The city of St. Paul is very large. In his previous life, Li Zai'an once heard that the entire St. Paul metropolitan area was calculated together, and its size was equivalent to three Chongqing cities, several times the size of Beijing.
But in fact, Sao Paulo is not that big. Not only are there large slums here, but there are also many countless places like urban-rural fringe areas. For example, the Monoca District is such a place that is actually more remote and backward than the urban-rural fringe areas.
I don't know if the sea god Poseidon got angry or someone poked a hole in the sky. The heavy rain that lasted for a whole day did not weaken at all after nightfall. However, the south wind blowing from the sea stopped at dusk, but this proved that the heavy rain might not stop in a short period of time.
Li Zaian drove the Mercedes-Benz S320 that Manoro sent him, slowly driving on the convenient highway of the Metropolitan Area to Monocca, thinking about all the situations that might be encountered tonight
Working for someone like Manoro and planning to take away the drug trafficking organization from him is tantamount to seeking skin from the tiger. Since it is seeking skin from the tiger, you must always be careful of being swallowed by the tiger.
After receiving the task of meeting Betheron today, Li Zaian was thinking about whether there was any trap.
From Manoro's perspective, there are not many people he can trust now, and he has not shown any signs of betraying him. Now he does not need to rush to eradicate himself in such a hurry.
From Betheron's perspective, he is a politician, and he will not act irritably. He will only count the grudges and entanglements of the past, and will not be able to regard himself as his primary goal. This is unreasonable.
But now he is doing a business of licking blood from a knife. Since he is going to meet at a designated place, he is destined to fall into danger.
Li Zaian politely declined the number of bodyguards that Manoro arranged for him, and went to the appointment alone, secretly contacted Mute and Lei Zi, and asked them to go to the secret ambush in advance.
Monoca District is not the sphere of influence of the Morio drug trafficking organization. It is the only alternative among several well-known drug lords in the São Paulo metropolitan area. It is known as the Crazy Lara.
The reason why it is called alternative is that the leader of this organization is a woman, and a woman with serious problems with her personality.
Theresa's ex was her brother Joao Ciscinho. When Joao was alive, their power was the most powerful. He once controlled nine major regions including the Volella district.
However, five years ago, at the last moment when the military government returned the power to the literati, her brother was outrageously hit by a stray bullet in a conflict between the government army and the left-wing guerrillas opposing the military government, and died of serious injuries.
Since then, Teresa Ciscinio, who was only 20 years old, has become the leader of the Monoca drug cartel. She is known for her fierce and vicious behavior.
However, no matter how vicious a woman is, she is still a woman. What's more, in this underground world, it is often impossible to rely solely on viciousness. In the past five years, the territory controlled by the Monoka Group has been constantly eroded. Until now, there is no other area they can control except the Monoka area.
The reason why Monoca has not been taken away is probably because those who have the ability to come and seize it look down on it, at least they think it is not worth paying such a great price for it.
Also, in addition to six slums, this damn Monoca area also has three settlements of South American Indians. In addition, this place is basically occupied by the jungle.
As Manoro said before coming, hunting in Monocca may earn more than drug trafficking
After coming out of Morio, he drove for nearly an hour and a half at 40 mph. The sign of the Monoca area appeared on the direction sign on the side of the road. The car drove off the main road and walked forward for more than ten minutes. It felt like he had entered the countryside from the metropolis. The places within reach were all dilapidated buildings. There were not even street lights on the road, and it was dark.
There are no street lights and no street signs, Li Zaian can't find the so-called Onardina Street at all. Although the motto of finding a policeman in trouble also applies to this place, Li Zaian really dared not go to the roadside police station. He was worried that the police would cause him more trouble.
After wandering aimlessly on the dark street for nearly twenty minutes, Li Zaian, who was almost lost, finally found a place with neon lights on. He drove the car slowly over. When he got closer, he realized that it was a small gas station, and the row of flashing neon lights was in English. The translation means: Is there a lack of oil in the hole, bitch!
Li Zaian, who originally wanted to go over and ask about the road, changed his mind as soon as he saw this row of neon lights. For an Asian with yellow skin, it is very dangerous to get close to such a place in the middle of the night. He is not afraid of trouble, but he does not want to cause trouble in this place.
The car turned around when it was about to enter the parking lot. The bright lights cut through the rain curtain in front of it, and magically shone on a dilapidated street sign on the side of the road. Although the sign was covered with brown rust and the original handwriting was not very clear, Li Zaian still saw that the line of words was exactly what it was. Onardina Street
Li Zaian let out a sigh of relief. Since he found the location of Onardina Street, the rest of the matter will be easier.
He twisted the steering wheel and slowly drove forward along the street in front of him. After passing more than a dozen old buildings without lights on the street, he finally found the sign No. 109 in front of an old factory that seemed abandoned.
This old factory area used to be a storage warehouse. When you drove in through the dilapidated gate, the open yard was covered with weeds and rain. Then you walked inside. After entering the warehouse area, the tall warehouses were dilapidated. There were many doors left and the roof collapsed. I really don’t know how Betheron found such a place.
The car drove to the rear end of the reservoir area, which was the southernmost side. Three or five cars flashed where the front headlights were shining. The taillights of each car were on, flashing. On this congested rainy night, you can see it far away.
Where these vehicles parked, there was a relatively complete warehouse that looked quite solid, and there was lights reflected in the window without glass.
Li Zai'an calmed down and slowly leaned over. When he was still ten meters away from the warehouse, two flashlights shone through the shadows and kept swaying. It seemed that he was signaling him to stop and check.
Without thinking too much, Li Zaian stepped on the brakes and stopped the car
The person who was on the flashlight on the opposite side quickly walked up to the front, but there were four people. Everyone was wearing a raincoat with a hat, and they were covered with strong body, but the rifle they carried on their shoulders could not be covered.
Dongdong!
The first person who walked to the car raised his finger and knocked it on the car window. It was obvious that Li Zaian got out of the car.
Your mother! He cursed in his heart, Li Zaian pushed open the car door, covered his head with one hand, and got outside the car door.
I came to meet Congressman Bethelon on behalf of Mr. Banoro... The car was not very parked, and Li got off the car again and his feet were trapped in water almost ankle-deep.
Don't move!
The four people surrounding him immediately raised their guns and aimed at Li Zaian'an's head. Each finger was all on the trigger, as if he would shoot without hesitation if he had any abnormal movement.
It is obviously unwise to continue to resist at this time. If nothing else, it will take your life if someone gets fired.
Li Zaian wiped the rain from his face, shrugged, and slowly raised his hands
A man next to him immediately caught up, searched him from top to bottom, and took away the pistol from his back.
Li Zaian did not resist. Surrounded by several men, he walked into the warehouse next to him.
But in fact, Sao Paulo is not that big. Not only are there large slums here, but there are also many countless places like urban-rural fringe areas. For example, the Monoca District is such a place that is actually more remote and backward than the urban-rural fringe areas.
I don't know if the sea god Poseidon got angry or someone poked a hole in the sky. The heavy rain that lasted for a whole day did not weaken at all after nightfall. However, the south wind blowing from the sea stopped at dusk, but this proved that the heavy rain might not stop in a short period of time.
Li Zaian drove the Mercedes-Benz S320 that Manoro sent him, slowly driving on the convenient highway of the Metropolitan Area to Monocca, thinking about all the situations that might be encountered tonight
Working for someone like Manoro and planning to take away the drug trafficking organization from him is tantamount to seeking skin from the tiger. Since it is seeking skin from the tiger, you must always be careful of being swallowed by the tiger.
After receiving the task of meeting Betheron today, Li Zaian was thinking about whether there was any trap.
From Manoro's perspective, there are not many people he can trust now, and he has not shown any signs of betraying him. Now he does not need to rush to eradicate himself in such a hurry.
From Betheron's perspective, he is a politician, and he will not act irritably. He will only count the grudges and entanglements of the past, and will not be able to regard himself as his primary goal. This is unreasonable.
But now he is doing a business of licking blood from a knife. Since he is going to meet at a designated place, he is destined to fall into danger.
Li Zaian politely declined the number of bodyguards that Manoro arranged for him, and went to the appointment alone, secretly contacted Mute and Lei Zi, and asked them to go to the secret ambush in advance.
Monoca District is not the sphere of influence of the Morio drug trafficking organization. It is the only alternative among several well-known drug lords in the São Paulo metropolitan area. It is known as the Crazy Lara.
The reason why it is called alternative is that the leader of this organization is a woman, and a woman with serious problems with her personality.
Theresa's ex was her brother Joao Ciscinho. When Joao was alive, their power was the most powerful. He once controlled nine major regions including the Volella district.
However, five years ago, at the last moment when the military government returned the power to the literati, her brother was outrageously hit by a stray bullet in a conflict between the government army and the left-wing guerrillas opposing the military government, and died of serious injuries.
Since then, Teresa Ciscinio, who was only 20 years old, has become the leader of the Monoca drug cartel. She is known for her fierce and vicious behavior.
However, no matter how vicious a woman is, she is still a woman. What's more, in this underground world, it is often impossible to rely solely on viciousness. In the past five years, the territory controlled by the Monoka Group has been constantly eroded. Until now, there is no other area they can control except the Monoka area.
The reason why Monoca has not been taken away is probably because those who have the ability to come and seize it look down on it, at least they think it is not worth paying such a great price for it.
Also, in addition to six slums, this damn Monoca area also has three settlements of South American Indians. In addition, this place is basically occupied by the jungle.
As Manoro said before coming, hunting in Monocca may earn more than drug trafficking
After coming out of Morio, he drove for nearly an hour and a half at 40 mph. The sign of the Monoca area appeared on the direction sign on the side of the road. The car drove off the main road and walked forward for more than ten minutes. It felt like he had entered the countryside from the metropolis. The places within reach were all dilapidated buildings. There were not even street lights on the road, and it was dark.
There are no street lights and no street signs, Li Zaian can't find the so-called Onardina Street at all. Although the motto of finding a policeman in trouble also applies to this place, Li Zaian really dared not go to the roadside police station. He was worried that the police would cause him more trouble.
After wandering aimlessly on the dark street for nearly twenty minutes, Li Zaian, who was almost lost, finally found a place with neon lights on. He drove the car slowly over. When he got closer, he realized that it was a small gas station, and the row of flashing neon lights was in English. The translation means: Is there a lack of oil in the hole, bitch!
Li Zaian, who originally wanted to go over and ask about the road, changed his mind as soon as he saw this row of neon lights. For an Asian with yellow skin, it is very dangerous to get close to such a place in the middle of the night. He is not afraid of trouble, but he does not want to cause trouble in this place.
The car turned around when it was about to enter the parking lot. The bright lights cut through the rain curtain in front of it, and magically shone on a dilapidated street sign on the side of the road. Although the sign was covered with brown rust and the original handwriting was not very clear, Li Zaian still saw that the line of words was exactly what it was. Onardina Street
Li Zaian let out a sigh of relief. Since he found the location of Onardina Street, the rest of the matter will be easier.
He twisted the steering wheel and slowly drove forward along the street in front of him. After passing more than a dozen old buildings without lights on the street, he finally found the sign No. 109 in front of an old factory that seemed abandoned.
This old factory area used to be a storage warehouse. When you drove in through the dilapidated gate, the open yard was covered with weeds and rain. Then you walked inside. After entering the warehouse area, the tall warehouses were dilapidated. There were many doors left and the roof collapsed. I really don’t know how Betheron found such a place.
The car drove to the rear end of the reservoir area, which was the southernmost side. Three or five cars flashed where the front headlights were shining. The taillights of each car were on, flashing. On this congested rainy night, you can see it far away.
Where these vehicles parked, there was a relatively complete warehouse that looked quite solid, and there was lights reflected in the window without glass.
Li Zai'an calmed down and slowly leaned over. When he was still ten meters away from the warehouse, two flashlights shone through the shadows and kept swaying. It seemed that he was signaling him to stop and check.
Without thinking too much, Li Zaian stepped on the brakes and stopped the car
The person who was on the flashlight on the opposite side quickly walked up to the front, but there were four people. Everyone was wearing a raincoat with a hat, and they were covered with strong body, but the rifle they carried on their shoulders could not be covered.
Dongdong!
The first person who walked to the car raised his finger and knocked it on the car window. It was obvious that Li Zaian got out of the car.
Your mother! He cursed in his heart, Li Zaian pushed open the car door, covered his head with one hand, and got outside the car door.
I came to meet Congressman Bethelon on behalf of Mr. Banoro... The car was not very parked, and Li got off the car again and his feet were trapped in water almost ankle-deep.
Don't move!
The four people surrounding him immediately raised their guns and aimed at Li Zaian'an's head. Each finger was all on the trigger, as if he would shoot without hesitation if he had any abnormal movement.
It is obviously unwise to continue to resist at this time. If nothing else, it will take your life if someone gets fired.
Li Zaian wiped the rain from his face, shrugged, and slowly raised his hands
A man next to him immediately caught up, searched him from top to bottom, and took away the pistol from his back.
Li Zaian did not resist. Surrounded by several men, he walked into the warehouse next to him.
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