Kunsha put down his wine glass, stood up with his hands behind his back, and walked to the center of the venue with a stern expression.
The firelight reflected Kunsha's face, giving it an indescribable coldness.
"Shekors, a businessman from Mexico, I want to ask you why drug sales in Mexico were so much lower last year than in previous years?" Kunsha looked directly into Shkors' eyes and asked sternly, with a tone of voice.
Full of obvious displeasure.
That Shikors was probably in his thirties, a little thin, with very fair skin, a sickly white color, and a shiny bald head. He was an authentic Mexican gangster.
This Shkoles is considered a tyrant in Mexico, but when facing Kunsha, for some reason, this guy is still quite afraid. He pursed his lips and replied in a trembling voice: "Last year
…Last year, the police in the United States and Mexico jointly operated, which severely suppressed the drug market, so…naturally, the sales volume could not increase…”
Kunsha smiled: "Oh? Really? But according to my informant in the US police, the US police did not take any large-scale anti-drug operations last year?"
Robin Hood was slightly shocked. Damn it, the King of Poison is the King of Poison. He actually has informants within the American police. It can be seen that his informants must be all over the police circles of various countries. This has ensured that he has been prosperous for so many years.
, foolproof. It seems that drug trafficking has become an art for Kunsha.
Shkoles was exposed by Kunsha's lie, and his expression became a little embarrassed for a moment. His fair face suddenly turned red, and he hesitated and didn't know what to say. After all, being exposed in front of so many people, it was indeed a lie.
It's a little embarrassing.
When he raised his head and looked into Kunsha's eyes, he couldn't help but shudder. The embarrassment was nothing to him. He was feeling uneasy now. He didn't know how Kunsha would punish him. This was what really made him feel uncomfortable.
Things that scare him.
Shkoles still wanted to quibble, but was interrupted by Kunsha's cold words: "Well, let me tell you the reason! It's because you went back to pick up the goods from Colombia, and they
They promised you a higher rebate, so you keep selling their goods and ignore our Golden Triangle goods, right?"
Shkoles trembled, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. He never expected that Kunsha knew everything about what he was doing, which was comparable to the FBI.
The whole place was in an uproar, many guests began to curse, and some cast disdainful glances at Shkols.
Shkoles looked at Kunsha nervously, swallowing hard, his heart beating rapidly.
Kunsha's eyes turned cold and he said slowly: "I am very fair in doing things. I often tell everyone that doing business is about integrity. What you do here is called 'eating the inside and the outside'. If you don't want to talk to me,
When it comes to business, you can just say it outright and walk away, which is fine at first. But on the one hand, you took over my business, and on the other hand, you took over Colombia's business. This is a bit unkind.
Got it!"
Shkors also knew that there was something wrong with what he did. He knew that what he did angered Kunsha. Now that he was here, Kunsha probably would not let him go easily. So Shkors gritted his teeth and made a conscious decision.
Heng, said loudly: "Okay! Now that you know everything, I will no longer cooperate with you in the future. But you can't blame me. After all, everyone is here for money. Colombia pays me more, and I
Of course I have to work hard for that side..."
boom!
The sudden sound of gunfire caused Shkoles' voice to stop abruptly.
The whole place fell into silence, and everyone looked around with their eyes wide open.
A bloody hole appeared on Shkors' forehead, and blood and white brain matter spurted out. The expression on Shkors' face seemed to have frozen, and he stared with a pair of big blue eyes.
His eyes looked a little frightened. Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Shkoles slowly fell to the sky.
Only then did the two bodyguards standing behind Shkors react and subconsciously reached behind their waists to draw their guns, but they remembered that the weapons on them had been confiscated when they entered the door.
A group of Kunsha's personal guards rushed up. Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two black bodyguards quickly raised their arms and knelt down to surrender.
Kunsha slowly lowered his arm, only to see a silver revolver in his hand. Kunsha blew the white smoke coming out of the gun with an expression of indifference. Killing people is like squeezing an ant to death for these drug dealers.
It's just as easy, it's become commonplace, and it's no longer surprising.
Robin Hood's eyelids twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: "He is indeed a ruthless character, what a powerful method!"
At the same time, Robin Hood also admired the strength of this guy Kunsha. No one could see clearly how he drew his gun just now. He drew the gun and fired very fast, and the shooting accuracy was very accurate. He hit Shkoles with one shot.
's head.
Kunsha blew a loud whistle, as if talking to himself or saying to all the guests present: "I, Kunsha, value love and righteousness. In my life, I hate treacherous villains who harm the interests of our group."
This is the fate of all the people! Here, drag his two bodyguards down, chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"
As soon as these words came out, many guests present shuddered in their hearts.
Robin Hood clearly saw that even Ding Chenggong, who had always been calm, could not help but shake his shoulders.
Everyone knows that what Kunsha said is definitely not a joke, he can do it if he can say it.
Amidst a burst of mournful wailing, the two black bodyguards brought by Shkoles were dragged down. What awaited them would be unimaginable misfortune.
Kunsha put the pistol back into his pocket, turned around and pointed at a foreigner with blond curly hair not far away and said: "Bhutto, do you know what you did wrong?"
The foreigner with blond curly hair is named Bhutto. He has a high nose bridge, a tall figure, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks gentle and elegant, like a government official. Who would have guessed that he is from Europe?
A big drug dealer. However, his true identity is indeed a French official. He usually hides in the officialdom by pretending to be an official. In fact, his identity behind the scenes is a big drug lord.
Bhutto sniffed, shrugged his shoulders, and pretended to be innocent: "Sorry, I don't think I did anything wrong!"
"Oh? Really?" Kunsha smiled coldly and walked slowly to Buto: "Do you really not remember? Do you need me to remind you?"
Buto was shocked by Kunsha's powerful aura and subconsciously took a step back.
Kunsha squinted his eyes and stared at Bhutto with a half-smile. This smile frightened Bhutto.
"I want to ask you, why did a batch of goods shipped to Paris at the end of last year disappear for no reason?" Kunsha asked coldly.
Bhutto's face looked a little unnatural, and he prevaricated: "Uh... maybe... maybe someone was robbed, right?"
"Of course he was robbed!" Kunsha suddenly laughed, with a deep chill in his smile: "Were you robbed?"
"Fart..." Bhutto originally wanted to scold "fart", but as soon as he uttered it, he felt it was inappropriate. He swallowed the curse word back in his stomach and argued: "Mr. Kunsha, you can't slander me."
, there is no proof, why do you say that I robbed that batch of goods?"
"No evidence?!" Kunsha sighed, shook his head, and asked: "Do you think I will have no evidence? Let me ask you one last question, did you rob that batch of goods privately? What is the value of that batch of goods?
Ten million euros, if you can transfer all the money to my account, maybe I will consider letting you live!"
Kunsha's words were loud and clear, and the expression on Bhutto's face became very ugly. It was true that he secretly sent people to steal the goods secretly. The goods were originally sold to him by Kunsha, but he wanted to "
In order to save the huge sum of 10 million euros, he came up with this trick of concealing the truth and using some tricks. Not only did he get a large amount of goods without spending a penny, he thought that this matter was well hidden, and he did not
I thought that Kunsha actually found out.
Bhutto bit his lip and still argued: "What if I say I haven't done it?"
"Okay!" Kunsha smiled coldly: "I have a recording here. Your brother told me personally. Do you want to play it for everyone to listen to?"
Bhutto's face turned pale. He shuddered and his body trembled slightly involuntarily. It was indeed he who arranged for his younger brother to take the lead in stealing drugs privately.
"He...what did he say? Why did he tell you?" Bhutto was shocked and angry. He was surprised why his brother would betray him.
"Hey! It's very simple!" Kunsha said: "I asked someone to rape his wife, which is your younger brother and sister. Your brother listened to his wife's sad and joyful screams, and he quickly did everything.
!Oh, by the way, it must be mentioned that your brother’s wife is so beautiful, and the hair down there is golden, it’s really unforgettable!”
"I'm going to fuck your mother!" Bhutto was furious. He knew that Kunsha would not let him go if the matter was revealed, so he roared angrily, struck first, and rushed towards Kunsha.
Kunsha seemed to have expected it, his feet slipped, he dodged sideways, and nimbly dodged away.
Butuo jumped away, roared, turned around and charged towards Kunsha again.
Kunsha flipped his wrist, a cold light flashed in his palm, and a jungle saber appeared in his hand.
This time, Kunsha did not dodge. Instead, he rushed forward. He grabbed Bhutto's collar with his left hand and pulled it hard in front of him. He held the knife in his right hand and pushed it forward. The sharp saber instantly stabbed into Bhutto's abdomen. Kunsha
Sha's eyes were cold, and he turned his wrist twice, then held the handle of the knife and stabbed in again. The blade of the knife completely submerged into Butu's stomach, leaving only the handle outside.
thump!
Bhutto clutched his stomach, with a look of pain on his face, and knelt at Kunsha's feet.
Bhutto's tall body was shaking violently, and blood was dripping down.
Kunsha stretched out his legs to wrap around Bhutto's neck. He twisted his waist and heard a crisp sound. He actually used his legs to break Bhutto's neck. Bhutto tilted his head and fell into a pool of blood, his face turned upside down.
At 180 degrees, his eyes were round and open, looking weird and terrifying.
