X security, does this idiot speak clearly?"

"Fuck you!" Harrington said with a grim face, gnashing his teeth and standing up, pointing at the speaker.

"Harrington, I support you!" Several old blacks immediately expressed their support loudly when they saw it.

In the face of white people, the old ** habitually held a group.

The patriarchs, subordinates, and dozens of people quarreled in the bar, and it was impossible to hear what they were arguing about for a while.

The white people didn't stop him either. Anyway, their related families knew more or less about Sean, and they didn't want to be such an early bird.

After arguing for half an hour, there was no result, and finally decided to vote as usual.

Originally, the eight black gangs disagreed, so who made them smaller?

Unexpectedly, the end result is really Harrington.

Harrington's face was stunned and proud, which he himself did not expect.

...

Back at the Cartagena base, all the goods were stored in the underground vault in the trading area.

After calculating the gains, Sean couldn't help frowning, "Why is this money?"

Facing this, Jeff didn't know how to answer.

Well, he felt the same way.

According to the value, a gram of high-purity cocaine is about 30 US dollars in Colombia.

This thing seems to be very profitable, but in fact, because there are too many middlemen, the profit obtained each time is not much.

Without a platform, consumers cannot enjoy direct sales from manufacturers, which leads to layers of overweight and high prices when final consumers buy.

The 95% high-purity product of 30 per gram here ends up in the hands of consumers, and a gram of about 40% purity will sell for about $60.

60 is very expensive. The normal salary in North America is only 8-900 per month. You can buy 15 grams without eating or drinking, and you can't really eat or drink.

No matter how expensive the sales volume is, the sales volume will not go up, of course, the wealthy people will be counted separately.

The actual production cost is lower than 30 US dollars, and it is calculated according to 30 dollars, which seems to be 5 times the profit.

But in fact, the transportation costs money, the local general distribution gang needs money, the distribution gang needs money, the bulk cargo boy needs money, the police need money, several times...

So, spread out, everyone can't earn too much.

After the goods were all in hand, Sean calculated, according to the price in Colombia, half a ton, 500 kilograms, 500,000 grams, or about 15 million.

After floating at sea for ten days, plus the time he spent working on this matter, it was almost a month before and after.

Sean calculated his own money-making speed, and according to the actual worth calculated by Monroe Diff, it was about 480 million.

Including those in the dark, it is almost 550 million.

More than two years, less than three years, an average of 180 million US dollars per year, 16.66 million US dollars per month.

This is still not making any money in the early stage. If the speed of making money in the last year is not less than 23 million per month!

Sure enough, pantoxin is a promising industry!

Still be a good person!

After two days of rest in Cartagena, someone passed the news through Jonas, and the bosses of 24 Mafia families in 6 states on the east coast came to negotiate with him.

"Ha, negotiate, okay, let them come, I'll wait for them in Cartagena." Sean said to the phone with a smile.

"They asked me to keep them safe," Jonas said.

"Okay, tell them, I swear by the reputation of the Rockefeller family, I guarantee they are complete." Sean's mouth hung with a sneer.

"True or false!" On the other end, Jonas was the first to fail.

"Fake, what do you mean by that? You don't believe me!" Sean scolded into the phone.

"Well..." Jonas took a long note. "Based on my past experience, although I don't know the reason, yes, I don't believe it."

"Fuck you!" Sean was amused by this guy.

The phone hangs up, and the matter is settled. It is said that in three days, the group will arrive in Cartagena by plane.

Said to be three days later, in fact, these guys are slippery and slippery one by one, the earliest one arrived in Cartagena on the same day.

Not to travel, mainly to get acquainted and arrange a retreat or something.

George took three people, most of them tourists, out of the airport, took a taxi and went to the hotel booked on the phone.

Walking in the taxi, looking at the bustling scene on both sides of the street, if they didn't know that this is Cartagena, they would think that this is the United States.

Well, the building has a strong Dutch style.

Chatting with the driver, it's impossible to tell that they're from the mafia.

On the way, the driver said that he would go to the nearby convenience store to buy something, and he asked a few people to wait for a while before getting off the bus.

However, before the driver walked into the convenience store next to him, the taxi was surrounded by a few big men who suddenly appeared.

George and the others looked at the dark muzzle with a dazed expression.

what's going on! ?

"George Edgar, Wallis Omar, Eleanor Wendell, the three honorable gentlemen, you are not wrong." A cold smile hung on the corner of a big man's mouth.

The three looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

"X security!?"

"Smart, since you've guessed it, don't let everyone make it so unpleasant." The big man grinned.

"Fake, your boss swears to keep us safe!" George's face was ugly.

"Of course, the word our boss always talks about is safety, safety, or **** safety." The big man smiled: "Where we are, you will be very, very safe."

Fake, Fake!

The faces of the three were ashen, and they kept cursing in their hearts, but they got out of the taxi very honestly and got into a commercial car next to them.

Before getting into the car, he glared at the taxi driver over there.

In the commercial car, beyond the expectations of the three Georges, they did not put handcuffs on them. While the three were relieved, George wondered: "Can you tell me, how did you find us? I just get off a plane!"

"Oh, it's nothing." The big man smiled indifferently, and Sean said, there is no need to hide this, "Cartagena has a resident population of 1.15 million and has 3,500 taxis, all of which are owned by a taxi company, boss It's Mr. Sean, over 8,000 drivers, all our informants."

"Oh yes, Rafael Nunes International Airport, the security business is outsourced to X Security Company."

"As soon as you buy your tickets, we will know." The big man spread his hands.

The three of George looked at each other, fuck, what else can they say, their every move was under their noses.

"There are 1.15 million people in Cartagena, and there are about 750,000 people who are able to work. Among them, 50,000 people are working for Mr. Sean." Dahan said proudly, "This number is not high, after all , Cartagena has just developed, and in the future, we believe this number will change even more!”

Looking at the proud man in front of them, the three Georges only had the word 'Shit' in their hearts.

It's really **** terrifying that one person controls a city by himself!

In fact, Sean thinks this is too little.

You must know that the blocking king in the east, 60% of the people in the city are working for him.

You have a long way to go.

After the three Georges continued, one after another, someone was caught every few hours.

Sean didn't make it difficult for them, he didn't go to see them at all, and they were all sent directly to the trading area.

As long as they don't run, Sean doesn't care what they do.

If they want a girl, they can choose whatever they want.

Anyway, food, clothing, shelter, and play all cost money.

Well, the safe trading area is a bit more expensive, but these guys are rich one by one.

What amused Sean the most was that Sean did not prohibit them from communicating externally. After all, if the family patriarch disappeared, it would cause a lot of trouble.

For some reason, these guys made phone calls, but they didn't mention what happened to them after they left the airport.

This leads to the fact that the information is not concealed but has the effect of concealment. The same routine can be used repeatedly for the Mafia...

After the family patriarchs left the airport, they fell into the hands of X security, and then met in the trading area.

Not too embarrassed!

When everyone is gathered, Sean is not ready to waste time.

In the trading area, in the large conference room, the 24 mafia clan chiefs were talking to each other, as for their subordinates, they naturally couldn't get in.

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and Sean in casual clothes stepped in, with Thomson and Jeff following him.

As soon as Sean appeared, the meeting room suddenly became quiet.

After walking to the main seat, Sean glanced at everyone and said with a smile on his face: "Introduce yourself, my name is Sean Rockefeller, and everyone can just call me Sean."

"I don't know you guys yet."

Everyone is scolding, you don't know each other, your subordinates know a lot.

Of course, everyone wouldn't say these impolite words at this time, even a few old blacks maintained their demeanor at this time.

It's not because Sean's surname is Rockefeller, it's the three gunboats docked at the seaside of the base, the armored vehicles that come in and out of the base every day patrolling Cartagena, the mortar trucks parked in the warehouse, and the occasional aerial dispatch. The patrolling Black Hawk gunships turned them all into gentlemen.

I saw it with my own eyes, I have to believe it.

While they were still playing with machine guns, they were already playing with aircraft cannons...

Everyone is no longer in the same latitude.

After hearing everyone's introduction, Sean sat down and said with a smile, "It's my Sean's honor to have everyone here today."

"Since the opening of the trading area, it is the first time that we have received so many distinguished guests. I don't know if everyone is having a good time here in the past few days."

"Happy, happy!" Everyone said in a chorus of tongues.

Sean wasn't aggressive as soon as he came up, and they were greatly relieved.

"Just be happy!" Sean nodded with a smile, "After staying here for two days, everyone must have understood the trading methods in this trading area."

Everyone nodded. After trading money here, the goods can bypass the customs and board the ship directly from the Cartagena terminal. Both parties complete the inspection steps on the ship. The Colombian customs and the police will not care, but there is no need to be sneaky anymore. Let go of your hands and feet.

"Here I declare that trading in a safe area can only be guaranteed. Everyone, what are your opinions?"

After Sean finished speaking, a group of mafia bosses all looked at Harrington, and Harrington felt his scalp numb.

Fake, I'm **** crazy for this leader!

He cursed in his heart, but at this moment he had to express his stance and said bravely, "Mr. Sean, what is the fee?"

"What is the specific transaction, the transaction area does not matter, as long as it is not an illegal item, we provide security services to ensure the safety of both parties during the transaction process. The service fee is 10% of the transaction amount."

"But it's too expensive. In fact, before you, our transactions were very safe, and almost nothing happened!" Harrington couldn't help complaining when he saw the smile on Sean's face and his attitude was very good. stand up.

No one wants to be exploited by others for 10% of the profits, not much once or twice, and they can lose millions of dollars a year with their trading volume.

Sean shook his head regretfully, raised his hand and waved it slightly.

Beside him, Thomson took out a weirdly shaped gun, aimed it at Harrington and pulled the trigger directly.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, with a light "poof", Harrington was seen pierced with a small needle-like thing.

Harrington was also startled. The gunshots and severe pain he imagined did not come. He looked down at the thing stuck on his body, stretched out his hand, and a silver-white needle fell into his hand.

Harrington couldn't feel that this was definitely not a good thing. He raised his head, stood up suddenly and pointed at Sean and shouted, "What is this! You swear by the Rockefeller family's surname to absolutely guarantee our safety!"

Others also looked at Sean with alert expressions, and the atmosphere in the conference room was suppressed.

"Of course, I swear that you are all complete. Look, you are complete now." Sean leaned on the table with his elbows, crossed his fingers, and looked at Harrington with a smile.

"You, you, you..." I don't know if it was anger or what, Harrington only felt dizzy, his eyes darkened, and he shook his head vigorously, but it was still useless.

With a crooked body, the chair was brought upside down with a 'banging' sound, and the person was unsteady and fell to the ground at the same time.

Covering his throat with his hands, the cross began to spasm, his face gradually turned purple, and his body kept pulling out.

A group of mafia bosses all stood up in horror and stared at Harrington on the ground. Under everyone's attention, Harrington twitched for a while, and then gradually stopped moving in less than a minute.

"It's a pity, he seems to be dead." Sean clicked his tongue twice, and looked at the crowd again with a smile on his face, "Don't stand still, so polite, sit down."

Everyone looked vigilant and did not respond.

"I'll let you all sit down!!" Sean's eyes widened suddenly, his voice sank, and his tone was cold.

Everyone trembled, and slowly sat down with ugly faces.

Then a smile appeared on Sean's face, "Okay, let's continue the topic just now."

"So, is there any objection now?"

Sean swept his eyes one by one, and whoever saw it, immediately raised his hand to agree.

Looking around, no one objected.

Sean raised his hand, smiled and applauded, "I'm glad, we have reached an agreement on this matter."

"What, aren't you happy?"

"Happy, happy!" Everyone agreed, forced to squeeze out a smile, and kept clapping vigorously.

"So that's it, from now on, you will be our customers of X Security. X Security will try its best to provide the best security services for everyone here. I also hope that we will have more opportunities for cooperation in the future." Sean said Well, stand up, and everyone also stands up one after another.

"Oh, by the way, you have been in Cartagena for a few days and haven't been out to play yet."

"Cartagena is different now, it's safe, very safe, and there are more kinds of games."

"Safer and more open than America."

When everyone heard ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, they breathed a sigh of relief. This was not restricting them from going out.

This catastrophe is over!

After that, Sean walked out, walked to the door, suddenly stopped and turned his head, "By the way, in seven days, in order to deal with the current situation in Colombia and the worsening security environment in South America, X Security will be jointly launched with the Cartagena police. A counter-terrorism exercise, if you are interested, you can come and visit."

"This is the first unofficial-led exercise in the world."

"welcome everybody!"

Sean waved to a group of mafia bosses, turned around and walked out.

We are different...

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Thanks: Wutong, from, the former sputum, the cold melon is so bitter, the book friend 20200709192919616, the soy sauce that was beaten, the fog in the distant mountains, the iron crown of thorns, the flight back, the gods eat, this life will not be in love, God BB , It's okay, I have medicine, sea1111... Rewards from the above handsome men!