Chapter 417 Boss, are you still doing business? !

Chapter 417 Boss, are you still doing business? !

Yucatan Island.

In a luxurious villa, lewd music sounded early in the morning.

The whole living room was filled with the smell of heather powder.

Arturo De Sena, the nominal "Grand Master" of "Los Zetas" and the southern government, lay on the sofa in ecstasy, looking at the blonde in front of him, and couldn't help but get started again.

"Hate~ You watch TV first, I'll go to tidy up." The girl smiled and helped turn on the TV, and even threw a wink remotely when she walked to the bathroom.

The only bad thing is... she is older.

Probably in her early forties.

And Arturo De Sena is only 24 years old now!

This...

This appetite is comparable to that of a macaque.

Really...

I envy these people who can eat everything.

Sometimes, some people's hobbies can always exceed your cognition.

Oh, by the way, this is not a prostitute, this is Arturo De Sena's girlfriend, who used to be a cashier.

"Roar~" There is a floor-to-ceiling glass room in the living room. A white tiger opened its mouth and shouted, and its eyelids lifted lazily.

Arturo de Sena was naked, leaning on the sofa with his hands spread out. He turned on the TV and hummed a little tune. Just as he was about to find something to eat, he heard the voice of a female announcer on TV.

"The Chimahuacan slum was liberated yesterday!"

"More than 200,000 people have been rescued from the gangs. It is located in the civilian resettlement area in Mexico City. It rained heavily yesterday. General Victor was worried about his safety and went to the front line regardless of the danger to comfort the local people. He found that the person in charge that night was seriously derelict in his duty. He was furious and ordered a severe punishment. The people were all moved and shouted long live the general!"

On TV, you can see Victor's figure. In the heavy rain, he raised his hand and shouted, "Long live the people!"

You can hear the scene of the tsunami.

Arturo de Sena's expression froze...

He looked at the scene on TV and felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten dog shit!

Moreover...

Kimahuacan was actually liberated? !

According to the battle plan of the southern government, they predicted that this slum with 4 million people would at least stop them for more than three or four months. Who would have thought that it would be over so quickly?

In fact, in Victor's eyes, it would take half a year to complete, but who can blame Guderian for being both civil and military? He directly turned off the valve for water...

HK is also familiar with this matter.

If the "source of life" is gone, won't you be dead?

He threw the remote control at the TV with force. His girlfriend came out after hearing the noise. She was stunned to see the remote control broken into several pieces on the ground. She looked up at the TV and immediately understood that she could climb up not only because of her charm.

Beautiful women are not worth money, this is the case in places like Mexico.

In Southeast Asia...

then they are valuable.

They have more industrial chains.

The girl walked behind Arturo de Sena, put her fingers on his temple, and said gently, "Don't look at this, your head hurts again."

The strength in her hand was comfortable, and the other person felt very comfortable.

Naturally, the anger was also greatly reduced.

Being with his girlfriend, Arturo de Sena couldn't help complaining, "Victor has plenty of time to prepare for the war, and he has now solved the stubborn problem of slums, damn it! What about us? There are still people in the country who are eyeing their own interests. If you ask me, sooner or later, they will belong to Victor!"

"They only care about themselves."

Arturo de Sena's face was fierce, "But it's not that easy for Victor to gain a foothold so easily. If I don't make him look dirty, I will write my name backwards."

The girl's expression flashed, her hand moved down along the shoulder, and she leaned over to his ear and said, "I like the way you look like a man."

The other party was so angry that he was angry. When he was about to continue riding, the girl held his hand and said with a smile, "I have something to do later. The wife of President Elvis Salinas is going shopping."

"Why does she always look for you recently?"

"Maybe she wants to please you through me?"

When Arturo DeSenna heard this, his eyebrows widened slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He patted her hips, "Okay, then you go, and take care of things for me."

The girlfriend smiled, kissed, and then took a shower. When she came out of the room after putting on makeup, the other party had left the villa. The whole room was empty, but she was used to it. She took the Ferrari key and drove the Ferrari F40 out.

After passing a corner, she saw a refrigerated truck carrying milk parked not far away also started, and slowly followed it.

There were two men sitting on it, who looked like Indo-European hybrids.

"We are following Arturo's girlfriend, don't we need to tell him?" asked the co-pilot.

"What? We belong to the Cali Cartel. We are responsible for the intelligence operation of the entire organization. We don't need to tell anyone. We have the power to act first and report later. We belong to the American drug cartel. He? He is just helped by us..." The driver wanted to speak wildly, but he was stuck in the end.

"Anyway, don't worry about him. If there is any dissatisfaction, let him talk to the boss."

The intelligence ability of the Cali Cartel is well-known, and the CIA has also suffered losses. When Arturo found that the southern government was infiltrated, he found Pablo, who also went to talk to the Cali Cartel and finally agreed to help.

They have long been eyeing Arturo's older girlfriend.

Intuition!

After the refrigerated truck followed Ferrari, it was fortunate that the other party was not driving fast, otherwise it would have passed him long ago. But at a traffic light intersection, Ferrari stepped on the accelerator and rushed over when the light changed.

"Stop, stop, stop, red light, red light!" the co-pilot pointed to the front and said.

"I've never had the habit of waiting at red lights!"

The driver's eyes sank, "The red light going straight is the hardest to wait for!!!"

boom!

He kicked the accelerator and rushed over.

Press the accelerator to the bottom...

Toot toot! !

There was a rapid sound of the horn, and the co-pilot turned his head suddenly. He was horrified to see a dump truck rushing over from the right, and then heard a huge noise. The entire refrigerated truck suddenly crashed in front of dozens of tons of large toys. Just flew away.

It was directly smashed into scrap metal.

The A-pillar pierced the driver's neck. His eyes were protruding and he was still staring blankly. The co-pilot was vomiting blood. He looked at the crowd gathered around him and stretched out his hand tremblingly. He didn't want to die.

The blonde saw the hit refrigerated truck in the reflector, smiled, took out her mobile phone, edited a text message and sent it, not knowing who to send it to.

"There may be changes in the country, so be extremely vigilant!"

After sending it, I deleted the message directly, then when I passed the bridge, I threw it into the river and walked away.

Oh oh oh!

Another spy?

This...this is too outrageous.

There really is no one in the world who understands Emperor Wei.

…

“We are going to demolish all the slums in Kimahuakan without leaving any buildings behind. It will be converted into plazas, supermarkets, and low-cost resettlement housing communities. All indigenous people can apply for government approval and be given priority. poor families.”

Casare sat in the main seat with a calm expression. He looked at the heads of various people's livelihood departments below and glanced over. "Our top priority now is urban rectification, old housing renovation, slum reconstruction and other work. These are all for the general to see." Heavy."

He paused, "I know what you are thinking."

"Greedy, it's okay. If you're a little greedy, don't stuff it in your pockets. But if you're really greedy, the people's livelihood projects won't be done well. The general makes me uncomfortable, so can I make you happy?"

"You are just forcing me to kill people."

Anyone who was stared at by him felt chilled all over.

Even though he smiles all day long, his reputation as "Fat Tiger" is not just for bragging.

"Right? Falco!" Casare immediately stared at the man sitting in the middle on the left. The man was wearing glasses. When he heard his name, he stood up immediately, with sweat dripping from his head. "Minister, I..."

"Are you trying to say you don't know?"

Casare asked with a smile, squinting his eyes and just looking at the other person.

Falco is the deputy minister of education, and his main purpose is to allocate funds to the schools below, especially Victor's promise that every child can eat an egg, which is all free money.

Mexicans need to be strong!

Especially students, they can still be saved. Those adults have been driven into idiots by the Yankees with drugs and coke. You don’t know when they will die, but if the country wants a future, it definitely needs good health.

"An Egg" is Victor's plan.

Bang!

Casare slapped the table, and the tea cups fell to the ground. Everyone lowered their heads quietly, "I ask you, why are there no schools in Sonora, Sinaloa, and Chihuahua?" Appropriation"? Where's the money?!"

"What role does your brother-in-law play in this? Do you think I don't know? The education directors in those states are your people. They took the money and lived and drank. Some of them bought villas in the United States..."

Deputy Minister Falco's legs were trembling. "Sir, sir, I don't know? I don't know any of this. They, they did it behind my back. I have nothing to lose."

"Whatever happened to you, tell the people from the Anti-Corruption Bureau." Casare clapped his hands, and two strong men walked in from the outside. One of them was carrying a submachine gun and had fierce eyes.

Anti-Corruption Bureau, the full name of the Mexican Anti-Corruption and Bribery Bureau, Director: Casare Gonzalez!

Why were drug traffickers so rampant in Mexico before? Cooperation between poisonous officials is rampant, bribery is common, and it even goes so far as to buy and sell officials, and trade in power and sex, let's put it this way...

If Victor hadn't come, God would have toasted if he came here.

Why didn’t the United States have a territorial peek at Mexico after World War II? In addition to the rise of anti-colonization, the Mexicans are too chaotic. They are afraid that those bureaucrats will spoil their "little white lotus".

For the sake of the health of the new regime, the Anti-Corruption Bureau was established, using people from the military.

"take away."

Two Anti-Corruption Bureau soldiers dragged Falco out.

"Sir! I surrender, I confess, I have shed blood for Mexico, and I have made contributions to the government!!"

Casare snorted coldly and looked at the Minister of Education who was wiping his sweat. "From now on, Minister of Propaganda Goebbels serves as Deputy Minister of Education, Deputy Minister of Finance and Deputy Prime Minister."

Goebbels, who was sitting in the back, had a very calm face. Apparently he had known for a long time that he was going to be promoted, so he stood up and saluted.

The others looked at him with various expressions.

They also knew that Victor was going to help him come to power!

"Okay, let's break up the meeting and cheer up." Casare waved his hand, and a group of people rushed out. When Goebbels was about to leave, he pulled him away. Looking at this newcomer who was coming up, Kasare The fat man was also willing to give him a chance, "I'm celebrating my birthday tonight, let's have some fun together, and the general will come too."

Goebbels was startled, but then his heart tightened and he nodded, "Okay."

Casare chatted with him for a few words, and then saw the secretary trotting in, "Sir, people from the Abu Dhabi Investment Authority of the United Arab Emirates are here, and they want to see you."

"Okay, I'll go over now."

Casare nodded, said a few words to Goebbels, and then hurried away, the latter frowned.

"Are you planning to bring in Arabs, General?"

In the reception room, he met Shahbut bin Sultan Al Nahyan, deputy director of the Abu Dhabi Investment Authority of the United Arab Emirates, and his entourage.

Just by listening to the name, you can tell that this guy is a royal family, and his brother is actually the famous "old king".

As soon as he entered the door, Casare saw the emerald rings hanging on the other party's ten fingers, and a local tyrant style came to his face, which was simply... outrageous!

Oil really feeds people.

Since the discovery of oil in the shabby desert, wealth has soared. In 1980, the per capita wealth was 43,000 US dollars, which was three times higher than that of the United States in the same period.

"Hello, Mr. Shahbutben." Casare smiled as if he had seen his father. He had contacted the UAE more than a dozen times before the other party decided to send people to investigate.

Shahbutben was not arrogant. Although the person opposite was poor, he still showed the gentlemanly demeanor he should have. When shaking hands, he bowed slightly, which was very polite.

The two groups of people were sitting, and Casare came up and flattered, saying that he was fascinated by Arab culture recently and thought it was the best culture in the world. Moreover, everyone was very hardworking and saw the yearning for a better world from them.

The colorful sedan chair was carried by people, and the UAE people were also very happy to hear it.

Shahbutben smiled and nodded, "Mexico is also a very beautiful country. I like the air here very much. In fact, I have been here before, about 20 years ago, but at that time, I was not well influenced. I hate drugs."

"Of course!"

"After General Victor came to power, our air has become much cleaner. Drugs and drug dealers are destabilizing to society. We will never let them become popular, and we will crack down on them severely. This is also to protect the interests of foreign investors."

Shahbutben nodded vigorously. He suddenly said something and asked with a grin, "Mr. Casare, I heard that you have R-14 medium-range missiles? Do you sell them?"

Fatty Ka was stunned. We were talking about investment, how did we talk about the arms business?

"Sorry, Mr. Shahbutben, these weapons..."

"80 million US dollars each, we want 30."

Casare's mouth widened.

Camel, wearing a turban, had a sinister smile on his face and held a green coin in his hand, "Boss, just obey me..."

"Amou has endless money in his hand!!"

Kasare was really a little scared.

Shahbut thought that the other party was unmoved, and frowned, "100 million US dollars for one coin."

Fuck!

You rich dog, is this how you use money to hit people?

Kasare finally saw the direct impact from the Middle Eastern tycoon for the first time. It turns out that...

A person's mouth can really be so cold, but he can also say such "warm" words.

"I will report to the general."

"Money is not a problem!"