Chapter 10 If you urinate anywhere, your tools will be confiscated!
Dragan almost choked to death as he spat.
"What? Eight hundred dollars? Are you robbing?"
This saliva is going to spray on Casare's face.
His head subconsciously dodges, mainly because the other party has such a bad mouth. He robbed me and negotiated the price with you, but he hit you directly on the forehead.
However, do you do business without shouting high prices?
Do you think you are preaching?
"What, is it too expensive? The cost of making an AK47 is only about 200 US dollars. It is shipped from the Soviet Union to Mexico. I only charge you a small fee. Dragan, have I ever lied to you since you were a child? "Casare took the rifle and unloaded the magazine, "It's a standard 30-round bullet. When you went out to shoot with others at night, he used a pistol and he became impotent in an instant, but you, my cousin, can use it. This tells him who is the boss of this street."
"Most organizations in Mexico are using American products. If you are the first to use Soviet-style weapons, it will be cool. You are not. Do you want to be the most unique one since you were young? The price of a rifle shipped from the United States is more than 800 US dollars, and among similar guns, the AK has experienced actual combat experience. "
Terrorists go out. , all use AK, and everyone agrees to use it.
Every word Casare said was embedded in Dragan's heart. He looked at the driver and the two strong men in the back seat, raised his chin slightly, "What do you think?"
"I think Yes, boss, if we had this guy, would the guys from the Whale Brotherhood still dare to rob those two KTVs from us? Just kill them." The driver said bluntly.
The two strong men in the back seat also nodded.
Their organization is not big, only about 20 people, occupying two streets, and collect protection fees from shops, especially the big ones like KTV and brothels, with an annual turnover of about 500,000 US dollars!
The salary of an ordinary boy is about 1,000 pesos per month. As a "security backbone", Dragan is responsible for charging, and he can get 1,000 US dollars per month, which is an absolutely high salary.
Take the money, of course you want to get more!
The boss said that if the street next to it was demolished, the salary would be doubled.
Don’t think that the ordinary Mexican community is awesome. They also use machetes and there is a shortage of guns. The arms smuggled from the United States are all ordered by the big drug lords and come here in pieces. , as soon as they crossed the border, they were divided by a large organization with many informants.
It is difficult for a small organization like Dragan to develop.
"Okay, eight hundred is eight hundred. Write a receipt and I want to reimburse you." Dragan took out the green coins from his wallet. Franklin's bald head looked really good to Casare. Mom is handsome.
"By the way, write me $900."
Good guy, you even get a kickback!
Swipe, swipe, write the receipt and hand it over. Casare took the dollar bill with both hands and threw the backpack over. "There are 100 bullets in it. This is a gift from me. No one else has it, but , I only have this authority. Next time you want bullets, you will have to pay for them."
Dragan's eyes lit up, and he opened his backpack. As expected, there were two boxes of ammunition lying inside, and he looked at Casare. His eyes became more friendly.
After receiving the money, Casare was about to leave. As soon as he opened the door and his feet touched the ground, he seemed to think of something, "By the way, we also provide rocket launchers, landmines, and grenades. If you need it, you can contact me at that time and I will guarantee a preferential price for you.”
The slogan cannot be forgotten.
This is moral integrity.
After saying that, he got out of the car and closed the door, waved to Dragan in the co-pilot, put his pockets in his pocket and left gracefully.
"Boss, isn't your cousin an arms dealer?" The driver looked at his back in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask curiously.
“Arms dealer? How is that possible? He has never been out of Mexico.”
Dragan frowned, "Maybe he is working for some big boss."
"Forget it, leave him alone, go, go back and tell the boss first, if it works really well, I will ask the boss to apply for funds. By then, we will have more than a dozen AKs, and we will become bigger and stronger!”
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This is the first time that Casare has engaged in “illegal activities”, which is a bit exciting. This is different from ordinary people. It's different from collecting black money. It's the mercy of others, but it's your own business.
He ran to the market opposite the prison. Although it was lively at night, it also did business during the day. The prostitute who was not awake was leaning next to the tent, with a cigarette in her mouth and yawning. She was as skinny as a stick. Addict.
The experienced Casare knew at a glance that it was smelly, fishier than scallops, and after one bite, it was transformed into the mother's body.
Just as I was about to walk inside, I saw an ice cream truck. I licked my lips and walked over, "Give me one."
I took two licks of the ice cream in my hand. , eyes are shining.
When he was a child, he liked to eat ice cream the most, but his family was poor and his mother had to support four of her own children, which was very tiring. He was the oldest, sensible and reluctant to eat ice cream. Although this thing only cost 2 pesos, it was enough. Let the family eat more food.
When I grew up and worked, the treatment of police officers was worse than that of dogs. At least military dogs were given a daily meal standard of 10 pesos. Casare kept his salary and gave it to his parents. His younger brothers and sisters wanted to study, and he hoped that his mother Be less tired.
But now...
With a "huge sum" of eight hundred dollars in his pocket, he can finally eat as much as he wants.
“Shh~”
A whistle interrupted Casare’s thoughts, and he saw Victor, dressed in black, sitting under an umbrella on the roadside with a glass of juice in front of him. .
"Has it been a long time since you've been here?" Casare trotted over and asked.
"It's only been half an hour, how are things?"
Casare took out the money from his pocket, put it directly on the table, and pushed it over, "A total of eight hundred US dollars were sold."
>Victor looked at the green coins on the table and was very satisfied. He picked up two and pushed the rest back to him, "We agreed, I only need 200 US dollars, and the rest is yours." Looking at the US dollars on the table , Casare's Adam's apple rolled. He thought Victor was just talking, who knew it was true?
Laughing sarcastically, he pulled out a dollar bill and said, "I'll just take one, I don't have anything to do, and you provided the goods."
He is self-aware, understands his position, and understands who the main leaders of this business are. If Victor is unhappy if he takes too much, will he still make money?
Don’t be so stupid as to think that the leader said: It’s okay. If you have any opinions about me, you can raise them.
Then you really believed it, and you talked about his shortcomings.
The next day, you were fired because you stepped in with your left foot first.
Don’t believe in the school’s grading, which seems random, but haven’t you noticed that the rows and rows are arranged?
If you really break it, just wait.
The world is full of routines, you must learn to distinguish them.
Casare thought that Victor's previous statement of only $200 was a casual mention.
Victor was obviously very satisfied when he saw that Casare was so "sensible". At least he had a general understanding of people and pushed the money in front of him. I can't move it. I won't move it if it belongs to you. Take it, we will make a lot of money in the future."
In "grey business", you have to let your younger brothers make money. If you just paint a pie for them, sooner or later, they will make a hole in your head.
What is in hand is the actual thing.
No matter how much you say, it is not as good as a piece of steel.
Seeing that Victor was serious, Casare raised his head and looked at him. The latter smiled at him, pointed at the money, "Hide it, put it on the table, and let him know later. Grabbed it."
After saying this, he drank up the juice in front of him and stood up on the sides of the chair, "Let's go to the city to find Best."
When Casare heard this, he grabbed the money on the table and stuffed it into his inner pocket. He looked around and saw a woman not far away staring at him, baring his teeth, like It is a food guarding dog.
If anyone dares to touch his things, he will bite them to death!
Try not to take a taxi in Mexico, because you don’t know where they will take you, and you don’t know if they are drug dealers working part-time. If you see that you are beautiful, oh, tomorrow You are the number one in the nightclub.
So, take a qualified bus as much as possible.
But the bus is also dangerous.
In 1985, when Donnetto, the third largest figure in the Guadalajara Cartel, was arrested, his subordinates directly launched a riot in order to confront the government. Drug dealers armed with weapons rushed to the streets and killed people on sight. kill.
An elementary school bus was stopped while passing through the city center. This gang of vicious and inhumane bastards opened fire with guns, killing 24 students and teachers in the bus. The average age of the children was 7 years old.
A bus carrying migrant workers who were finally returning home after a hard day's work was also forced to stop, and then six of the men were beheaded and their heads were thrown into the city hall.
This country is rotten to the extreme!
You can’t expect anyone to save him. When Jesus came, he had to learn to smoke marijuana, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to blend in.
But fortunately, Victor and the other two did not encounter this bad luck. After sitting at the station, they found a diesel tricycle and drove straight to Kimahuakan.
Chimahuacan is actually a large slum in Mexico City. There are about 1 million people here, which is one-fifth of the population of Mexico City.
Much larger than Tiantongyuan.
Victor understood the detailed address and showed it to the driver who was pulling him. The driver made an OK gesture, turned the accelerator, and walked through the streets.
This driver is also a reckless person. When passing by a narrow road, he used his voice as a trumpet. When he saw someone sitting at the door, he would not let him go and rushed over. The woman who was almost hit by the angry woman was there. Swearing behind his back.
The bold and unruly children chased the vehicles. If they saw foreigners, they might have started to rob the vehicles by now.
As soon as he entered Kimahuacan, Victor's face was gloomy and cautious. He handed the Colt M1911 to Casare, "Take it, just in case."
"What about you?"
Victor glanced at him, opened his clothes, and revealed the Uzi submachine gun inside, "You have to bring something for self-defense when you go out, otherwise I won't feel at ease."
Casare's eyes are bulging. , I don’t even know how to describe it, I nodded, took the pistol, and stuffed it into my waist.
The third wheel was very fast, and it took more than half an hour to reach the destination. However, Best's door was kicked open and fell directly to the ground. There were sounds of smashing and cursing in the house.
"It seems that we came at an unlucky time."
Victor walked into the house, and Casare paid the money and followed him in. He saw four young people in their early teens surrounding a Man, the latter is lying on the ground.
A young man was peeing on him.
Hearing the movement at the door, the four people turned their heads at the same time and saw the man coming in with a submachine gun pointed at them.
“Gentlemen, if you urinate anywhere, your tools will be confiscated!”
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(End of this chapter)