"Why is it weird?" Sean was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "Is it as weird as fifty million!"

"Uh... not necessarily." Bill's tone was full of uncertainty.

Sean made a strange 'hmm' sound, "What's going on? Tell me."

Bill coughed again and said with a weird look: "According to Matilda herself, he ran out to protect Pablo. He was originally at the lair all year round. The reason why he captured Pablo was for Sophie.

· Marceau.”

Sean frowned and tilted his head, and the black man said hello.JPG

"No, wait a minute, what do you mean for Sophie Marceau?" Sean frowned, looking confused as to how these two names were connected.

Sophie Marceau is now Sean's woman, pregnant, and currently expecting to give birth on Deer Island.

Everyone suppressed laughter and listened to Bill explain the matter again, "Now Mr. Matilda has made a request to meet Sophie Marceau, and we need to arrange it."

Sean blinked his eyes, then suddenly burst out laughing, "I'm so... weird!"

"If it's really Pablo, I feel aggrieved for him."

"Hey, someone is going after your woman!" Bill looked at Sean with a curious expression. He had the impression that Sean would be very angry.

Sean laughed, "You can only watch from a distance, but I play with you casually, why should I be angry?"

"They can only dream about the sweetness of the goddess at midnight, but I can..." Sean chuckled, "I just hope he won't collapse after getting the truth."

Even if this topic is in the past, everyone is just joking about it. Capturing Pablo alive is the real business.

Because the matter was so important, Thomson was the only one who secretly took a few people there.

If something is true, a few people can handle it; if something is false, even if there are many people, it will be futile.

One day later, Pablo, whose face was covered with injuries, was brought back to Cartagena by Mimi, and Sean went to meet the fan in person.

"Your request is fine, but there are some things we must explain clearly."

Matilda nodded, trying hard to keep a straight face and not seem nervous, but her eyes were blinking uncontrollably every second.

"For your safety, this matter must be kept confidential throughout the entire process. Therefore, you will get the money, but the official will not announce it to the public, and you need to keep it confidential yourself." Sean said slowly.

Matilda nodded immediately, this is what he should be. If he changes his identity, he will be a rich man instead of a drug criminal, and he can pursue his goddess.

"Since you agree, it's no problem." After saying that, Sean handed the person over to others to receive him.

Time flies...seven days later.

A piece of news detonated the whole world.

The body of Pablo, the world's number one drug lord, was found in the small town of Onegro. After determination, the cause of death was a drug overdose. Based on the circumstances at the scene, suicide was suspected.

On the TV screen, the door of a villa was surrounded by police. Many reporters were watching. Reporters from various countries reported on the incident.

The world's most powerful drug lord died so quietly.

The purpose of spending a lot of money to capture Pablo alive was to pry open his mouth. According to the assessment, this guy still has money, but no one knows where he hides it.

This money is all stolen money. As the "Justice League", it is natural to rescue this money from the evil den and then use it for righteous causes.

But no one wanted Pablo to go to trial alive.

The Colombian government does not want him alive. Pablo knows too much and many people will be implicated if he is alive.

The CIA does not want Pablo alive. With so much money, if Pablo talks nonsense, the CIA will be very passive.

The military did not want Pablo to be alive, so the island near Panama, which was specifically used as a drug transit station, could not be known to others.

Sean didn't want Pablo alive either, so he personally killed Pablo in front of Jeff's grave to avenge Jeff.

More importantly, more than 3 billion US dollars were dug out from Pablo's mouth this time. However, many people do not want this money to be disclosed in the accounts... lest the money fall into the hands of some "criminal elements"!

This money is very hot and most people can’t handle it, so let’s leave it to the Justice League!

Therefore, Pablo could only commit suicide.

…

"It is not a wise choice for one family to be the only one, because everyone will know you and will stare at you, staring at your every move and magnifying it infinitely, attracting too many eyes, and the final result will inevitably be like Barb

Just like Luo." Under a sun umbrella on the beach, Sean said slowly while sipping the juice from the cup.

There were three people sitting next to him, Brother Gilbert in a white shirt and Gustavo in a blue shirt.

This Gustavo is not that Gustavo.

Sean is an old acquaintance. When they were still hanging out in Newark, the two of them drank together under the Statue of Liberty.

At that time, Sean was still a liquor dealer, and Gustavo was a member of the Mexican gang.

Over the years, as Sean has been promoted step by step, Gustavo's business scope has also continued to expand. He came out to work alone very early, buying goods directly from Colombia, eliminating middlemen, and making the prices more affordable to the people.

"Of course, I just made this suggestion. How you do it specifically has nothing to do with me." This time, both parties were called over by Sean, who wanted to share the market.

"These days, no one who eats alone will end well. You have to learn to share, right?" Sean looked at the two of them with a smile, "Expand your business scope, increase the efficiency of capital utilization, make more friends and less hatred.

"

"Pandu is not about beating and killing, it's about being humane!"

"You have to learn to use the bank as a tool. Your money is buried in the soil. You are hiding in the mountains. There are only mosquitoes and leeches. Women are covered in sweat and smell. Then why do you make so much money?" Sean glanced at the two of them.

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"Don't be a slave to money, learn to control it."

"That's it, I'm leaving. I hope you can change your identities next time we meet." After that, Sean stood up, took the juice and swayed away.

In Sean's opinion, Gustavo is very aware of current affairs and should have deposited the money in his own bank. As for the Gilbert brothers, Gustavo has to restrain him, even if he is unwilling in his heart, in order not to suffer his own consequences.

If you are hit hard, you will hold your nose and deposit it into your own bank.

It's not that Sean had any intention of stealing their money. Such a large amount of cash flow would just get moldy in the hands of drug criminals, and might even explode to pieces in the end. He might as well play a more important role here.

Well, it is mainly for the better circulation of US dollars. This is a contribution to the country, and it is definitely not a related-party loan of 32.595 billion...

…

In July, mid-summer, Sean finally finished his work in Colombia.

After Pablo's death, the more than 30,000 armed forces he left behind had to be disposed of. For security reasons, this kind of future trouble could not be left behind.

After finishing these tasks, Sean took his special plane and took the Devil Bird formation on a friendly visit to various countries in South America!

Take a look at my bird and ask you how big it is!

Hard or not!

This round of friendly visits to South American countries has been fruitful, with a thick pile of orders. Even if the east side starts working at full capacity, it will be enough for two years of production!

Of course, the main reason is that the combat power displayed by the Devil Bird shocked many countries. The thing is indeed good, but it is not because...

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

"What? No need?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I, Sean, never like to buy or sell by force!" Sean still kept smiling, "That's it, that's it for today. I have an appointment later. I'm a bit pressed for time. I can't help it. I'm a businessman.

A life of hard work.”

"No need to send it, no need to send it, it's very close. The people from the First Command asked me to meet, and they also wanted to ask about the price of the Devil Bird." Sean's smile became even brighter, "Don't worry, I understand the rules and I won't sell them.

If you give them a military version, they must have dismantled military equipment."

"No, why are you holding me back?" Sean raised his eyebrows.

The Brazilian president grabbed Sean's arm and put on an ugly smile on his face, "I suddenly feel that the Brazilian government should purchase a batch of new aircraft to cope with the ever-changing international situation and adapt to the new war standards."

First Command, the largest gang in Brazil, the kind that dares to threaten the government head-on.

"No need, I see you are in a difficult position." Sean laughed, "It's as if I, Sean, are buying and selling by force."

"No embarrassment, no embarrassment at all!"

"How many will you buy?"

"30..." The president stared at Sean and observed the expression on his face. When he saw Sean raising his butt and starting to leave, he immediately said: "50!"

"There are still many companies in need of civilian aircraft. We cannot always focus on how to kill people. Compared with this, I hope that the Devil Bird produced by our company will bring a better life to people."

"80 planes!"

"For example, patrol, early warning, rescue, forest fire fighting..."

"100 planes!"

"Can help others..."

"Sean, don't go too far!"

"One price, 120!" Sean slapped his thigh.

False business competition: cut off your capital chain.

Real business competition: break into safes and change lock cylinders.
To be continued...