You won’t believe it until you see it!

When he was bragging over the years, he even said that he had blown people to pieces with an RPG.

In fact, he has never touched an RPG at all!

He also said that he and the guerrilla drug lords in South America were brothers in life and death, and he could easily summon hundreds of brothers carrying long guns and short cannons.

He also boasted that those brothers had F16s.

Just bragging, traditional arts, especially Lao Hei.

Even when his subordinates said that the other party was driving a gunboat, he didn't believe it at first.

However, a few days ago he heard that gangs in other cities were robbed at sea. He was so happy that he was drunk for several days, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn in the blink of an eye, so he couldn't help but not believe it.

Moreover, Lao Hei also secretly admired Sean, damn, he had robbed so many people in a short period of time.

Florida, Georgia, North and South Carolina... In the surrounding area, he heard news that more than a dozen large gangs had their goods robbed.

There is even news from Georgia that they want to find mafia families from nearby states to gather there and compete with this X security company!

Oh, I heard from the gossip that this security guard X seemed to have done a big job in Atlanta, Georgia, and wiped out a local mafia family.

…

"Stop making noise!" A thin, sinister-looking white man jumped to the front of the bar and shouted loudly for a long time before the bar became quiet.

More than two dozen mafia families from several surrounding states gathered here secretly.

Of course, not all are victims, some are just here to join in the fun.

Not all are black. In fact, there are only about three layers of black people, and most of them are white.

The gang members in movies and TV shows are all black, which is actually a kind of implicit discrimination.

Whether above ground or underground, white people have always made up the majority.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."

"Hey, George, do you want to be the leader?" shouted a big black man with a gold chain around his neck.

The sinister white man glanced at him, and a smile appeared on his lips, "No, no one has been chosen to call the shots now. I am just the host. What, Harrington, you want to take the lead, no problem."

"Do you have any opinions?" The sinister white man shouted to the twenty family patriarchs below.

Several white people looked at George on the stage and said nothing, but a few other white people objected loudly: "We are going to X security negotiation, does this idiot understand what he said?"

"You fucking fart!" Harrington had a ferocious look on his face, bared his teeth, stood up, pointed at the speaker and cursed.

"Harrington, I support you!" Several old black men immediately expressed their support loudly upon seeing him.

When facing white people, old people always stick together.

Dozens of family patriarchs and subordinates started arguing in the bar, and for a while it was impossible to hear what they were arguing about.

The sinister white people didn't stop him either. Anyway, several of their related families knew about Sean's affairs and didn't want to be the one who stood out.

After arguing for half an hour without any results, we finally decided to vote as usual.

Originally, the eight black gangs disagreed, so why did they have fewer people?

But unexpectedly, the final result turned out to be Harrington.

Harrington's face looked confused and proud, something he didn't even expect.

…

Back at the Cartagena base, all goods were stored in the underground vault in the trading area.

After calculating the harvest, Sean couldn't help but frown, "Why do you only have so little money?"

Faced with this, Jeff didn't know how to answer.

Well, he feels pretty much the same.

In terms of value, one gram of high-purity cocaine costs about $30 when shipped from Colombia.

This thing seems to be very profitable, but in fact, because there are too many middlemen, the profit gained each time is not very high.

Without a platform, consumers cannot enjoy direct sales from manufacturers, resulting in overpriced products. In the end, consumers purchase at very high prices.

The 95% high-purity product here at 30 per gram will eventually reach consumers, and a gram with a purity of about 40% will cost about 60 US dollars.

60 is very expensive. The normal salary in North America is only 8-900 per month. You can only buy 15 grams if you don’t eat or drink, and you can’t really eat or drink.

No matter how expensive it is, the sales volume will not increase. Of course, the rich people are a different matter.

The actual production cost is lower than 30 US dollars. If we calculate it as 30 US dollars, it seems to be 5 times the profit.

But in fact, the transporters have to share the money, the local general distribution gangs have to share the money, the distribution gangs have to share the money, the bulk cargo guys have to share the money, the police have to share the money, several times...

Therefore, if it is spread out, no one can make too much.

After getting all the goods, Sean calculated it. According to the price in Colombia, half a ton, 500 kilograms, 500,000 grams, it is about 15 million.

He drifted at sea for ten days, plus the time he spent working on this matter, it was almost a month.

Sean calculated the speed at which he was making money. According to the actual worth calculated by Monroe Deive for himself, it was about 480 million.

Including those in the dark, it's almost 550 million.

Over two years and less than three years, the average is US$180 million per year and US$16.66 million per month.

This is still the early stage when I haven’t made much money. If I make money at a rate in the past year, it will be no less than 23 million per month!

Sure enough, pan-drug is an industry with no future!

Still want to be a good person!

After two days of rest in Cartagena, someone passed on the news through Jonas that the bosses of 24 mafia families from 6 states on the east coast were coming to negotiate with him.

"Ha, negotiate, okay, let them come, I'll wait for them in Cartagena." Sean said to the phone with a smile.

"They asked me to keep them safe," said Jonas on the other end.

"Okay, tell them, I swear on the honor of the Rockefeller family, I guarantee their integrity." A sneer appeared on Sean's lips.

"Really or not!" On the other end, Jonas was the first to say no.

"Farke, what do you mean by that? You don't believe me!" Sean cursed into the phone.

"Well..." Jonas said in a long tone, "Based on my past experience, although I don't know the reason, but, yes, I don't believe it."

"Fuck you!" Sean was amused by this guy.

After hanging up the phone, the matter was settled. It was agreed that in three days, these people would arrive in Cartagena by plane.

It was said that it would be three days later, but in fact, each of these guys was more cunning than the other, and the earliest one arrived in Cartagena on the same day.

It's not that I'm here for a trip, it's mainly to get acquainted and arrange an escape route.

George and three people, most of whom looked like tourists, came out of the airport and took a taxi to the hotel they had booked on the phone.

Taking a taxi and looking at the bustling scenes on both sides of the street, if they hadn't known that this was Cartagena, they would have thought this was the United States.

Well, the building has a strong Dutch style.

Chatting with the drivers, there was no clue that they were members of the mafia.

On the way, the driver said he wanted to buy something from a nearby convenience store, and asked a few people to wait for a while before getting off the car.

However, before the driver walked into the nearby convenience store, the taxi was surrounded by several big men who suddenly appeared.

George and the others looked at the black muzzle in confusion.

What is going on!?

"George Edgar, Wallis Omar, Elinor Wendell, three distinguished gentlemen, you name me right." A burly man said with a cold smile on his lips.

The three of them looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

"X security!?"

"Smart, since you have guessed it, then don't make it so unpleasant for everyone." The big man bared his teeth and said with a smile.

"Fake, your boss has sworn to ensure our safety!" George's face looked extremely ugly.

"Of course, what our boss always talks about is safety, safety, and damn safety." The big man smiled and said, "You will be very, very safe with us."

Farke, Farke!

The three people's faces were ashen and they kept cursing in their hearts, but they still got out of the taxi calmly and got into a commercial vehicle next to them.

Before getting in the car, I gave the taxi driver a fierce look.

In the commercial car, to the surprise of George and the others, they were not handcuffed or anything like that. While the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, George wondered: "Can you tell me how you discovered us? I just

get off a plane!"

"Oh, it's nothing." The big man smiled indifferently. Sean said, there is no need to hide these, "Cartagena has a permanent population of 1.15 million, and there are 3,500 taxis. They are all owned by a taxi company. The boss

That’s Mr. Sean, more than 8,000 drivers, all our informants.”

"Oh, by the way, at Rafael Nunez International Airport, the security business is outsourced to X Security Company."

"We knew it as soon as you bought your ticket." The big man spread his hands.

George and the three of them looked at each other, damn, what the hell, every move of their group was under their noses.

"There are 1.15 million people in the entire Cartagena, and there are about 750,000 people who are capable of working, of which 50,000 are working for Mr. Sean." The big man said with a proud face, "This number is not high, after all.
To be continued...