The house built with wood has no doors, just a bamboo curtain is hung. When I lift the curtains out, the first thing I jumped into my eyes was a green hillside. The slope of the hillside was not very steep and the range was not very wide. It was only two or three acres at most, surrounded by lush jungles.
There is an open space directly in front of the wooden house, with several soldiers wearing guns and camouflage uniforms gathering together to smoke, and from time to time, a laugh or two burst out
On the east side of the open land, next to the edge of the jungle above the hillside, a wooden sentry tower was erected. Looking from the position where Li Zaian stood, you can see a heavy machine gun was placed on the guardrail of the sentry tower, and a soldier was standing on it with a telescope looking eastward.
There are two air defense fire points not far away below the hood. The two fire points are two 762mm machine guns. There is no spinning gun mount from here. Even if there are, this thing seems too backward. Even if it is used to deal with helicopters, it can only deal with those who do not have rockets.
The female soldier who led the way for Li Zaian was always so cold on his face, as if someone owed her hundreds of thousands of dollars and hadn't paid it back.
Li Zaan didn't dare to argue with her, and he stood behind silently, and walked around the side of the wooden house.
Unexpectedly, there were two rows of neat wooden houses behind the wooden houses. Behind these two rows of wooden houses, there was a small village with sparse houses. Looking at the dress and appearance of the villagers walking around the town, this should be a small indigenous tribe.
The female soldier who led the way would turn around and urge him every few steps, as if she was afraid that Li Zaian would run away. She just watched her walk out a hundred meters and finally stopped in front of an ordinary wooden house.
Go in, the general is waiting for you. The female soldier stood at the door, lifted up the bamboo curtain on the door, and said
Li Zaian nodded, stepped forward, and entered the house calmly
The same situation as in the wooden house just now, the so-called general's residence is also very simple. The only difference is that there is a TV directly opposite the door, and a very detailed map is hung on the wall next to the TV.
When Li Zaian walked into the house, two people were facing each other, looking at the map together, and they would whisper a few words from time to time.
Hearing the footsteps at the door, the two of them looked back at the same time, which also allowed Li Zaian to see their appearance clearly.
Among these two people, one is a middle-aged man with obvious Indian ancestry. Perhaps because of his long-term life in the jungle, his skin looks a bit sick and pale. The other is a young man with white ancestry. The most obvious sign of his facial features is the hooked nose. The highlighted nose hook makes him look very gloomy.
Both of them looked at Li Zaian with a serious expression on their faces. No one spoke. Li Zaian also looked at them and did not speak either. But in fact, his mood was a little unusual at this time because he knew one of these two people.
There are many armed guerrillas active in southern Colombia, among which the strongest and put the greatest pressure on the Bogota government is the Colombian Revolutionary Armed Forces led by sharpshooter Maruranda.
In more than half a century of guerrilla warfare, this armed guerrilla team defeated the government forces countless times, and even pushed the front line to the suburbs of the capital Bogota several times.
Everyone knows that Bogota cannot wipe out this guerrilla armed forces, so every Colombian president wants to recruit Maruranda, the evil bandit. Unfortunately, Maruranda firmly believes in the theory that power comes from the barrel of a gun, saying that he will not give up his control of the army.
This time, Li Zai'an came to Colombia, and he never thought of meeting Maruranda himself. He believed that Banoro's supplier was probably a drug lord serving a guerrilla team. Now, the legendary Maruranda appears in front of him.
Is Paul? The two sides were stalemate for a few seconds while looking at each other. The middle-aged man took the lead and said, I'm Pedro
This middle-aged man is the chilling Colombian drug lord, the leader of the anti-government armed forces, and the world-class terrorist Maruranda. It is not wrong to say that he is Pedro, because that is his real name
You should be glad that you can still live now. Maruranda gave the young man around her a wink, who understood and rolled up the map on the wall. It seemed that there were some secrets on it.
Sit, and when the young man rolled up the map, Maruranda pointed at the wooden square table in the middle of the room and said
The table is made of ordinary wood, very simple and not even painted
I didn't feel lucky at all. Li Zaian was not polite. He walked to the table and sat down, reached out to rub the table and smiled, "If you die, then there is a reason to die. Being able to live now means whether to live is life or death. In fact, it has been decided long ago, right?"
He said this calmly and calmly. The young man who had never been introduced seemed to have become interested in him because of this calmness, and stared at him with interest for a few seconds.
Banoro and I have known each other for more than ten years. I know better than you. Maruranda did not take him, but sat opposite him and said to himself, if someone swallowed my goods and killed me, I still have some faith, but Banoro definitely has no courage. As for the Peruvians, Alfonso left me in the morning. He had promised me that within a month, Peruvian goods would disappear from the entire eastern Brazil, including the Sao Paulo region.
Li Zaian has been in Morio for so long and knows some celebrities in the industry. Alfonso, whom Maruranda calls him, should be Quinn Alfonso. He is the second person in the Northern human drug trafficking group and plays the role of a diplomat in the Glorious Road organization.
Banoro had no courage to touch me, and Peruvians were unlikely to pay such a big price, but they just wanted to kill me and rob me of less than a hundred pounds of goods. Maruranda looked at Li Zai'an with his eyes and said coldly, "Who else can do such a thing in the whole of Sao Paulo?"
I think no matter who it is, he has helped you a lot, right? Li Zaian smiled and said, at least from this point of view, you should thank him instead of throwing him into the water prison and feeding the damn insect
These words were very relaxed, but they surprised Maruranda and the young man at the same time.
There is no doubt that Li Zai'an's words were equivalent to admitting that he did the whole thing. Before that, although Maruranda suspected him, it was not finalized. After all, the people he sent were experienced veterans, and it was impossible for ordinary people to destroy them in more than ten minutes. Moreover, according to the previous information, Li Zai'an himself had no power, and no capable person to use.
What did you help me? After a moment of silence, Maruranda asked back and forth
At three o'clock, Li Zai'an raised three fingers and said, forcing the Peruvians to retreat and stabilize the situation in Sao Paulo; giving you a chance to show your existence; finally, you have a chance to make greater profits
Opportunities for greater profits? The young people around Maruranda are less determined after all. When he heard the greater profits, he interrupted curiously
It was his words that made Li Zaian feel relieved.
Since the young man can stay with Maruranda, it means that his status in the guerrillas is not low. Now, he does not mention what to do with those who died, but first notices the issue of profit. It means that the death of a few people is nothing to them, and real profit is the most important thing.
Yes, there is a greater profit and a lower risk. Li Zaian did not give Maruranda a chance to speak, and then said, As far as I know, in the past cooperation, you have always been responsible for delivering all the goods to Sao Paulo, trading with each organization in batches and batches, and the transaction price has always remained at the lowest line of 40,000 US dollars per pound. This trading method undoubtedly puts you on the biggest risk, but in the profit-making process, it is the last party.
There are real parts in Li Zaian's words, and of course there are also exaggerations.
The real part is that in the entire drug trafficking industry chain, as the supplier, the profit is always the least
Take St. Paul for example. One gram of cocaine costs more than $600. The transparent packaging bags containing cocaine are half a gram per bag.
One pound is equivalent to four hundred and fifty grams, and at a price of six hundred dollars per gram, it is a gross profit of 270,000 US dollars per gram
In other words, in the entire sales process, the supplier cannot even get a fraction of the final benefit.
When Southeast Asian drug lord Kunsha once said during negotiations with the United States that as long as the US Congress allocates him 50 million US dollars every year, he can eliminate the golden triangle and prevent a gram of drugs from leaking out.
What he said about cleaning up is not a cleanup, but a local acquisition. In other words, the drugs leaked from the entire Golden Triangle every year can only be handled with 50 million yuan. Outside, the bottom profit generated by drug transactions in the Golden Triangle is as high as billions or even tens of billions every year.
In addition, not to mention the places outside the São Paulo region, there are six drug trafficking organizations of all sizes in São Paulo alone. Li Zai'an continued, various organizations will attack each other from time to time, and various frames will emerge one after another. This not only consumes everyone's energy, but also increases the risks. For example, what happened this time, how can you determine that it was not deliberately created by an organization other than Morio?
Li Zaian said this. In fact, before he admitted it just now, Maruranda was more willing to believe that this matter was planned by a drug trafficking organization in Sao Paulo. Of course, the purpose was to erode Morio's power.
There is an open space directly in front of the wooden house, with several soldiers wearing guns and camouflage uniforms gathering together to smoke, and from time to time, a laugh or two burst out
On the east side of the open land, next to the edge of the jungle above the hillside, a wooden sentry tower was erected. Looking from the position where Li Zaian stood, you can see a heavy machine gun was placed on the guardrail of the sentry tower, and a soldier was standing on it with a telescope looking eastward.
There are two air defense fire points not far away below the hood. The two fire points are two 762mm machine guns. There is no spinning gun mount from here. Even if there are, this thing seems too backward. Even if it is used to deal with helicopters, it can only deal with those who do not have rockets.
The female soldier who led the way for Li Zaian was always so cold on his face, as if someone owed her hundreds of thousands of dollars and hadn't paid it back.
Li Zaan didn't dare to argue with her, and he stood behind silently, and walked around the side of the wooden house.
Unexpectedly, there were two rows of neat wooden houses behind the wooden houses. Behind these two rows of wooden houses, there was a small village with sparse houses. Looking at the dress and appearance of the villagers walking around the town, this should be a small indigenous tribe.
The female soldier who led the way would turn around and urge him every few steps, as if she was afraid that Li Zaian would run away. She just watched her walk out a hundred meters and finally stopped in front of an ordinary wooden house.
Go in, the general is waiting for you. The female soldier stood at the door, lifted up the bamboo curtain on the door, and said
Li Zaian nodded, stepped forward, and entered the house calmly
The same situation as in the wooden house just now, the so-called general's residence is also very simple. The only difference is that there is a TV directly opposite the door, and a very detailed map is hung on the wall next to the TV.
When Li Zaian walked into the house, two people were facing each other, looking at the map together, and they would whisper a few words from time to time.
Hearing the footsteps at the door, the two of them looked back at the same time, which also allowed Li Zaian to see their appearance clearly.
Among these two people, one is a middle-aged man with obvious Indian ancestry. Perhaps because of his long-term life in the jungle, his skin looks a bit sick and pale. The other is a young man with white ancestry. The most obvious sign of his facial features is the hooked nose. The highlighted nose hook makes him look very gloomy.
Both of them looked at Li Zaian with a serious expression on their faces. No one spoke. Li Zaian also looked at them and did not speak either. But in fact, his mood was a little unusual at this time because he knew one of these two people.
There are many armed guerrillas active in southern Colombia, among which the strongest and put the greatest pressure on the Bogota government is the Colombian Revolutionary Armed Forces led by sharpshooter Maruranda.
In more than half a century of guerrilla warfare, this armed guerrilla team defeated the government forces countless times, and even pushed the front line to the suburbs of the capital Bogota several times.
Everyone knows that Bogota cannot wipe out this guerrilla armed forces, so every Colombian president wants to recruit Maruranda, the evil bandit. Unfortunately, Maruranda firmly believes in the theory that power comes from the barrel of a gun, saying that he will not give up his control of the army.
This time, Li Zai'an came to Colombia, and he never thought of meeting Maruranda himself. He believed that Banoro's supplier was probably a drug lord serving a guerrilla team. Now, the legendary Maruranda appears in front of him.
Is Paul? The two sides were stalemate for a few seconds while looking at each other. The middle-aged man took the lead and said, I'm Pedro
This middle-aged man is the chilling Colombian drug lord, the leader of the anti-government armed forces, and the world-class terrorist Maruranda. It is not wrong to say that he is Pedro, because that is his real name
You should be glad that you can still live now. Maruranda gave the young man around her a wink, who understood and rolled up the map on the wall. It seemed that there were some secrets on it.
Sit, and when the young man rolled up the map, Maruranda pointed at the wooden square table in the middle of the room and said
The table is made of ordinary wood, very simple and not even painted
I didn't feel lucky at all. Li Zaian was not polite. He walked to the table and sat down, reached out to rub the table and smiled, "If you die, then there is a reason to die. Being able to live now means whether to live is life or death. In fact, it has been decided long ago, right?"
He said this calmly and calmly. The young man who had never been introduced seemed to have become interested in him because of this calmness, and stared at him with interest for a few seconds.
Banoro and I have known each other for more than ten years. I know better than you. Maruranda did not take him, but sat opposite him and said to himself, if someone swallowed my goods and killed me, I still have some faith, but Banoro definitely has no courage. As for the Peruvians, Alfonso left me in the morning. He had promised me that within a month, Peruvian goods would disappear from the entire eastern Brazil, including the Sao Paulo region.
Li Zaian has been in Morio for so long and knows some celebrities in the industry. Alfonso, whom Maruranda calls him, should be Quinn Alfonso. He is the second person in the Northern human drug trafficking group and plays the role of a diplomat in the Glorious Road organization.
Banoro had no courage to touch me, and Peruvians were unlikely to pay such a big price, but they just wanted to kill me and rob me of less than a hundred pounds of goods. Maruranda looked at Li Zai'an with his eyes and said coldly, "Who else can do such a thing in the whole of Sao Paulo?"
I think no matter who it is, he has helped you a lot, right? Li Zaian smiled and said, at least from this point of view, you should thank him instead of throwing him into the water prison and feeding the damn insect
These words were very relaxed, but they surprised Maruranda and the young man at the same time.
There is no doubt that Li Zai'an's words were equivalent to admitting that he did the whole thing. Before that, although Maruranda suspected him, it was not finalized. After all, the people he sent were experienced veterans, and it was impossible for ordinary people to destroy them in more than ten minutes. Moreover, according to the previous information, Li Zai'an himself had no power, and no capable person to use.
What did you help me? After a moment of silence, Maruranda asked back and forth
At three o'clock, Li Zai'an raised three fingers and said, forcing the Peruvians to retreat and stabilize the situation in Sao Paulo; giving you a chance to show your existence; finally, you have a chance to make greater profits
Opportunities for greater profits? The young people around Maruranda are less determined after all. When he heard the greater profits, he interrupted curiously
It was his words that made Li Zaian feel relieved.
Since the young man can stay with Maruranda, it means that his status in the guerrillas is not low. Now, he does not mention what to do with those who died, but first notices the issue of profit. It means that the death of a few people is nothing to them, and real profit is the most important thing.
Yes, there is a greater profit and a lower risk. Li Zaian did not give Maruranda a chance to speak, and then said, As far as I know, in the past cooperation, you have always been responsible for delivering all the goods to Sao Paulo, trading with each organization in batches and batches, and the transaction price has always remained at the lowest line of 40,000 US dollars per pound. This trading method undoubtedly puts you on the biggest risk, but in the profit-making process, it is the last party.
There are real parts in Li Zaian's words, and of course there are also exaggerations.
The real part is that in the entire drug trafficking industry chain, as the supplier, the profit is always the least
Take St. Paul for example. One gram of cocaine costs more than $600. The transparent packaging bags containing cocaine are half a gram per bag.
One pound is equivalent to four hundred and fifty grams, and at a price of six hundred dollars per gram, it is a gross profit of 270,000 US dollars per gram
In other words, in the entire sales process, the supplier cannot even get a fraction of the final benefit.
When Southeast Asian drug lord Kunsha once said during negotiations with the United States that as long as the US Congress allocates him 50 million US dollars every year, he can eliminate the golden triangle and prevent a gram of drugs from leaking out.
What he said about cleaning up is not a cleanup, but a local acquisition. In other words, the drugs leaked from the entire Golden Triangle every year can only be handled with 50 million yuan. Outside, the bottom profit generated by drug transactions in the Golden Triangle is as high as billions or even tens of billions every year.
In addition, not to mention the places outside the São Paulo region, there are six drug trafficking organizations of all sizes in São Paulo alone. Li Zai'an continued, various organizations will attack each other from time to time, and various frames will emerge one after another. This not only consumes everyone's energy, but also increases the risks. For example, what happened this time, how can you determine that it was not deliberately created by an organization other than Morio?
Li Zaian said this. In fact, before he admitted it just now, Maruranda was more willing to believe that this matter was planned by a drug trafficking organization in Sao Paulo. Of course, the purpose was to erode Morio's power.
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