Veneto was sitting in an exquisitely handmade wicker chair, slapping his legs, with a glass of red wine on the table in front of him, a "Queen Cigar" worth $7,500 in his hand, and speaking in his mouth.
Swallowing clouds and puffing out mist.
This kind of cigar is eccentric. The cigar is covered with gold foil and Swarovski crystals. This is traditionally regarded as a sign of rich people and lack of background.
For Veneto, money doesn't mean much to him. What he wants is wealth, and his appearance can make people understand that he is a rich man.
Just like when he was on vacation with his daughter and son at a country house last year, because of the cold weather, after the firewood in the house was burned out, he took out stacks of U.S. dollars from the cash box in the bedroom and threw them into the fireplace to burn the bills to keep warm.
That night, he burned two million dollars.
Just like today, what Veneto cares about is not only the billion US dollars in the public account, because the money in it does not belong to his family, but also the money from the Japanese "Yakuza" organization, Russian Mafia, and Colombian Lundeman
the group’s funds.
If calculated separately, Veneto did not lose much at all, only 600 million U.S. dollars. On the contrary, the supplier Lundemann Group suffered the largest loss. The final loss of the batch of cocaine supplied by them was as high as 100 million U.S. dollars.
It was not this account that aroused Veneto's anger.
Three ounces of black Mercedes-Benz G550 drove into the manor, stopped at the gate, and after being inspected by armed guards, drove towards the courtyard.
Veneto squinted his eyes through the cigar smoke and stared at the cars.
The car stopped next to the large fountain in the yard, and a young man wearing a stylish black slim-fitting suit and a round hat jumped out of the car.
Judging from his age, this man is only in his thirties, with fair skin and slender fingers. At first glance, he looks like a pampered guy.
The bodyguards who appeared next to him were tall and as strong as bulls. Each of them had tattoos on their arms, even on their foreheads.
"Olexi!" Venito stood up from the wicker chair, walked down the steps with open arms, and saluted the visitor, "I didn't expect you to come this time. It's rare to see you! Last time
We met, I remember it was in St. Petersburg, right? It’s been a year.”
"Mr. Veneto, my brother asked me to tell you that I am very sorry to tell you that he was too busy with his affairs and was unable to come. Let me express his apology to you." Oleksei looked at him.
He is polite and polite, and does not look like the leader of a criminal organization at all.
Venito put his hand on Oleksey's waist and walked up the steps with him. As he walked, he said: "Actually, I also know that your brother is very busy. I heard that he and the KGB have been unhappy recently, right?
?It is said that... it seems to be related to a peripheral organization of the KGB. It is said that there was a huge commotion in Stockholm."
"Well, to be honest with you, it is indeed the case." Alexei still looked cold and sleepy, and said lazily: "If I were my brother, I would never run out of money anyway, so there would be no need to get involved.
I tried to persuade him about the intelligence organization matters, but he wouldn't listen to me."
"You can't say that."
Venito invited Alexei to sit in the wicker chair opposite him, and then sat down opposite him.
"Your brother's ability to send you here this time proves that he values you very much. You must know that your brother only has two younger brothers. Vera Ivanovich was unfortunately killed before, and now you are the only close relative around him.
If you don’t trust who can you trust?”
After speaking, Veneto opened the wooden box in front of him and handed a cigar to Alexey.
"Try it, it's a good product."
Oleksei looked at the "King of Denmark" cigar with gold foil and crystal sparkle flashing under the light, and took it with a smile.
"Mr. Veneto's cigars will certainly not be defective."
"I have something to discuss with you this time. I'm sorry, but I estimate that your supply in September will be temporarily delayed."
"Huh?" Alexey's hand holding the cigar cutter stopped in the air, "Why is that?"
"Alas..." Veneto lay down in the wicker chair and continued to smoke his cigar, while saying: "I don't want this to happen. I was carrying a batch of goods in the border area recently, and I didn't know what happened.
DEA intercepted it, a total of twenty tons! Twenty tons!"
He was a little excited as he spoke, waving his hands constantly, and the cigar between his fingers almost flew up.
"Mr. Veneto, your channels have always been very secure, so why did something happen this time?" Alexei said with a hint of ridicule in his tone: "Is there another mole within you?"
"Impossible!" Veneto said proudly: "There will never be another traitor in my organization. Last time, I sent people to skin the traitor alive and used his heart and liver to make wine. Now he is still in my care."
In the wine cabinet in the hall, I don’t think anyone will want to try this taste again.”
There was a look of contempt in Oleksei's eyes, as if a modern person looked at an uncivilized creature.
"How did that batch of goods get caught by the DEA? Didn't you have official channels to provide you with intelligence and guarantees in the past? Why are you in such a mess?"
Veneto's face turned livid, and just as he was about to say something, several more cars drove into the manor.
The person who got off the bus this time looked like a local Mexican, because he was wearing a huge Mexican straw hat on his head, which naturally looked a little funny when placed on his head.
This man is short in stature, but looks very strong, like a bison.
Looking at this man, Veneto did not go up to shake hands or kiss him as he did to welcome Alexei. He just continued to lie in the wicker chair and looked at him coldly.
"You can ask the cartel, he is responsible for transporting the goods," he said to Oleksey.
"Dear Mr. Veneto." Cattell walked to the table and suddenly noticed that Oleksey was present. His eyes lit up and he said: "Oh my God, what a rare guest! It turns out that Mr. Oleksey is here too!"
Oleksey stood up, shook hands with Cartel politely, and explained in a procedural way: "My brother is temporarily unavailable, so I came here on his behalf."
Then, another convoy drove in.
This time a big shot appeared - Garcia, the famous Colombian Lundeman Group boss.
"Garcia! My dear Garcia, my friend! My brother!"
It can be heard from Veneto's enthusiastic tone that Garcia has a good background. What's more important is that half of the cocaine that happened at the US-Mexico border was produced in Colombia, that is, Garcia's hand.
The goods inside.
"Veneto, you are so enthusiastic to me, why do I sound a little scared?" Garcia's green bean-sized eyes shot out a cold light, and he glanced around. His bodyguards almost surrounded him for half of the iron barrel, leaving only Veneto in front of him.
There is still a little gap in the standing area.
The two gave a warm hug and then sat down at the table.
At this time, the table was already very lively.
Including Veneto, there were already four people.
A slim girl wearing a three-point dress, a big straw hat and cowboy boots brought a fruit plate and a large plate of Mexican beef and placed them on the table.
"Veneto, you know me. I took a big risk and came here in person, so I ask you to tell me if you have anything to do. I'd better go back quickly. It's not safe for me outside. I went there through a special
I just came to Mexico." Garcia was a little restless.
In Colombia, he is a wanted criminal on the list. Although the local government has nothing to do with him, many special forces of the anti-drug department and even field teams of the anti-drug department such as the US DEA are very interested in him.
"Wait, we still need to wait for one more person."
Venito raised his hand and looked at his watch, frowning slightly.
"Our distinguished guest seems to be late..."
Before he finished speaking, another light came on on the road in the distance.
Veneto casually picked up the first night vision binoculars around him and looked towards the light. He saw several FJ Toyota off-road vehicles coming towards here.
"Well——"
He put down his night vision goggles, turned around and said to everyone: "It seems that our distinguished guest has just arrived." (To be continued)