The two tall, dark-skinned members of the Seta Group nodded, left behind Veneto, and turned into the manor house.
Soon, the two people left and came back, but this time, not two people, but three people came back together.
In the middle of the two SETA members, stood a blond man who looked to be in his forties. His hands seemed to be handcuffed behind his back, but his waist was still straight. Judging from his temperament, this man seemed to be a soldier.
"Mr. D!?" Garcia saw the person clearly and was startled.
He immediately turned to Veneto: "Are you crazy!?"
Mr. D, all the drug dealers who have met him only know him by this name.
Everyone in this business knows that this is not his real name, and no one uses his real name.
Mr. D is obviously just a pseudonym.
But there is another thing that everyone knows, Mr. D’s background is not simple.
Because Mr. D’s background is like the thick fog that begins to fill the woods while playing, making it difficult to see through.
The only thing that is certain is that he has such vast magical powers, deep background, and abilities that even big drug lords like Garcia, who do not take the local government forces in their eyes, are willing to surrender.
This is no joke.
The meaning of what Garcia said just now is here. He is unwilling to point out in front of everyone that Veneto is Mr. D’s agent and puppet in Central and South America.
This means that all drug transport channels and intelligence guarantees are provided by Mr. D. Mr. D can tell them when and where it is safest to transit, and he will forge some documents for them, which can even allow them to easily
The identities of various companies, civil organizations and even the military flow through the heavily patrolled U.S.-Mexico border.
This is something Garcia has never seen before.
In other words, Mr. D’s background may have been given by some big shots in the USA. In other words, Mr. D is just a puppet. There is a huge power structure behind him. Otherwise, why would the police and DEA do this every time?
Lost?
In recent years, the goods of several groups here have been supplied by the Seta Group in Veneto, and Veneto and Garcia are responsible for the supply channels.
It can be said that Veneto is a person that Mr. D holds in his arms. To put it bluntly, Veneto is just a dog raised by Mr. D.
Now, this dog bites its owner.
Veneto is crazy!?
This was the first thought that flashed through Garcia's mind.
"Mr. D, please sit down." Veneto glanced at the two men, who immediately unlocked Mr. D's handcuffs.
"I'm sorry to make you suffer this kind of injustice, but I can't help but guard against it. You are my noble person, my shield and my life-saving talisman. If it weren't for you..."
Venito looked around, with a strange smile on his face, and pointed to the sky.
"Maybe a plane will drop a bomb on my head."
"Veneto, do you think kidnapping me here will solve the problem?" Mr. D moved his wrist and looked at Veneto indifferently, with no fear in his eyes.
"Am I kidnapping you?" Veneto's eyes widened, exaggerated surprise crawled onto his face that was as pitted as the surface of the moon, "Are you being treated like a hostage when you are here with me?"
"If you put me in handcuffs and send a dozen people to watch me, doesn't that count as a hostage?" Dan George sneered.
Venito was stunned for a moment, then said: "Even so. But do you know why I want to do this?"
"Normal people can never guess what a madman is thinking, because I'm not crazy." Dan George's eyes were like two knives, gouging Veneto.
"You said you wanted the God of Wealth from Black Sun to come over and transfer the compensation to me personally. That's what you said, but I haven't seen the God of Wealth come to my place these days. It seems that your order doesn't work.
Yes." Veneto's words were full of profound meaning.
Dan George said: "Yes, the God of Wealth will not come over, and Fan Tianlong will not let him come over. I miscalculated on this point, but you kidnapped me here, and now it seems that you have miscalculated even more."
Having said this, Dan stretched his head forward and looked at Veneto like a beast approaching its prey: "You tie me here, don't you know what the consequences will be?"
"Of course I know!" Veneto suddenly threw down his knife and fork, stood up and said loudly: "Others don't know your details, but I know it! Don't use your identity as a CIA agent to pressure me, Veneto is not afraid of you bureaucrats!
"
He slowly walked around the table, came close to Dan George, put his head down, and was close to the other person's ear.
"Do you think I only care about those billions? Only a few hundred million of them are mine, and the rest belong to these people here. As long as they don't feel bad, I, Veneto, won't feel bad either!"
Having said this, he straightened up.
"But what I want is cooperation between us in the future. It seems that the rules need to be changed."
"What do you mean?" Dan's eyes narrowed like snake eyes.
"A few years ago, you were the one who asked Black Sun to join our shipping network in the Americas. I did it because you could provide us with accurate information, and because you could allow our goods to be sold unimpeded.
North America and Europe, but now it seems that you yourself violated the agreement between us first."
Venito cleared his throat, picked up his wine glass from the table, and said while drinking: "You and Hei Ri will take 30% of the profits of all the goods we sell, 30%! Do you know what this concept is? We can only
I will take 70%. I will also give part of the 70% to the local police in Mexico. Only 50% of the profit is actually in my hands. I am spending money to buy Ping An, yes, I can accept this, but what about Ping An?
?”
Dan George licked his lips and said firmly: "Just because of a cargo accident, can you deny the special channels and help we provided you before? Without us, you can transport things to North America so smoothly? Ship to
Europe? Your Zeta group was just a small local gang a few years ago. Who helped you become the largest leader? Don’t forget, in Mexico, there were dozens of gangs, big and small, and the leaders were either dead or imprisoned.
Do you think it was you who set them off? Childish!"
Finally, Dan George raised his head, stared into Veneto's eyes without giving in, and said: "Don't forget, what went wrong this time was not only due to our intelligence omissions that were exploited by the DEA, but also your people also made mistakes. Twenty
Tons of goods are transported across the border without knowing whether it is safe. Are you stupid? You don’t know how to separate batches? You don’t know how to put bait and test!? What kind of drug dealers are you? You can sell Mexican tacos.
You starve to death!”
Venito's eyes became colder and colder as he listened to Dan George's endless criticism.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of water falling from the fountain into the pool.
Veneto slowly walked to his seat and grabbed the meat cleaver in the basin.
Everyone's hearts were lifted.
Garcia felt as if his throat had turned into a desert.
"Veneto, don't mess around! He's from the CIA!" (To be continued)