Chapter 5: What can you do to make your first pot of gold?
"Good night, Victor."
"Wish you sweet dreams, Casare."
The two said goodbye to each other, and Victor walked into the dormitory and closed the door within a few seconds. , the wooden door opened a gap.
One eye was fixed on Casare's back. After seeing him walk into his dormitory, the wooden door slowly closed.
Victor turned on the light, and the dormitory was clearly visible.
About 15 square meters, a bed, a bathroom and a table.
You can see spiders forming webs on the walls.
There is a smell of decay in the air.
Mexican police are treated very poorly. It would be nice to have a place for you to live. What more bicycles do you need?
Victor opened the toilet seat, peed, and stood in front of the sink and rinsed his hands. As a man, who would wash his hands without peeing on them?
Raised his head and looked at the face reflected in the glass, his eyes were a little scarlet, just like the gangster in the TV series who was red-eyed after killing.
Took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, held it in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it a few times, but it was obvious that the 1 peso lighter was not very cooperative. Victor shook it hard, and there was a snap. A small flame ignited.
“Come with me.”
He touched the cigarette nervously to the “person” in the mirror, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and the “person” in the mirror also synchronized.
Haggis Baird's death gave him a sigh of relief.
Because you find that there are fewer malicious eyes around you, and your life is no longer so treading on thin ice.
Next...
Webster Ashburn!
He has many advantages, but he has one disadvantage: he is petty. Do you want to kill me? What else should I beeping with you for?
But after all, he is a prison warden, not a beggar on the streets of Mexico City. He is considered a high-level person. The forces behind him are complicated. If you want to kill him, you have to plan carefully.
One mistake and everything will be lost.
Lying on the wooden bed, it creaked under my weight.
Victor is thinking about the next way.
Kill Haggis and Mir by yourself. The Baird family behind him will definitely not give up. The crime family can stand firm and stand out because of its lawlessness. Revenge is just around the corner.
The only consolation was that this was Mexico City, and Chihuahua wasn't that close.
You have to work hard to make money!
Even decades later, those will-o'-the-wisp teenagers will all know that if you accept a rich man as your eldest brother, as long as you treat them to a cup of milk tea, you can take the energetic girl home at night.
Mexican drug dealers and gangs recruit people openly and openly. Most of them only get a small salary and a commission from the goods they handle.
The bottom class Ma Chai is not as good as a dog.
"The first pot of gold."
Victor frowned and thought about it carefully.
Drug trafficking - there is too much competition, too many stains, and the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration is keeping a close eye on it.
Kidnapping - little profit, slow money coming in, too many poor people in Mexico, and too much security for the rich.
Human trafficking?
Victor hesitated, should he sell the African black man to France?
Now people no longer need to grow cotton.
Moreover, most human trafficking is for prostitution, slave performances, human anatomy, etc. Unless you do this kind of business on a large scale, you can't make money on a small scale.
Gao Mou analyzed the gains and losses in a really serious way.
What is the most profitable thing in the world?
In addition to finance and the Internet, it should be arms, drug trafficking and smuggling.
During the U.S. Prohibition period, the predecessor of the Gulf Group made its fortune by smuggling alcohol to the United States. Later, when the Prohibition was lifted in 1933, drugs were smuggled.
Compared to these, arms trafficking appears to be very "low-key".
It’s not that criminals in Mexico or Colombia don’t want to do it, but this thing requires investment. Wherever you open a plantation like marijuana, there are many people who can do it, and the money comes very quickly.
What costs one dollar in Mexico will cost at least five times when shipped to the United States.
The most important thing is, do you make weapons and sell them in the United States?
Isn’t this just taking the coal from Datong to Inner Mongolia and selling it?
The profit from arms is prohibitive even for drugs. You only need to understand that the real money cannot be made by individuals. The most profitable things are sold at the national level.
Criminal law is nothing more than a disguised monopoly at the elite level.
Arms? !
Victor's eyes lit up instantly. Apart from his younger brother, the Mexican drug traffickers consumed their weapons the fastest, and he could just use his points to exchange for weapons.
He blinked, and simple data appeared in front of him.
Points: 2160!
Haggis has 300 points, and Mil. Baird has 900. Minus the points that can be exchanged for two grenades, it is exactly this number.
2160 points can buy 108 anti-1 (F-1) grenades.
It’s not expensive for me to sell the rags from World War II for $10.
The total is 1080 US dollars.
Shit, it’s not a good deal at all. Victor flipped through the panel again, which humanely marked what could be redeemed.
The Carl Gustav 45 submachine gun produced by the authentic Swedish factory - 70 points.
Czech original mark CZ25 submachine gun - 120 points.
Kalashnikov 1974 (AK-74) assault rifle produced by Izmash Company - 150 points.
The price is cheap, one Haggis can buy two AKs.
The international selling price of AK is about 300~800 US dollars. Of course, it is a regular original factory. Of course you cannot say that it is a fake made in Dala Village, a suburb of Afghanistan.
The AK47 is cost-effective and is the favorite of drug dealers, overwhelming the military and police departments.
2160 points can be exchanged for 14 pieces. Even if I sell each piece for 200 US dollars, I still get 2800 US dollars, which is no more than what I earn from selling grenades.
$2,800 is nearly two years’ salary.
Victor’s eyes turned red after doing this.
People who have been really poor will really turn red when they see money.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and calmed down.
In this business, you can't go to just find someone on the street and ask him if he wants it. You will definitely be hacked.
You have to put some skin on yourself.
The best thing is to wear a tiger skin to strengthen your courage.
Then you have to take advantage of your job and find a better "backer" in the Third Ward.
Those who pursue an official career must find someone to support them.
Otherwise, you won’t be able to go far.
Although he was very anxious, he also knew that he could not eat hot tofu in a hurry. He had set his goal and what he wanted to do now was to sleep.
But when I close my eyes, all I can think about is how to make a fortune.
Tossing and turning, no sleep at all.
It wasn’t until almost early in the morning that I fell asleep with my eyes fluttering.
...
Just after going to work in the morning, Casare heard "shattering news" in the prison cafeteria.
"Haggis is dead!" the colleague at the table next to him said "whispering" But still strangely attracted the attention of everyone around him.
“Real or fake? It’s impossible.” The colleague who was chatting with him asked in surprise.
“Really, when I went to the warden’s office to submit documents in the morning, I heard someone on the phone inside, so I mentioned it, and what happened at the night market last night, I also contacted friends outside. , they said that the bodies of Haggis and Mil Baird were carried to the Sinaloa Group. It is said that Guzman gave them 150,000 pesos. "
This number caused the prison guard to exclaim.
150,000 pesos, equivalent to 75,000 US dollars, what the hell...
Do you know what this means?
Some people shook their heads pretending to be pity, "I didn't expect Haggis to be dead too. Although he is a bit proud, he is still good."
Of course, some people are unhappy with him. He made a few sarcastic remarks, but was soon pulled away by a companion with whom he had a good relationship. He had a family behind him, so he couldn't explain it.
Casare ate the potatoes, but they were tasteless. He couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.
I didn’t expect that it was Haggis who died!
This made him even more suspicious of Victor's whereabouts yesterday.
A pair of hands suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, which startled him so much that the spoon in his hand fell to the ground.
"Huh? What are you thinking about? So scared."
The visitor picked up the spoon from the floor, put it on the table, walked across from him, smiled and said, "Miss a woman?"
Looking at that familiar face, Casare put the spoon in his mouth. The mashed potato swallowed it, and then forced a smile, "No... no, it's just that when you filmed it, I thought of a horror movie."
Victor picked up the potatoes from the opponent's plate unceremoniously. , broke it open and stuffed it into his mouth, "It tastes good. It seems that Uncle Sals is in a good mood today."
Casare laughed awkwardly, lowered his head to take a sip of soup, raised his eyes, and looked Looking at Victor who was calm in front of him, he hesitated, but he still said, "Victor, Haggis is dead."
"Oh? That's a pity, but God bless him." Victor said casually, without saying anything. No surprise.
"Aren't you curious about how he died?" Casare licked his dry lips and asked urgently.
Victor glanced at him, "Man, it's disrespectful to ask and pay too much attention to the way the deceased died. Do you think Jesus would like others to discuss his crucifixion?"
I don’t know what the imagination of those priests in the Middle Ages was like.
You use a cross as your LOGO, how can God bless you?
Isn’t this like telling you in your ear, hey, man, you are so cool in your death.
It’s amazing that God can bless you.
Seeing Victor like this, Casare looked left and right, leaned forward, with anxiety in his eyebrows, lowered his voice and asked, "Haggis's death has nothing to do with you?"< br>
The smile on Victor's face gradually faded until it disappeared.
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(End of this chapter)