Chapter 957
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Cavaron, in Veneto's estate.
Veneto sat in a hand-made rattan chair, knocked his legs across, put a glass of red wine on the table in front of him, held a $7500 "Queen's cigar" in his hand, and puffed in his mouth.
This cigar sword goes sideways. The cigar is covered with gold foil and Swarovski crystal, which is traditionally regarded as a sign of local tyrant and lack of details.
For Veneto, money doesn't mean much to him. What he wants is Hao. It seems that people can understand the feeling of being a rich man.
Just as when he was on vacation with his daughter and son in the country villa last year, because of the cold weather, when the firewood in the house was burned, he took out stacks of dollars from the money box in his bedroom and threw them into the fireplace to burn money for warmth.
That night, he burned two million dollars.
As today, Veneto cares not only about the $3 billion in the public account, because the money in it is not his family, but also the money of the Japanese "Yakuza" organization, the Russian Mafia and the Colombian lendman group.
If calculated separately, Veneto did not lose much, only a mere $600 million. On the contrary, lundman group, the supplier, lost the most, and the final loss of coca alkali supplied by them was as high as $1.2 billion.
It was not this account that ignited Veneto's anger.
Three or two black Mercedes Benz G550 drove into the manor, stopped at the gate, and drove towards the courtyard after being checked by armed guards.
Veneto squinted at the cars through the smoke of his cigars.
The car stopped by the large fountain in the yard and jumped out of the car a young man in a fashionable Black Slim suit and a round hat.
This man is only in his thirties. He has fair skin and slender fingers. At first glance, he is the kind of guy who lives in dignity.
Beside him were some tall and strong bodyguards, each with tattoos on his arms and even on his forehead.
"Olexei!" Veneto stood up from the rattan chair, went down the steps with open arms and gave a face-to-face salute to the visitors. "I didn't expect you to come this time. It's hard to see you! I remember meeting you last time in St. Petersburg, right? It's been a year."
"Mr. Veneto, my brother asked me to tell you that he was too busy to come. Let me express his apology to you." Alexei looked polite and didn't look like the leader of the criminal organization at all.
Veneto put his hand across Alexei's waist, walked up the steps with him and said, "in fact, I know your brother is very busy. I heard that he and KGB have been unhappy recently, haven't they? It's said... It seems to be related to a peripheral organization of KGB. It's said that there's a lot of trouble in Stockholm."
"Well, to tell you the truth, it's true." Alexei still looked like he couldn't wake up. He said lazily, "if I were my brother, I wouldn't have to get involved in those intelligence organizations anyway. I advised him, but he wouldn't listen to me."
"You can't say that."
Veneto invited olexei to sit down in the rattan chair opposite him, and sat down opposite him.
"Your brother can send you here this time, which proves that he values you very much. You know, your brother has only two brothers. Vera Ivanovic has been killed before. Now he has only one close relative around him. Who else can you trust if you don't trust him?"
With that, Veneto opened the wooden box in front of him and handed a cigar to olexei.
"Try, good stuff."
Olexei looked at the "king of Denmark" cigar flashing gold foil and crystal under the light, smiled and took it.
"Mr. Veneto's cigars, of course, will not be inferior."
"I have something to discuss with you this time. I'm sorry. I estimate that your supply in September will be delayed for a while."
"Hmm?" Alexei stopped in the air with his cigar scissors. "Why?"
"Alas..." Veneto lay down in the rattan chair and continued to smoke his cigar. "I don't want this to happen. Recently, I took a batch of goods in the border area. I don't know what happened. It was intercepted by DEA. It's twenty tons! Twenty tons!"
He was a little excited, his hand kept waving, and the cigar between his fingers almost flew.
"Mr. Veneto, your channel has always been very secure. How could something happen this time?" olexei joked slightly: "is there another insider in you?"
"Impossible!" Veneto said proudly, "there will be no more traitors in my organization. Last time, I sent someone to peel off his skin and soak wine with his heart and liver. Now it is still in the wine storage cabinet in my hall. I don't think anyone will want to try this taste again."
There was a look of contempt in olexey's eyes, as if modern people were looking at uncivilized children.
"How was that batch of goods swept by DEA? Didn't you have official channels to provide you with information and guarantee in the past? Why are you so embarrassed?"
Veneto's face turned blue. Just about to say something, several more cars drove into the manor.
The man who got off the bus this time looked like a native of Mexico, because he was wearing a huge Mexican straw hat on his head, which looked a little funny when buckled on his head.
The man is short, but he looks strong, like a bison.
Looking at this man, Veneto didn't go up to shake hands or kiss each other like meeting olexey, but still lay in the rattan chair and looked at each other coldly.
"You can ask the cartel. He is responsible for transporting the goods," he told Alexei.
"Dear Mr. Veneto." cartel walked to the table and suddenly noticed that olexei was present. His eyes brightened and said, "God, rare guest! It turned out that Mr. olexei has also come!"
Olexei stood up, politely shook hands with the cartel and explained it programmatically: "my brother is not free for the time being, so I'll come on his behalf."
Then a convoy drove in.
This time there is a big man - Garcia, the boss of Colombia's famous lundman group.
"Garcia! My dear Garcia, my friend! My brother!"
We can tell from Veneto's warm tone that Garcia has a long history. What's more, half of the cocaine that happened on the border between the United States and Mexico is made in Colombia, that is, Garcia's goods.
"Veneto, you are so enthusiastic about me, why do I listen a little scared?" Garcia's mung bean sized eyes shot a cold light and swept around. His bodyguards almost surrounded him by half an iron bucket, only there was a gap in the front Veneto station.
They gave a warm hug and then came to the table to sit down.
At this time, the table is already very lively.
There are already four people, including Veneto.
A slim girl in a three-point style, a big straw hat and cowboy boots came up with a fruit plate and a large plate of Mexican beef and put it on the table.
"Veneto, you know me. I came here personally at a great risk, so I ask you to say something quickly. I'd better go back quickly. It's not safe for me outside. I came to Mexico through a special trip." Garcia was a little restless.
In Colombia, he is a wanted man on the list. Although the local government has nothing to do with him, many special forces of the anti drug department and even the field units of the anti drug department such as DEA in the United States are very interested in him.
"Wait, we need to wait for another person."
Veneto raised his hand and looked at his watch, frowning slightly.
"Our distinguished guests seem to be late..."
Before the voice fell, the lights lit up on the road in the distance.
Veneto picked up the first night vision telescope around him and looked at the light. There were several FJ Toyota SUVs coming here.
"Well -"
He put down his night vision goggles and turned to the crowd: "it seems that our distinguished guest has just arrived."
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Cavaron, in Veneto's estate.
Veneto sat in a hand-made rattan chair, knocked his legs across, put a glass of red wine on the table in front of him, held a $7500 "Queen's cigar" in his hand, and puffed in his mouth.
This cigar sword goes sideways. The cigar is covered with gold foil and Swarovski crystal, which is traditionally regarded as a sign of local tyrant and lack of details.
For Veneto, money doesn't mean much to him. What he wants is Hao. It seems that people can understand the feeling of being a rich man.
Just as when he was on vacation with his daughter and son in the country villa last year, because of the cold weather, when the firewood in the house was burned, he took out stacks of dollars from the money box in his bedroom and threw them into the fireplace to burn money for warmth.
That night, he burned two million dollars.
As today, Veneto cares not only about the $3 billion in the public account, because the money in it is not his family, but also the money of the Japanese "Yakuza" organization, the Russian Mafia and the Colombian lendman group.
If calculated separately, Veneto did not lose much, only a mere $600 million. On the contrary, lundman group, the supplier, lost the most, and the final loss of coca alkali supplied by them was as high as $1.2 billion.
It was not this account that ignited Veneto's anger.
Three or two black Mercedes Benz G550 drove into the manor, stopped at the gate, and drove towards the courtyard after being checked by armed guards.
Veneto squinted at the cars through the smoke of his cigars.
The car stopped by the large fountain in the yard and jumped out of the car a young man in a fashionable Black Slim suit and a round hat.
This man is only in his thirties. He has fair skin and slender fingers. At first glance, he is the kind of guy who lives in dignity.
Beside him were some tall and strong bodyguards, each with tattoos on his arms and even on his forehead.
"Olexei!" Veneto stood up from the rattan chair, went down the steps with open arms and gave a face-to-face salute to the visitors. "I didn't expect you to come this time. It's hard to see you! I remember meeting you last time in St. Petersburg, right? It's been a year."
"Mr. Veneto, my brother asked me to tell you that he was too busy to come. Let me express his apology to you." Alexei looked polite and didn't look like the leader of the criminal organization at all.
Veneto put his hand across Alexei's waist, walked up the steps with him and said, "in fact, I know your brother is very busy. I heard that he and KGB have been unhappy recently, haven't they? It's said... It seems to be related to a peripheral organization of KGB. It's said that there's a lot of trouble in Stockholm."
"Well, to tell you the truth, it's true." Alexei still looked like he couldn't wake up. He said lazily, "if I were my brother, I wouldn't have to get involved in those intelligence organizations anyway. I advised him, but he wouldn't listen to me."
"You can't say that."
Veneto invited olexei to sit down in the rattan chair opposite him, and sat down opposite him.
"Your brother can send you here this time, which proves that he values you very much. You know, your brother has only two brothers. Vera Ivanovic has been killed before. Now he has only one close relative around him. Who else can you trust if you don't trust him?"
With that, Veneto opened the wooden box in front of him and handed a cigar to olexei.
"Try, good stuff."
Olexei looked at the "king of Denmark" cigar flashing gold foil and crystal under the light, smiled and took it.
"Mr. Veneto's cigars, of course, will not be inferior."
"I have something to discuss with you this time. I'm sorry. I estimate that your supply in September will be delayed for a while."
"Hmm?" Alexei stopped in the air with his cigar scissors. "Why?"
"Alas..." Veneto lay down in the rattan chair and continued to smoke his cigar. "I don't want this to happen. Recently, I took a batch of goods in the border area. I don't know what happened. It was intercepted by DEA. It's twenty tons! Twenty tons!"
He was a little excited, his hand kept waving, and the cigar between his fingers almost flew.
"Mr. Veneto, your channel has always been very secure. How could something happen this time?" olexei joked slightly: "is there another insider in you?"
"Impossible!" Veneto said proudly, "there will be no more traitors in my organization. Last time, I sent someone to peel off his skin and soak wine with his heart and liver. Now it is still in the wine storage cabinet in my hall. I don't think anyone will want to try this taste again."
There was a look of contempt in olexey's eyes, as if modern people were looking at uncivilized children.
"How was that batch of goods swept by DEA? Didn't you have official channels to provide you with information and guarantee in the past? Why are you so embarrassed?"
Veneto's face turned blue. Just about to say something, several more cars drove into the manor.
The man who got off the bus this time looked like a native of Mexico, because he was wearing a huge Mexican straw hat on his head, which looked a little funny when buckled on his head.
The man is short, but he looks strong, like a bison.
Looking at this man, Veneto didn't go up to shake hands or kiss each other like meeting olexey, but still lay in the rattan chair and looked at each other coldly.
"You can ask the cartel. He is responsible for transporting the goods," he told Alexei.
"Dear Mr. Veneto." cartel walked to the table and suddenly noticed that olexei was present. His eyes brightened and said, "God, rare guest! It turned out that Mr. olexei has also come!"
Olexei stood up, politely shook hands with the cartel and explained it programmatically: "my brother is not free for the time being, so I'll come on his behalf."
Then a convoy drove in.
This time there is a big man - Garcia, the boss of Colombia's famous lundman group.
"Garcia! My dear Garcia, my friend! My brother!"
We can tell from Veneto's warm tone that Garcia has a long history. What's more, half of the cocaine that happened on the border between the United States and Mexico is made in Colombia, that is, Garcia's goods.
"Veneto, you are so enthusiastic about me, why do I listen a little scared?" Garcia's mung bean sized eyes shot a cold light and swept around. His bodyguards almost surrounded him by half an iron bucket, only there was a gap in the front Veneto station.
They gave a warm hug and then came to the table to sit down.
At this time, the table is already very lively.
There are already four people, including Veneto.
A slim girl in a three-point style, a big straw hat and cowboy boots came up with a fruit plate and a large plate of Mexican beef and put it on the table.
"Veneto, you know me. I came here personally at a great risk, so I ask you to say something quickly. I'd better go back quickly. It's not safe for me outside. I came to Mexico through a special trip." Garcia was a little restless.
In Colombia, he is a wanted man on the list. Although the local government has nothing to do with him, many special forces of the anti drug department and even the field units of the anti drug department such as DEA in the United States are very interested in him.
"Wait, we need to wait for another person."
Veneto raised his hand and looked at his watch, frowning slightly.
"Our distinguished guests seem to be late..."
Before the voice fell, the lights lit up on the road in the distance.
Veneto picked up the first night vision telescope around him and looked at the light. There were several FJ Toyota SUVs coming here.
"Well -"
He put down his night vision goggles and turned to the crowd: "it seems that our distinguished guest has just arrived."
Cavaron, in Veneto's estate.Veneto sat in a hand-made rattan chair, knocked his legs across, put a glass of red wine on the table in front of him, held a $7500 "Queen's cigar" in his hand, and puffed in his mouth.This cigar sword goes sideways. The cigar is covered with gold foil and Swarovski crystal, which is traditionally regarded as a sign of local tyrant and lack of details.For Veneto, money doesn't mean much to him. What he wants is Hao. It seems that people can understand the feeling of being a rich man.Just as when he was on vacation with his daughter and son in the country villa last year, because of the cold weather, when the firewood in the house was burned, he took out stacks of dollars from the money box in his bedroom and threw them into the fireplace to burn money for warmth.That night, he burned two million dollars.As today, Veneto cares not only about the $3 billion in the public account, because the money in it is not his family, but also the money of the Japanese "Yakuza" organization, the Russian Mafia and the Colombian lendman group.If calculated separately, Veneto did not lose much, only a mere $600 million. On the contrary, lundman group, the supplier, lost the most, and the final loss of coca alkali supplied by them was as high as $1.2 billion.It was not this account that ignited Veneto's anger.Three or two black Mercedes Benz G550 drove into the manor, stopped at the gate, and drove towards the courtyard after being checked by armed guards.Veneto squinted at the cars through the smoke of his cigars.The car stopped by the large fountain in the yard and jumped out of the car a young man in a fashionable Black Slim suit and a round hat.This man is only in his thirties. He has fair skin and slender fingers. At first glance, he is the kind of guy who lives in dignity.Beside him were some tall and strong bodyguards, each with tattoos on his arms and even on his forehead."Olexei!" Veneto stood up from the rattan chair, went down the steps with open arms and gave a face-to-face salute to the visitors. "I didn't expect you to come this time. It's hard to see you! I remember meeting you last time in St. Petersburg, right? It's been a year.""Mr. Veneto, my brother asked me to tell you that he was too busy to come. Let me express his apology to you." Alexei looked polite and didn't look like the leader of the criminal organization at all.Veneto put his hand across Alexei's waist, walked up the steps with him and said, "in fact, I know your brother is very busy. I heard that he and KGB have been unhappy recently, haven't they? It's said... It seems to be related to a peripheral organization of KGB. It's said that there's a lot of trouble in Stockholm.""Well, to tell you the truth, it's true." Alexei still looked like he couldn't wake up. He said lazily, "if I were my brother, I wouldn't have to get involved in those intelligence organizations anyway. I advised him, but he wouldn't listen to me.""You can't say that."Veneto invited olexei to sit down in the rattan chair opposite him, and sat down opposite him."Your brother can send you here this time, which proves that he values you very much. You know, your brother has only two brothers. Vera Ivanovic has been killed before. Now he has only one close relative around him. Who else can you trust if you don't trust him?"With that, Veneto opened the wooden box in front of him and handed a cigar to olexei."Try, good stuff."Olexei looked at the "king of Denmark" cigar flashing gold foil and crystal under the light, smiled and took it."Mr. Veneto's cigars, of course, will not be inferior.""I have something to discuss with you this time. I'm sorry. I estimate that your supply in September will be delayed for a while.""Hmm?" Alexei stopped in the air with his cigar scissors. "Why?""Alas..." Veneto lay down in the rattan chair and continued to smoke his cigar. "I don't want this to happen. Recently, I took a batch of goods in the border area. I don't know what happened. It was intercepted by DEA. It's twenty tons! Twenty tons!"He was a little excited, his hand kept waving, and the cigar between his fingers almost flew."Mr. Veneto, your channel has always been very secure. How could something happen this time?" olexei joked slightly: "is there another insider in you?""Impossible!" Veneto said proudly, "there will be no more traitors in my organization. Last time, I sent someone to peel off his skin and soak wine with his heart and liver. Now it is still in the wine storage cabinet in my hall. I don't think anyone will want to try this taste again."There was a look of contempt in olexey's eyes, as if modern people were looking at uncivilized children."How was that batch of goods swept by DEA? Didn't you have official channels to provide you with information and guarantee in the past? Why are you so embarrassed?"Veneto's face turned blue. Just about to say something, several more cars drove into the manor.The man who got off the bus this time looked like a native of Mexico, because he was wearing a huge Mexican straw hat on his head, which looked a little funny when buckled on his head.The man is short, but he looks strong, like a bison.Looking at this man, Veneto didn't go up to shake hands or kiss each other like meeting olexey, but still lay in the rattan chair and looked at each other coldly."You can ask the cartel. He is responsible for transporting the goods," he told Alexei."Dear Mr. Veneto." cartel walked to the table and suddenly noticed that olexei was present. His eyes brightened and said, "God, rare guest! It turned out that Mr. olexei has also come!"Olexei stood up, politely shook hands with the cartel and explained it programmatically: "my brother is not free for the time being, so I'll come on his behalf."Then a convoy drove in.This time there is a big man - Garcia, the boss of Colombia's famous lundman group."Garcia! My dear Garcia, my friend! My brother!"We can tell from Veneto's warm tone that Garcia has a long history. What's more, half of the cocaine that happened on the border between the United States and Mexico is made in Colombia, that is, Garcia's goods."Veneto, you are so enthusiastic about me, why do I listen a little scared?" Garcia's mung bean sized eyes shot a cold light and swept around. His bodyguards almost surrounded him by half an iron bucket, only there was a gap in the front Veneto station.They gave a warm hug and then came to the table to sit down.At this time, the table is already very lively.There are already four people, including Veneto.A slim girl in a three-point style, a big straw hat and cowboy boots came up with a fruit plate and a large plate of Mexican beef and put it on the table."Veneto, you know me. I came here personally at a great risk, so I ask you to say something quickly. I'd better go back quickly. It's not safe for me outside. I came to Mexico through a special trip." Garcia was a little restless.In Colombia, he is a wanted man on the list. Although the local government has nothing to do with him, many special forces of the anti drug department and even the field units of the anti drug department such as DEA in the United States are very interested in him."Wait, we need to wait for another person."Veneto raised his hand and looked at his watch, frowning slightly."Our distinguished guests seem to be late..."Before the voice fell, the lights lit up on the road in the distance.Veneto picked up the first night vision telescope around him and looked at the light. There were several FJ Toyota SUVs coming here."Well -"He put down his night vision goggles and turned to the crowd: "it seems that our distinguished guest has just arrived."
