At noon, the foreign terminal of Santos Port 14 is busy. Four 24-hour crane towers hang containers one by one from the giant barge and place them on the dock's cargo beach.
A lighthouse towering high and white tower looks like a statue of a graceful girl from a distance, from a distance
On a camping beach nearly two kilometers away from the pier, more than a dozen police cars parked under rows of palm trees with police lights. Near the high tide line of the beach, the police pulled up yellow blockade belts into square boxes, surrounding hundreds of square meters of sand.
There are six or seven blocks with circles, and almost every box has one or two corpses crawling on the ground. As the sea tide surges up, several scarlet blood lines are overflowing from under each corpse.
On the periphery of the blockade, more than 30 policemen with plastic gloves lined up, each holding a bag of evidence in his hand, searching one meter from the east side of the beach to the west side, picking up the evidence left at the scene
God can prove that there will be no more evidence left at any murder scene than here. Just in the first round of searches, the police found 6 guns of various types, including AK47, M16, and Bernel M1 on this beach that is less than 1,000 square meters.
Others, such as grenade fragments, empty shells, tear gas sleeves, and abandoned empty magazines are even more numerous.
The first impression that these evidences are piled up together is that a war has just happened on this beach.
There are 9 bodies found on the beach, and there is a burning yacht on the sea.
The police found a document that could prove his identity in a person, which was a passport, which showed that the deceased was a Colombian Pole and held a three-month short-term visa.
The specific gun numbers cannot be found on the remaining guns at the scene, and the origin cannot be determined. Instead, the ZZZ mark can be seen from the empty shells - this mark makes the Sao Paulo police feel like they are facing a great enemy, because it is a special logo of the Mexican Zetas drug cartel.
According to the speculation of the São Paulo police, behind this incident, there should be a fire caused by two overseas drug trafficking groups to compete for domestic drug distribution in Brazil. As for the specific internal information, the police can't grasp it yet-or maybe they will never grasp it.
Less than two thousand meters north of the beach site, there is a dense banana forest. In a double-storey villa next to the woodland, Banoro, with a gray complexion, was holding a pair of telescopes and looking towards the beach. Although the dense banana forest was blocking him, he could not see anything at all.
Banoro can swear to God that he has never hoped that anyone would be better in his life, but at this moment, he really hopes that one or two of the people lying on the beach can be saved, because only by leaving a living can he figure out who did this, instead of being indecipherable and passively taking the blame like now
Yes, those unlucky guys who have turned into corpses are drug dealers from Colombia. According to the original plan, Banoro should have completed the transaction with them on the front camping beach forty minutes ago.
The transaction volume this time is not very large. All of them are counted as only 40 kilograms of cocaine bricks, and a small amount of hemp
Banoro has always been cautious in trading, and it shouldn't be late, but this time the situation happened. There was a car accident on the road from Sao Paulo to Port Santos. A large coal truck overturned on the road, piled up like a hill and blocked a road that was not very spacious.
Banoro and his men finally waited until the road was cleared and then arrived at Santos Port, which was already forty minutes later than the scheduled time. What he saw at the joint location was a police car full of sand.
A deal has become what it looks like now, and Banoro feels like he is going crazy. Even if he has a thousand mouths now, he can't defend himself in front of those Colombians.
St. Paul is not a closed city. Those Colombians must have countless eyeliners here. This matter has probably been spread to the jungle in southeastern Colombia.
From then on, people will be arranged to come over continuously, of course not for the transaction, but for the purpose of taking Banoro's life
Banoro has been trading with Colombians for more than ten years, and the agreement on the transaction location and time are very secretive. In this regard, the way they used was the same as Li Zaian and Wu Xingguo, and they all posted small advertisements with secret code words in newspapers.
Banoro has never mentioned this code word to anyone, so only he and the Colombians who came to complete the transaction know about how to connect and how to trade.
Now, there is a problem with the transaction, and all the Colombians who came to complete the transaction are dead. Who can take the blame?
No, no! Someone knows this secret!
A ray of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. Banoro put down the telescope in front of him, and a trace of sinister flashed in his swollen and red eyes. Yes, those Peruvians probably knew this secret, and in such a short time, they could successfully solve nine well-equipped Colombian masters and retreat calmly, it seemed that only Peruvians had such strength.
Thinking of this, Banoro was so angry that he threw away the telescope in his hand, turned around suddenly, walked quickly to the only phone in the living room, grabbed the receiver, and quickly dialed a number.
I thought about the busy voice on the phone for a long time before someone answered it, and it sounded very strange: Hello, who are you looking for?
Asking Richard to listen to the phone, Banoro said calmly
Who are you? The person opposite asked
I am Banoro, tell Richard that I need him to come and listen to the phone immediately! Banoro's anger is getting stronger and stronger. He feels that this time it is Misal and his men who are framed. They may be trying to force themselves to make a deal with them, or they intend to take the opportunity to get rid of themselves. In short, they will have a willing one
There was no one named Richard here. The voice opposite was silent for a few seconds and said lightly
Bastard, hurry up and call Misal over here. Yes, it's Misal Munient. I know he's right next to you, let him listen to the phone immediately! Banoro was almost mad. He felt that Misal was hiding from him, and he felt ashamed.
Of course, Richard is the pseudonym Misal used in St. Paul
The voice opposite was silent for a few seconds before he asked tentatively: OK, Misal just went out, can you leave the address? When he comes back, I will ask him to contact you immediately
wrong!
Although his heart was filled with anger, Banoro still noticed the abnormality. Misal was surrounded by rough people, and they didn't understand how to use respect to others.
The tip of his heart was suddenly tightened, and Banoro held his breath. Almost at the same time, a faint sirens came from the phone receiver. This subtle sound was like a thunder for Banoro. A chill that pierced the texture suddenly rose from the tail vertebrae, reaching the back of his brain
Hello, please leave your address, hey... The other end of the phone kept asking about the address, and Banoro also forgot to hang up the phone, and just stood stupidly in front of the phone. He vaguely thought of what Li Zai'an said to him the night before yesterday
...You are old, and you are leaving Brazil with the money, going to Australia, or going somewhere else, and living the rest of your life safely is better than anything else...
……
... Half an hour ago, the police and the Drug Enforcement Administration took a joint action and raided a villa thirteen kilometers north of Santos Harbor, seizing 40 kilograms of high-purity cocaine and 60 kilograms of marijuana. Subsequently, the police confirmed that this drug hiding case is closely related to the Northern drug trafficking group that has been active in Peru in recent years. The fourth person in its organization, Misal Munient, is the main suspect in the incident...
...Peruvian police attach great importance to this incident. The operation team composed of Peruvian anti-terrorism and drug-anti-drug experts has flew to Sao Paulo. Since then, the police of the two countries will carry out close cooperation in the pursuit of Misal. According to official news from Peru, President Tensen has paid close attention to the joint operation between the two countries. His spokesperson announced at a press conference held earlier that the Peruvian drug-anti-drug department has increased the previous wanted reward for Misal from $500,000 to $1.5 million under the supervision of the president...
Looking at the photos of Misal on TV that squeezed the entire screen, Li Zaian sat upright on the sofa, stroked the stubble growing on his chin with one hand, and murmured: $1.5 million, it's very tempting.
Then you go and get it. Anyway, you don’t know where they are hiding. On the side of the coffee table next to it, Chen Jin was facing the mirror and applying a new medicine to the face.
In the early morning operation, a bullet shot through her right cheek, adding a half-inch-long wound to her. Fortunately, it was just a skin trauma and would not leave any scars.
The four-on-nine battle lasted only more than ten minutes. The result of the complete victory showed the Chinese elite army, strong combat effectiveness and rich combat experience, and on the other hand, it was also because of the excellent equipment as support.
Just like Chen Jin, there were four flat bullets on her bulletproof vest, one of which happened to hit the steel plate insert on her left chest. If it weren't for this expensive heavy-duty bulletproof vest, she would probably not be able to come back today.
Bullets don't have eyes, and God will not favor anyone. From a probability theory, life or death is a part of everyone.
Let's forget it, let's give this money to those who really want to live. Li Zaian shrugged, moved his eyes away from the TV, turned to Chen Jin, and said with a smile
A lighthouse towering high and white tower looks like a statue of a graceful girl from a distance, from a distance
On a camping beach nearly two kilometers away from the pier, more than a dozen police cars parked under rows of palm trees with police lights. Near the high tide line of the beach, the police pulled up yellow blockade belts into square boxes, surrounding hundreds of square meters of sand.
There are six or seven blocks with circles, and almost every box has one or two corpses crawling on the ground. As the sea tide surges up, several scarlet blood lines are overflowing from under each corpse.
On the periphery of the blockade, more than 30 policemen with plastic gloves lined up, each holding a bag of evidence in his hand, searching one meter from the east side of the beach to the west side, picking up the evidence left at the scene
God can prove that there will be no more evidence left at any murder scene than here. Just in the first round of searches, the police found 6 guns of various types, including AK47, M16, and Bernel M1 on this beach that is less than 1,000 square meters.
Others, such as grenade fragments, empty shells, tear gas sleeves, and abandoned empty magazines are even more numerous.
The first impression that these evidences are piled up together is that a war has just happened on this beach.
There are 9 bodies found on the beach, and there is a burning yacht on the sea.
The police found a document that could prove his identity in a person, which was a passport, which showed that the deceased was a Colombian Pole and held a three-month short-term visa.
The specific gun numbers cannot be found on the remaining guns at the scene, and the origin cannot be determined. Instead, the ZZZ mark can be seen from the empty shells - this mark makes the Sao Paulo police feel like they are facing a great enemy, because it is a special logo of the Mexican Zetas drug cartel.
According to the speculation of the São Paulo police, behind this incident, there should be a fire caused by two overseas drug trafficking groups to compete for domestic drug distribution in Brazil. As for the specific internal information, the police can't grasp it yet-or maybe they will never grasp it.
Less than two thousand meters north of the beach site, there is a dense banana forest. In a double-storey villa next to the woodland, Banoro, with a gray complexion, was holding a pair of telescopes and looking towards the beach. Although the dense banana forest was blocking him, he could not see anything at all.
Banoro can swear to God that he has never hoped that anyone would be better in his life, but at this moment, he really hopes that one or two of the people lying on the beach can be saved, because only by leaving a living can he figure out who did this, instead of being indecipherable and passively taking the blame like now
Yes, those unlucky guys who have turned into corpses are drug dealers from Colombia. According to the original plan, Banoro should have completed the transaction with them on the front camping beach forty minutes ago.
The transaction volume this time is not very large. All of them are counted as only 40 kilograms of cocaine bricks, and a small amount of hemp
Banoro has always been cautious in trading, and it shouldn't be late, but this time the situation happened. There was a car accident on the road from Sao Paulo to Port Santos. A large coal truck overturned on the road, piled up like a hill and blocked a road that was not very spacious.
Banoro and his men finally waited until the road was cleared and then arrived at Santos Port, which was already forty minutes later than the scheduled time. What he saw at the joint location was a police car full of sand.
A deal has become what it looks like now, and Banoro feels like he is going crazy. Even if he has a thousand mouths now, he can't defend himself in front of those Colombians.
St. Paul is not a closed city. Those Colombians must have countless eyeliners here. This matter has probably been spread to the jungle in southeastern Colombia.
From then on, people will be arranged to come over continuously, of course not for the transaction, but for the purpose of taking Banoro's life
Banoro has been trading with Colombians for more than ten years, and the agreement on the transaction location and time are very secretive. In this regard, the way they used was the same as Li Zaian and Wu Xingguo, and they all posted small advertisements with secret code words in newspapers.
Banoro has never mentioned this code word to anyone, so only he and the Colombians who came to complete the transaction know about how to connect and how to trade.
Now, there is a problem with the transaction, and all the Colombians who came to complete the transaction are dead. Who can take the blame?
No, no! Someone knows this secret!
A ray of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. Banoro put down the telescope in front of him, and a trace of sinister flashed in his swollen and red eyes. Yes, those Peruvians probably knew this secret, and in such a short time, they could successfully solve nine well-equipped Colombian masters and retreat calmly, it seemed that only Peruvians had such strength.
Thinking of this, Banoro was so angry that he threw away the telescope in his hand, turned around suddenly, walked quickly to the only phone in the living room, grabbed the receiver, and quickly dialed a number.
I thought about the busy voice on the phone for a long time before someone answered it, and it sounded very strange: Hello, who are you looking for?
Asking Richard to listen to the phone, Banoro said calmly
Who are you? The person opposite asked
I am Banoro, tell Richard that I need him to come and listen to the phone immediately! Banoro's anger is getting stronger and stronger. He feels that this time it is Misal and his men who are framed. They may be trying to force themselves to make a deal with them, or they intend to take the opportunity to get rid of themselves. In short, they will have a willing one
There was no one named Richard here. The voice opposite was silent for a few seconds and said lightly
Bastard, hurry up and call Misal over here. Yes, it's Misal Munient. I know he's right next to you, let him listen to the phone immediately! Banoro was almost mad. He felt that Misal was hiding from him, and he felt ashamed.
Of course, Richard is the pseudonym Misal used in St. Paul
The voice opposite was silent for a few seconds before he asked tentatively: OK, Misal just went out, can you leave the address? When he comes back, I will ask him to contact you immediately
wrong!
Although his heart was filled with anger, Banoro still noticed the abnormality. Misal was surrounded by rough people, and they didn't understand how to use respect to others.
The tip of his heart was suddenly tightened, and Banoro held his breath. Almost at the same time, a faint sirens came from the phone receiver. This subtle sound was like a thunder for Banoro. A chill that pierced the texture suddenly rose from the tail vertebrae, reaching the back of his brain
Hello, please leave your address, hey... The other end of the phone kept asking about the address, and Banoro also forgot to hang up the phone, and just stood stupidly in front of the phone. He vaguely thought of what Li Zai'an said to him the night before yesterday
...You are old, and you are leaving Brazil with the money, going to Australia, or going somewhere else, and living the rest of your life safely is better than anything else...
……
... Half an hour ago, the police and the Drug Enforcement Administration took a joint action and raided a villa thirteen kilometers north of Santos Harbor, seizing 40 kilograms of high-purity cocaine and 60 kilograms of marijuana. Subsequently, the police confirmed that this drug hiding case is closely related to the Northern drug trafficking group that has been active in Peru in recent years. The fourth person in its organization, Misal Munient, is the main suspect in the incident...
...Peruvian police attach great importance to this incident. The operation team composed of Peruvian anti-terrorism and drug-anti-drug experts has flew to Sao Paulo. Since then, the police of the two countries will carry out close cooperation in the pursuit of Misal. According to official news from Peru, President Tensen has paid close attention to the joint operation between the two countries. His spokesperson announced at a press conference held earlier that the Peruvian drug-anti-drug department has increased the previous wanted reward for Misal from $500,000 to $1.5 million under the supervision of the president...
Looking at the photos of Misal on TV that squeezed the entire screen, Li Zaian sat upright on the sofa, stroked the stubble growing on his chin with one hand, and murmured: $1.5 million, it's very tempting.
Then you go and get it. Anyway, you don’t know where they are hiding. On the side of the coffee table next to it, Chen Jin was facing the mirror and applying a new medicine to the face.
In the early morning operation, a bullet shot through her right cheek, adding a half-inch-long wound to her. Fortunately, it was just a skin trauma and would not leave any scars.
The four-on-nine battle lasted only more than ten minutes. The result of the complete victory showed the Chinese elite army, strong combat effectiveness and rich combat experience, and on the other hand, it was also because of the excellent equipment as support.
Just like Chen Jin, there were four flat bullets on her bulletproof vest, one of which happened to hit the steel plate insert on her left chest. If it weren't for this expensive heavy-duty bulletproof vest, she would probably not be able to come back today.
Bullets don't have eyes, and God will not favor anyone. From a probability theory, life or death is a part of everyone.
Let's forget it, let's give this money to those who really want to live. Li Zaian shrugged, moved his eyes away from the TV, turned to Chen Jin, and said with a smile
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