Chapter 233 Trading "I was acting in self-defense! He threatened my life with a fire axe!" The Mexican said unconvinced, "Texas law allows me to do this!" "Then why did you fire so many shots? Don't you know that this is also a threat to other people's lives and is illegal? You are disturbing public peace. Come back to the police station with us for investigation. You will need to pay at least a $4000 fine and be detained for 7 days." The police officer scolded. "I only have Mexican pesos," the Mexican replied. "I see you don't live here either. You must have swam here from the city across the river. In this case, I will charge you with illegal border crossing and smuggling. You will need to pay an additional $50000 in bail to be released from jail." Faced with the police's arrest and accusations, Lao Mo became desperate and turned around and took out a gun from the car again. "Fuck you!" Upon seeing this, the police officer quickly pulled out a Glock 17 from his quick-draw holster and fired at him. He retreated while firing and took out a walkie-talkie to report: "Shooting! Shooting! Requesting support!" After receiving the notification from the police officer, a police car with sirens blaring soon drove over from another street and ran rampant. Private cars at the intersection had no time to dodge and were directly affected. Several police officers who got out of the car pulled out their guns and started shooting without saying a word! Bang, bang, bang! The black Ford Mustang was shot into pieces, and its tires were blown out. The white driver, who had dodged the Mexican's shooting and was unharmed, was inexplicably shot several times and fell to the ground. All of a sudden, both of them were carried away! Crisp and neat.
The efficiency of the police response and the trial is so fast! It's jaw-dropping. But the passers-by looked as if they were used to it. If you can't solve the problem, then solve the problem. Seeing the enemy being shot dead, the police officers also began to maintain law and order at the scene, put up banners, and reported to the dispatch center that they had shot dead two criminals. After investigation, it was found that the Mexican was a guy who had lived in the local area for more than half a year and had a record of selling imported goods from South America. The white man was a mentally ill patient with bipolar disorder and a criminal who had just been released from prison a few days ago. The car he was driving was also stolen. Now, they have finally succeeded in executing justice! Why are you fighting on the streets for no reason? You may die if you don't fight. "Are people here like this?" Zhang Ailun watched the shooting at the intersection through the window. I also lamented that if it were in Los Angeles, it would be impossible for police officers to handle cases so efficiently and carelessly. At the very least, when facing white people, they have to consider abiding by the shooting protocol, otherwise they will not be put on administrative leave, but fired. It's not like that. He just fired a shot and when his identity was checked, it turned out he had a criminal record. No wonder they were so decisive when they fired. "What else can we do?" Old Jack turned the steering wheel and left the block from another intersection. He said in a normal way, "Those who climbed over the wall or swam here are all desperate criminals. No one can guarantee what they do. With several lives on their hands, being a police officer here does not require them to abide by the law to a certain extent. As long as we confirm that the other party does not have American identity and is a threat to society and ourselves, we can arrest and interrogate them, and shoot them to execute the trial!" I drove around Laredo for more than two hours, familiarized myself with the local environment and routes, and appreciated the beautiful scenery of Night City. Finally, I stopped the car at a Mexican restaurant. As soon as I got off the car, a Latin American beauty who was waiting on the roadside and wearing very cool clothes came over and greeted me enthusiastically, "Hey! Gentlemen! Do you need any service?" "I'm sorry, darlings, but you don't need it now." Old Jack smiled happily and did not reject the enthusiasm of these street beauties, hugging them left and right. I patted her perky buttocks, which were as elastic as jelly, and also caused the babies to grumble. I have to say that the Latin American beauties here are of great quality, and each one is hotter than the other. What a paradise! "Maybe after we finish our business we'll have time to take care of your business. What's your name and where do you live?" Old Jack began to ask questions. "We live in the motel next door, room 209. Here is my contact information, sir. Remember to come find us." Several beauties waved their hands and turned away reluctantly.
Old Jack smiled and sent them away, then his expression changed instantly and he cursed inwardly: "Damn it, they must be engaging in a sex scam." "How do you know?" Zhang Ailun raised his eyebrows. I see you are enjoying it quite a lot. "It's not my first time here. As soon as they stick their butts out, I know what they want to do. I'm an old man and I can tell at a glance that I'm from out of town. They are definitely thinking of making a fortune from me." Old Jack sneered. "Many of the gray industries here are owned by someone. The fact that they can stand on the street here means that there are people behind them supporting them. Their usual trick is to lure outsiders to motels to set up honey traps and blackmail you. The better ones will actually do things with you, and then make you smoke leaves, snort cocoa, and buy the products they promote. The worst result is that they will directly kidnap you, sell you to someone in need, and then take you to Mexico on a black ship. No one knows what the end will be." Old Jack said, "I'm not a fool. I pinched her to satisfy my own pleasure, so what?" "What's more, someone has been targeting us since two hours ago, when we just left the commercial street where the accident happened!" Zhang Ailun looked at Blitz when he heard this. The other party immediately took out his mobile phone to check and nodded. "There are indeed several identical mobile phone signal sources. They followed us for several blocks. Now they are in the alley next door." "..." Zhang Ailun also lamented that he had really underestimated this old guy. "Damn it, the local gangs are so rude. What do they want to do by following us? I just drive a junked Highlander, do I look like a rich man?" The chief gang leader was a little unhappy. "They must have had spies at the airport who saw our private jet worth hundreds of thousands of dollars." Blitz replied, "Maybe they have someone at the car rental company." "Find out what they do." Zhang Ailun said that it would be better for those guys not to provoke the chief leader. Otherwise, the chief leader wouldn't mind letting them see what it means to be a fierce dragon crossing the river! ! Blitz spent a few minutes searching for intelligence and quickly pulled up the information of those people. He said, "They are involved in human trafficking and cocoa trading. They also opened an unlicensed underground casino. Coincidentally, they are sworn enemies of the informant we are going to contact this time. Last week, their two groups had a street fight with each other." "I'm not interested in getting involved in their street fights," Zhang Ailun thought, "As long as they don't provoke me, I won't provoke them either." He immediately asked Blitz to contact the Mexican named Boro and inform him that he had arrived. He also asked where Boktu was. Boktu: We just filled up our tanks at a small town airport and will arrive in an hour. Zhang Ailun nodded. This speed was not slow. He took the goods from the car, led people into the restaurant, and found a place to sit down. The buyer received Blitz's message and quickly brought people over. Five or six Mexicans pushed the door open and walked in, led by a man with gray hair, earrings, a skull pendant, and tattoos on his arms. He looked around and saw three people sitting in the corner. He immediately smiled, showing his golden teeth, "Hey! Hey guys! Which one of you is a robot?" "It's me." Blitz nodded and asked, "Are you the buyer Bo Luo?" "Yes, I am Boro! Welcome to Laredo! This is a real paradise! You must be very tired after running such a long way. It doesn't matter. I have already prepared a warm welcome for you!" Bo Luo laughed: "It's not convenient to talk here, guys, follow me upstairs! There are private rooms there, and there are exciting programs! Beauties and fine wine!" He waved his hand and immediately asked someone to lead the way upstairs. Zhang Allen also nodded, and Old Jack carried the bag, and the three followed him up to the second floor. They also met some ferocious-looking guys on the road, but Old Jack had a calm expression and didn't care at all, and he sneered at their attitude. Boro saw that they were not going to take his bait and were not pushovers, so he immediately asked his younger brother to go play on the side. "You guys traveled all the way from Los Angeles to Laredo to do business, aren't you tired? Aren't there a lot of gang businesses there?" Boro took the lead and walked down the corridor, asking tentatively. "Don't even think about testing us, kid. I've eaten more salt than you've walked! We're not the CIA. If we were, we would have taken over your place long ago." Old Jack said dissatisfiedly: "If you are a man, you should be more straightforward. It's just a small business of 40 US dollars. If we hadn't accidentally got this little bit of bulk goods while doing business, we wouldn't have done business with you. Why don't you ask what we do!"
"Sorry. I'm a little sensitive. After all, as you know, there are many risks in this business. Most of the time, we have a stable upstream supplier. But I had a fight with some local tyrants who were my sworn enemies a while ago. They took away a batch of my goods, which caused me to ruin my business. My upstream supplier is unwilling to sell goods to me anymore, so I have no choice but to purchase goods from external channels." When Boro heard the old man's arrogant tone, he immediately became unsure. In the circle, the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are tough ones, and the tough ones are afraid of those who are not afraid of death. The one who speaks in such a harsh tone, he is either a fearless young man who has just started out, or a truly powerful boss! Old Jack has sparse hair, a hooked nose, and a sinister face. When he sank his face, he had his own aura. He looked like the kind of gangster who could scare people to death, a big shot in the industry! Boro immediately waved his hand and asked his younger brother to find out where these guys came from. Could it be that the robot that was in contact with them online was only the second person? Boro led a few people into the private room, a VIP room full of lights and wine, where several scantily clad Latin American beauties were already waiting. He took out two bottles of Louis Masini XO from the wine cabinet with a smile, uncorked the bottles, and filled the glasses. "As long as there are no accidents in this transaction, I am of course happy to be friends with you. But my business is not big. I have been in Laredo for so long, and I only have this restaurant and three streets of territory. I wonder what you do?" Old Jack took the glass and took a sip. He frowned and spat, "Man, your wine is really bad! WTF, what does it taste like? It tastes like horse urine! Are you sure this is for people to drink?" He smashed the wine glass directly, very dissatisfied. The corners of Boro's mouth twitched, and the hand holding the wine glass froze. The younger brother next to him was not convinced. He cursed in Spanish and wanted to pull out a pistol from his waist. Old Jack grinned and unbuttoned his collar, revealing a circle of clay explosives wrapped around it. He put his hand in his handbag and pulled out a Remington shotgun and a detonator. With two clicks, the bullets were loaded. His eyes turned cold, "What do you want to do?" Everyone present was shocked. Damn it!! This guy! Why do you tie a circle of clay explosives around you when you go out? Human bomb? All you need to do is put a white cloth on your head. No wonder these three people are so fearless!! Boro panicked instantly, stopped his impulsive younger brother, turned around and scolded: "What are you doing? This is a big business worth $400,000, and you are fooling our customers like this? Go and call the restaurant manager over to me!!" Upon hearing this, I immediately went out to call for help, and the restaurant manager hurried over. I also feel confused. Isn't this what you ordered? As soon as he entered the door, Boro pointed at him and started cursing at him in Spanish. The leader didn't know what was said specifically, nor could he understand, but it didn't look like anything good. The manager was almost unable to hold back after being scolded. His face turned pale and he apologized in a humble tone. "Go get my two bottles of Blue Label Hennessy XO worth $9000." Bo Luo said with a painful look on his face. Zhang Ailun understood what was said in English. That's it? I thought it was a very expensive drink. It turned out to be just an $8000 bottle of wine? You think you have never drunk wine worth more than $?
A beggar? Although I am one. After all, he is a man who does business worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. How come he is so poor? You can't afford to entertain guests because you think it's unnecessary and you plan to rob them? That's right. As soon as he entered the restaurant, the chief leader began to observe the situation and found that the decoration of this restaurant was average, the location was average, and the traffic in the nearby streets was not much, so it was not worth the money. The gun he was wearing was just a piece of junk that cost less than 200 US dollars when imported. It was sold for 500 US dollars in the market after being serialized. I don't know how many times it has been used. It will probably jam after just a few magazines. As for the rifles and sniper rifles without numbers, it would be difficult for them to purchase them without channels, and there would be no demand for them even at a high price. For local street thugs, it is already quite impressive if they have dozens of people under their command, each of whom is equipped with a pistol and has firepower. But for the chief of the arms business, it was shabby! Really shabby! You can't even give me an AK and a submachine gun, so what are you still hanging around here for? If you want to make it in the world, you need connections, a background, AK, drones, RPGs, and armed helicopters! I thought he was a big shot, but he turned out to be a country bumpkin, little Karami. Zhang Ailun stopped pretending and sat on the sofa, hugging people on both sides and crossing his legs. The Latin American beauty sat next to him and entertained him enthusiastically, dribbling the ball and bumping into people. "Sir, your muscles are so strong." The two hot beauties exchanged glances. "Want to see it? There will be plenty of opportunities for you to see it later." Zhang Ailun smiled. He put his hand down and squeezed it twice, making the other party feel unbearable. Soon the manager came up with the drinks. Boro quickly asked someone to open the bottle, poured a few glasses of wine, and said with a smile: "This is good stuff! I think it should satisfy you, right?" Old Jack tasted it, nodded, and reluctantly approved of it, with a deadpan expression, "It's just so-so." In my heart, I was full of contempt for this country bumpkin from South America. You are so magnanimous and have such a promising future that you are using such cheap wine to entertain guests! I really want to shoot you in the head. "Let's talk about a deal." Old Jack didn't want to waste time with these bumpkins. He finished his drink, put his bag on the table, opened the zipper, revealing silver bricks wrapped in plastic film inside. "The quality of these imported goods is good. How much do you plan to spend on them?" "35 US dollars. How is it?" Boro had someone check it out and confirmed the purity of the material, then asked tentatively. Zhang Ailun suddenly laughed. (End of this chapter)