Chapter 437 "Young man, you are probably hungry."

Chapter 437 "Young man, you are probably hungry."

Georgia slowly opened her eyes.

The smell of disinfectant hit my nose.

After his pupils shrank and adjusted, he saw people standing beside the bed.

"Boss is awake, Boss is awake." A bald man shouted excitedly, leaned over and asked nervously, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Georgia stretched out her hand and pushed his face away, "You have a bad mouth..."

The bald man was embarrassed for a while, but then he quickly shouted, "Where is the doctor? Where did the doctor die?"

The doctor rushed in after a while. After looking at the instrument carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Giorgia is fine."

The Gulf Group cadres present breathed a sigh of relief.

Georgia can't die. Their wealth and lives are tied together, and they will both prosper and suffer.

"Boss, who did this? I'm going to kill them right away!" Baldhead asked angrily.

He is the steward of the Gulf Group's Asia side and is also the adopted son of Abrego. He grew up with Giorgia and had a close relationship. This is why when the latter fainted, he did not call the police but the designated personnel.

"I don't know, but those people were well-trained. The Burmese guy and I, along with a dozen bodyguards, were all killed."

Georgia covered her head, "It's not like a temporary resolution, but a premeditated assassination."

The bald man and the others looked at each other, and a sudden name popped into their heads.

“Boss, could it be Arturo Desena’s son of a bitch who did this!”

"If you die...what good will it do? That guy will be able to take over all the power, and no one will be able to compete with him in the southern government."

"Moreover, our coming to Thailand is very confidential. Not many people know about it. This is definitely an internal problem within us."

The bald man hit the table next to him with a hammer and said with great certainty, "It was him who did it. He has long been unhappy with our Gulf Group. Last time he asked us to give 10% of our share to other organizations. He is just afraid of our family." Duda, play against him.”

"Boss, give me the order. I will take my brothers and fight with him!"

Georgia frowned tightly. He was an arrogant person, but he was not a fool. His eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes. "Say hello to all the brothers in the country. Please calm down. I'm not dead yet. Don't be used by people with malicious intentions." ”

"When I go back, this matter won't be over!"

"Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill him with all his head!"

As the eldest son of Abrego, he is much older than his two younger brothers. When he was born, the Gulf Group was still making a fortune from smuggling electrical appliances, and he started to make a fortune at a very young age.

There are still gunshot marks on the buttocks, but things got better when the two younger brothers came out.

His "prince" was made with a real sword and a real gun, and all the elders from top to bottom obeyed him.

Arturo Desena, if you didn't kill me, you can only say that God and the Goddess of Victory are on my side!

"Okay." Baldhead responded.

"Where are the brothers and sisters who saved my life?" Georgia suddenly asked.

"Just outside."

"Call them in."

The younger brother hurriedly ran out and said in a low voice with his bald head, "Boss, those two brothers and sisters are the vegetable sellers. Let's just give them some money to fight."

Georgia glanced at him, and the other person was startled, then slapped him with such force that his lips were smashed, "I talk a lot, I have a mean mouth."

"Stop it. We are brothers and have grown up together. There is no need for this, but Norris, my life is not that cheap."

Soon, the two siblings were brought in by the younger brother, still wearing the same clothes. The girl nervously grabbed her brother's clothes. Georgia saw that her pants were still stained with blood from her own injury, and her eyes softened, " Thank you.”

"What do you want? Money? Or power? As long as I can do it, I can promise you!"

"No, no, no, no need... none of us want it. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. That's right." The elder brother waved his hand and tried his best to smile.

My sister also nodded beside me.

"Do you know who I am?" Georgia stared at them, and the bald Norris Fitzgerald also squinted at them.

A group of big and powerful people looked at it, and the younger sister was so frightened that she cried, and her tears fell down.

"You...what are you going to do? We don't want anything. Just let...let us go. Sir, we are just vegetable sellers." The brother stood in front of his sister and said tremblingly.

Giorgia lay back and said, "Then follow me back to Mexico. In Thailand you are just the bottom class, but come with me and I will make you the superiors. How much money can you make selling vegetables? You are useless!"

"Do you want your sister to be a vegetable seller forever? It's not an easy life."

"What about you? Do you just want to grovel in this ungrateful place for the rest of your life? Follow me, and you will have whatever you want."

The elder brother had a look of confusion on his face.

"I want to study, is that okay?" my sister asked boldly.

"Reading?"

The drug dealers in the room were stunned, we took you to commit crimes, you want to study? !

Jane, are you kidding me?

But Georgia caught the woman's eye and smiled, "No problem, I'll let the best teacher in the world be your tutor. What do you want to do in the future?"

"I want... to be a writer."

"Then I'll buy you a Nobel Prize for Literature."

? ?

"You...why did you agree to us like this? We just saved you." My brother couldn't help but ask.

"Smooth?"

Georgia crossed her hands and raised her eyelids, "My life is not that cheap."

"What's your name?"

"Basong·Chalumphong."

"Mother praises the West."

"Follow me, you won't regret it."

Golf course in the National Palace, Mexico City.

Victor was wearing a hat, his body was a little stiff, and he was wearing sunglasses. He was holding his breath and holding a pole in his hand. He gently pushed the ball and slowly rolled it into the hole.

Bang bang bang…

Casare, who was wearing a hat next to him, clapped his hands and said, "Boss, your skills have improved so quickly that you will be able to play in the professional league soon."

Victor handed the club to the caddy, "My skill? It's like drug dealers selling sugar - blind Jill. I don't know how I scored the goal. It was all about luck."

The two laughed and walked back to the rest area.

The waiter prepared drinks and warm long-sleeved clothes.

"But I still like fishing. I am a country boy and a poor guy from the countryside. I am not used to fishing like this."

Playing golf is actually about integrating into this circle.

But I don’t know when this sport was dubbed “gentleman” and “high-end”. So masturbation is still an ancestral craft. However, Victor doesn't need to look at other people's eyes. At his status, what he likes is called high-end. I heard that he likes fishing, and many people learn to fish.

This is called up and down.

Therefore, it is very difficult for someone in his position to have a hobby.

Casare smiled and nodded, "Boss, when we were in prison, we liked to play football, but we are much happier than now."

"When I open my eyes now, it's work. Today this state is asking for financial support, and tomorrow that state is asking for subsidies. My head is getting bigger every day."

While talking, Jeff Bennett ran over from a distance.

Victor joked, "I'm not much better. When I retire, I have to find a more stable place."

"General, intelligence information from Thailand."

The Director of Mexico's Counterintelligence Agency gasped, "Our personnel have already made contact with Giorgia and successfully penetrated him. They will lurk around him as planned."

"Well done, seal their files. No one is allowed to access their information without your and my orders."

"Yes!"

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"Boss, why don't you kill Georgia? By killing him, we can boost the morale of the military. The Gulf Group will also be leaderless, which will also be a blow to the southern regime."

"Jeff, tell Casare," Victor said with a smile.

Jeff Bennett nodded, "Two days before the operation, we instigated a cousin of Endrik Vinicius, the "Deputy Minister of Defense" and "Minister of Foreign Affairs" of the southern government, who was a kind of confidant. ”

"He told us that his cousin once asked him to write a letter to the United Nations Anti-drug Agency, and that contained the whereabouts of Giorgia. According to what he told us, Endrick and Arturo planned to use our hands to fight. Get rid of Giorgia and completely rule the regime."

"But he also said that his cousin actually looked down on Arturo and wanted to make himself king. If Giorgia died in Thailand, then there would be rumors in the Yucatan Peninsula that Arturo killed Giorgia. , let them fight with each other, and they will benefit from it.”

Casare frowned and smiled bitterly, "Wait a minute, my head doesn't work very well. I'm going to faint from going around here and there."

"They are not monolithic. After some internal discussion within the General Counterintelligence Bureau, they felt that it would be best to let Giorgia go back alive. By then, he and Arturo will definitely not be able to coexist. If internal strife can be launched on a large scale, it will be very important for us to regain the south. , it’s just around the corner.”

"Then inserting someone inside him means..."

Victor interrupted at this time, "When you have time, you can read the book "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". I have to say that China is a very great country with rich historical heritage. You can see many strategies in it. Use it now.”

"Although those two people saved Giorgia, it is completely impossible for them to get into the top management. Because of Ethan Hunter, the Cali Group is now very strict about their high-level background checks."

"But if you find his shortcomings, it's very simple."

Victor looked at Jeff Bennett, and Mr. Director hurriedly took over the words, "The psychological working team in the Intelligence Agency has followed and studied him for more than 7 months and found that he is very smart, but this person is extremely conceited and lacks family care since he was a child. .”

"His father Abrego only cared about smuggling and making money. His mother and sister who were born at the same time as him were shot to death by enemies. This resulted in him living in a lonely and helpless environment since he was a child. This kind of person , is called "maternal love-deficient personality" in psychology. ”

"What would you do if there was a woman who cared about you every day, cooked for you, even cared about your daily life, and even took care of your daily life?"

Casare frowned, "Dependent?"

"Maybe he will be very dissatisfied or uncomfortable at first, but if you open up his heart, he will be very dependent on you."

Oh~

Fishing Kaizi!

All that said, I just want to win over Georgia.

"Then how to ensure that our people can...enter his heart?"

Jeff Bennett shrugged, "Then we need professional people to do the work. We set up a "Love Section" in the General Counterintelligence Bureau and hired more than 20 people to assist, including love experts, and talkers. Men who have had sex more than 20 times, and women who keep changing boyfriends, we also plan to transfer Ethan Hunter to be a special consultant.”

Oh, as long as that scumbag is here, there will basically be no problem.

The intelligence services are simply a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Ethan Hunt is simply a master of artillery. It is said that he is still traveling around the world with his widow of the Kennedy family, and is about to meet her parents...

There is no way, who can say that someone is eloquent, handsome, and has good kung fu?

But then I thought about it, and it was terrifying to think about the fact that there was someone plotting against me, and there was a group of people behind him making suggestions for him.

Doesn’t this look like a later socialite?

In order to marry into a rich family, a bunch of people lie for you.

Human beings are the scariest thing.

"After we have arranged for the people in the past to win Georgia's heart completely, what will happen to you if someone competes for her love at this time, or even makes it into a cooked meal?"

"Beauty trap?" Casare raised an eyebrow.

Jeff Bennett nodded, "A man's desire to control women, especially the women he has slept with, is simply outrageous. Killings for love are common..."

"What if Arturo De Sena doesn't do this?"

"His father is still here, but he was a perverted man. Using Arturo's name, he raped many people and forced women from good families. If he had a husband, he sent people to beat his husband to death directly. If you see something good-looking on the street, you will grab it.”

"His father is just an ordinary drug dealer. He can rise to the top in one step, but he doesn't have the endurance."

Casare suddenly realized...

Good guy, this is not a beauty trap for yourself, but for your father?

Ask yourself, don’t you know whether your father is a pervert or not?

If this scene really happens, will Arturo hand over his father to Giorgia?

Absolutely impossible!

Coupled with the trigger of this "assassination", how can you bear it?

So what do your little brothers think of you?

They will definitely be killed until the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

Kasare's face was a little stiff. MD, those who do intelligence work are really ruthless, using such dirty methods, but he doesn't reject it, just don't do it to me anyway.

"Of course it would be best if we can fight without bloodshed. By increasing the success rate of going south, we can reduce some unnecessary casualties. I hope that my soldiers can be brought out by me and can go back safely."

Victor stood up and said.

Casare and others remained silent.

"Let's go, it's lunch break time, go back to work."

A group of people followed him, and Casare suddenly approached Jeff Bennett and asked, "How did you bribe Endrick's cousin? He shouldn't care about money, right?"

The clown had a weird smile on his face.

"Endrick's mom was having an affair with this cousin, and we got the photos."

Casare:? ? ? ? Crows flew over my head.

"How fucking old?"

"67 years old."

"Where's my cousin?"

"23 years old."

This time, Casare was really silenced. Even a well-read man could not say anything at this time, let alone him?

In the end I could only laugh.

"Young people, they are probably hungry."

After a pause, he emphasized: "I'm hungry."

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(End of chapter)