‘Iris’ is an underground armed force active in Latin America.
Theoretically, the nature of 'Iris' is similar to that of international mercenaries. However, the difference from mercenaries is that 'Iris' has a place under its own control.
So strictly speaking, it is okay to use warlords to describe 'Iris'. In addition, unlike other mercenaries, they will come wherever there is business, 'Iris' will basically not leave South America.
From arms, to drugs, and even subverting the political power of a small country, 'Iris' can provide its partners with very satisfactory results.
According to legend, the owner behind the 'Iris' seems to be an Oriental, but the original nationality of this Oriental is a mystery.
But regardless of whether they are of Oriental origin or not, it is no longer important to the forces looking for cooperation with the 'Iris' because the 'Iris' Legion has spent nearly thirty years attacking all the shady forces and parties in Latin America.
People have proven that there is nothing they can't do.
Of course, efficiency, guaranteed success, and good reputation also mean high costs. When hiring "Iris" or buying something from "Iris", you must also be prepared to bleed yourself.
Before coming to Boss Neymar, Joseph's boss had already told him carefully not to have any conflict with the people sent by 'Iris'. Even if the business was not concluded in the end, there should not be any unhappiness because of the good relationship with Neymar.
Just as the credibility of "Iris" is convincing, the horrific revenge of "Iris" is equally frightening.
Joseph's boss also spent a lot of money this time to invite Neymar to come forward and contact the people of 'Iris', so this meeting took place.
The actions of the boss of a district naturally attracted countless attention. Joseph's boss could not easily leave his territory. This boss had many enemies. He was afraid that once he left his territory, he would be subject to horrific attacks at any time. Let alone being able to
Meeting alive was a problem, so he sent his number one confidant, Joseph.
At this time, after a brief introduction, Joseph was greeted by Neymar and sat down next to Song Haoran. Before he could speak, Neymar got a few glasses of cahaa (a kind of sugar cane wine) and became active first.
Atmosphere.
"cahaa, haha, I like its sweetness." Song Haoran picked up the wine glass very leisurely at this time.
"Song, my good friend! Later I will ask someone to bring you a box of good-quality souvenirs!" Neymar burst out laughing. "But now, why not listen to what my other friend Joseph said?
"
"Of course, your friend is naturally my friend." Song Haoran looked at Joseph at this time and saluted him, "Mr. Joseph, I hope we can have a pleasant conversation in the future."
"I also hope to be your 'Iris' friend." Joseph smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, due to some special reasons, my boss cannot come in person."
Song Haoran said calmly: "We understand very well that it doesn't matter."
Naturally, the leaders of all forces need to do so in a safe environment. Whether they say they are afraid of death or to maintain the stability of one force, it is the same. Even the master behind 'Iris' will never show up easily.
"Mr. Song has become the staff consultant of 'Iris' at such a young age. It's really amazing." Joseph immediately praised him at this time.
It could be seen that he was very unaccustomed to saying such compliments, and his expression was somewhat unnatural. Song Haoran didn't mind, and said casually: "It's nothing special, in fact, I'm just a business person outside...
Well, Mr. Joseph, I heard from my friend Neymar that your boss is planning to buy a batch of good goods from us...I don’t know what you mean by good, specifically?"
"Enough to arm two hundred and fifty people, and according to the configuration of the regular army!" Joseph said directly.
Song Haoran glanced at Neymar with a dark expression, but Neymar, who was already old, had no ambitions, and was now semi-retired, frowned and subconsciously asked: "Armed two hundred and fifty people? Joseph,
This is not something you need for a small fight... What exactly does your boss want to do?"
"Boss Neymar, I came here this time just to discuss this deal." Joseph shook his head and said: "What our boss wants to do, he has his own plans. Even I can't know too much.
"
How strange!
Neymar sneered in his heart, but did not pursue the question further. The interests among the various slums are complicated.
Although the relationship between him and Joseph could not be said to be hostile, it could not be said to be an alliance. It could only be said that they had a good relationship. They were two neighboring territories, and they had to interact with each other on weekdays.
"Two hundred and fifty armed men is not a small number." Song Haoran played with a silver ring on his index finger at this time, looked at Joseph and said with a faint smile: "Mr. Joseph should know that this country has recently
Is it a lot stricter? Especially after the Olympic Games were just held here... Although some places have begun to relax, the resistance is much greater than before."
"Price is not an issue." Joseph said quite proudly: "Besides, I also believe in the ability of 'Iris'. Otherwise, 'Iris' would not have become a myth in Latin America."
Song Haoran was silent for a while and suddenly said: "Apart from this, I wonder if Mr. Joseph needs anything else?"
When Joseph heard this, his eyes suddenly became hot, and he licked his lips and asked directly: "Can I buy heavy firepower? For example... RPG?"
"We have a batch of pretty good Javelin missiles on hand recently, but the price cannot be cheap." Song Haoran thought for a while.
"Javelin missiles? What kind of goods? If they are British goods, we don't want them!" Joseph's eyes lit up.
"Of course it's American." Song Haoran smiled.
Joseph smiled grimly and said: "I told you, the price is not a problem! We can even use our products to return it, if you are willing!"
Song Haoran shook his head and said: "We also have samples of your goods over there, but the purity is not very good and there is no market. It is better to use cash. Besides, we only need US dollars or Euros. You should know that."
"Of course! So, in terms of price?" Joseph asked again.
Song Haoran said: "We will discuss the price later... Now please allow me to go to the bathroom. I think I may have drank too much water on the plane."
With that said, Song Haoran stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the bathroom in the room. Joseph frowned, and only after Song Haoran had entered the bathroom, he stared at Neymar and asked in a low voice: "
Boss Neymar, it seems that Mr. Song is not the person who can make decisions."
Neymar lowered his voice and said: "Believe me, my friend, Song is a person who can make decisions. Maybe he really just wants to go to the toilet."
How strange!
Joseph was silent, but he also knew that Neymar was an old and cunning person. Even if he received enough benefits, he would not necessarily go all out to help others. If his boss had no other choice, he would have to go to Neymar's side.
If he can establish a relationship with 'Iris', his boss will never approach Neymar.
Joseph drank the cahaa in the cup with some boredom.
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Caroline realized once again that men cannot simply look at appearance.
She hadn't even reached the point of excitement yet... This muscular man had already removed his armor and lay on his body, panting. He even asked some idiotic questions in a self-righteous manner, such as whether he was very strong and powerful.
However, considering the tip given by this man, she didn't mind having a frivolous exchange with this man, and she even thoughtfully cleaned the man's mouth after using the props he used to "carry out murders".
Many men liked this very much, and naturally, Caroline received a second tip from this man's kindness.
She kissed the man on the cheek very passionately, put on her clothes and left, planning to go back to the swimming pool to see if she could find another target.
The remuneration for a private venue is fixed, and of course it is much higher than a simple one- or two-time transaction. But it would be even more wonderful if you could earn more tips in the same period of time.
Otherwise, Livia would not have gone directly to the room with the two men.
Livia's highest record is being with four men at the same time...Caroline knows that Livia has a strange idea, that is, to become a porn star. But she seems to have slept with many so-called producers, but she has never found one.
Ways.
Coming out of the next room was Livia's battlefield. The door was ajar, and a slight crack could be seen. Caroline took a look through the crack in the door.
On the bed, Livia was lying on the bed, and a man behind her was thrusting hard and even slapping her buttocks. Livia, who was very good at reactions, naturally responded with a slutty moan.
She screamed, and at the same time very quickly used her mouth to serve another man standing beside the bed.
Livia seemed to have seen Caroline peeking through the crack of the door, so she blinked her eyes and conveyed a little message: I will be able to finish these two soon!
Caroline nodded and closed the door gently. She combed her hair with her fingers and suddenly frowned.
There was a spot at the end of her hair that was sticky, and Caroline showed an annoyed look. Naturally, the sticky stuff was from when the man just shot it very roughly into her face at the end.
The omission of a masterpiece.
Maybe I should clean it first when I go back to the pool.
There is no hostess in Mr. Neymar’s home. I heard that he has a wife and children, but his wife and children live elsewhere. This is basically where Mr. Neymar and several of his men live. As for parties like this
, in the open Gonggong area, guests can use it freely except that they cannot go to the upper floor of the villa.
Even if you want to go up, you should ask the two bodyguards guarding the upper stairs if they are willing.
Caroline glanced at the guy who was smoking in front of the stairs from afar, and gave a provocative look, which made the two bodyguards glare fiercely, and then walked directly into an empty room.
Although there was no one, the bed looked very messy. Apparently, men and women had fought here not long ago... But no one seemed to have used the bathroom.
Caroline secretly said lucky.
For some reason, she doesn't like to use the bathroom that has been used by others but hasn't been cleaned yet.
Carlo opened the bathroom curtains and planned to see if there was anyone peeping outside. In fact, she didn't care about being exposed. What she cared about was whether there was any reward after being exposed.
She is not in the habit of showing naked bodies to men for free.
There was a nice courtyard outside the bathroom. It was very quiet and comfortable. Carlo whistled and wondered if he should bring his next target here? Maybe doing things in the open air would make the other party feel more excited... Tips would also be appreciated.
More?
Thinking like this, Caroline felt as if someone was looking at her... She subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the upper floor opposite, and sure enough she saw someone looking towards the bathroom window here.
That man...Caroline was startled, but she recognized that the man standing in front of the window with his palm still on the glass was the man that Livia had told her before, Joseph, the confidant of the boss of the territory next door.
In fact, Caroline was not willing to do business with the top leaders of this kind of gang, and dealing with these guys also meant dealing with danger. She didn't want to have a group of guys suddenly break in while she was exercising with this man in bed.
Things like vendettas happen almost every day in this city.
The last resort to refuse is to close the curtains in your bathroom.
However, to Caroline's horror, Joseph showed a painful expression at this time and even slapped the glass crazily with his palms!
A small knife pierced Joseph's neck directly from the side, and blood immediately spattered directly on the glass window!
At the same time, Caroline also saw another face.
A man...like an Oriental?
Did he see me?
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Caroline was still trembling at this time, but it was more because she recalled the scene that happened a few hours ago. The tingling sensation caused by the beautiful maid in the club instilling thoughts into her had long since disappeared. Of course, for that feeling
, she also had lingering fears. Naturally, she did not dare to tease the owner of the club in front of her at this time, but she behaved much better.
There was also a lot of food in front of her, all delicious and delicious. It was the food brought out by the maid just now. But what kind of appetite did Caroline have at this time? She just stared at the owner of the club nervously.
She is just a weak sex worker in the slums, with no one to support her. If she dies on the street at any time, no one will collect her body. Once she leaves this mysterious shop, maybe she will be picked up by the man outside who is looking for her.
Capture her, and there is probably only one result waiting for her.
She knew very well that the only person who could save her at this time was this young man.
Boss Luo, who was good at listening, smiled slightly after listening to Carlo's account and said, "So, Miss Caroline saw the appearance of the murderer, right?"
Caroline panicked: "In fact, I couldn't see clearly at all...it was a bit far away, and there was blood on the glass at the time, so it was a bit blurry."
"It's really unfortunate." Luo Qiu smiled and said, "When something like this happens... So, what does Miss Caroline want to buy from us? Do you want us to protect you? Or help you solve this problem?
Things that make you safe? Or...something else?"
"Is everything... okay?" Caroline was panicked.
Boss Luo said calmly: "Of course you can. It doesn't matter what you want to buy...the key is that you have to think carefully about what you want."
"Then... let the murderer not cause trouble for me first! You know, a person like me would never want to get involved in this kind of trouble! I will never say anything!" Caroline thought.
