"What are you good for!"
Big Leva roared furiously at his subordinates in his villa like a mad dog.
"I offered so much money, yet no one can kill him?! What's the background of this guy?!"
"That man has an unusual background..."
Big Leva's subordinate cautiously said, "According to the information we've gathered, he owns a defense company and has significant connections with the US military and the CIA. He even has his own Special Soldier School in Venezuela. It is said that the dissolution of Colombia's AUC ard forces also had sothing to do with him."
"Was that the war between ELN and AUC?"
Big Leva was genuinely shocked this ti.
As a major xican drug lord, he was, of course, familiar with the situation in Colombia.
Because the xican drug market had a substantial portion of Colombian supply.
After all, xico borders the United States, and the US-xico border is a convenient drug trafficking route. Colombian drug dealers selling narcotics to North Arica find it best to route through xico.
Smuggling on one's own is not impossible but would require sea transportation.
The US Coast Guard is not to be underestimated; even if using narco-submarines, not only is the quantity limited, but the risks and costs are significantly higher than using the US-xico border.
Thus, xican and Colombian drug dealers have remained in contact and shared a good relationship.
That war involved tens of thousands of people.
It ended with the defeat of the AUC forces.
"Yes, boss."
Big Leva's subordinate said, "It is said that he supported Morins of the ELN, which is why Morins was able to win."
"No, that's not right..."
Big Leva interrupted his subordinate.
"That's impossible!"
He furrowed his brows and thought hard before saying, "That war was mainly led by governnt forces, and they collaborated with AUC to eliminate the ELN forces. There were also rumors that the US military was involved, supporting the Colombian governnt forces. If that's true, then Song Heping should be antagonistic toward the US military. How could he now be associated with the CIA?"
His subordinate also felt sothing was off with the logic but couldn't explain it, so he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either, but this is what the intelligence broker reported."
"What intelligence broker! I think you've been deceived!"
Big Leva was very displeased.
"Increase the bounty again, $20 million! I want him dead!"
His subordinate quickly nodded, "Yes."
"What are you still doing here?! Go get it done!"
After his subordinate had left, Big Leva was still seething with residual anger.
His brother had died.
According to the news, he was shot dead by the police during a firefight after a prison escape.
Then the whole group, only Shorty was still alive; the rest were dead.
This puzzled Big Leva.
Was it just Shorty's good luck?
He sensed sothing fishy.
The current police spokesperson openly stated on the show that these drug dealers were burned to ash. However, there were reasons to suspect they were dead before the firefight explosion, as bullet holes were found in remaining skull fragnts, indicating they were shot directly in the head.
This left Big Leva unsure of which information to believe.
Which was the truth?
Shorty also called him, wanting to discuss a partnership.
Big Leva had no interest in collaborating with this guy.
Now, all he had towards Shorty was anger and hatred.
If he hadn't sent his brother to that villa eting arranged by him, his brother probably wouldn't have been jailed and wouldn't be dead now.
And Shorty still had the nerve to talk about cooperation?!
The two bickered on the phone to no avail, ending the call on bad terms.
Cooperation?!
In your next life!
Just thinking about it, he suddenly saw two cars driving up to the grand gate in the distance.
He knew his guests had arrived.
Two bulletproof vehicles entered the courtyard, and Leva quickly stepped forward, standing by the car with his arms open early.
"Sanchez! My good brother!"
At this mont, Leva's face was filled with smiles and passion, his previous annoyance and slyness had disappeared.
A xican man in his forties, slightly overweight, with black hair and bushy eyebrows, got down from the car.
Seeing Leva, he also smiled slightly and opened his arms.
The two embraced each other, kissing each other's cheeks twice.
"Thank you so much for coming in person."
Leva made a "please" gesture.
"Co this way, we need to have a good sit down and talk."
The visitor was indeed the legitimate boss of the Gulf Group, Sanchez.
The person he sent last ti to attend the eting at Shorty's estate was his confidant, the third-in-command Lucas.
Now that Lucas had gone to et God, and as a family of victims who also lost a brother in the jailbreak incident, Leva had sent an invitation, naturally, he was willing to co over and see.
Sanchez had actually known what Leva wanted to talk about even before he ca.
Now, not only himself but the other two families who had lost loved ones suspected that the matter was related to Shorty.
Just no evidence.
Of course, sotis wars among drug lords do not need evidence.
The two sat down in the mansion's living room.
Leva personally lit a cigar for Sanchez.
Sanchez smiled knowingly.
The Leva brothers were famously unruly.
For the older brother to light a cigarette himself showed a posture of seeking help from others.
"Co on, Leva, we're both smart people, and the police are watching closely right now, I don't want to stay here long, just speak directly if you have sothing to say."
Leva was pleased that Sanchez didn't beat around the bush, so he got straight to the point: "I empathize with Lucas's death, Little Leva died too. This matter, there must be an explanation. Shorty called , he said on the phone that it had nothing to do with him, that he arrived at the exit first and then left, afterwards my brother and Lucas arrived and the police arrived too, and they all died in the ensuing shootout."
While he was talking, he poured a glass of wine and handed it in front of Sanchez.
"Do you believe his story?"
Sanchez exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Shorty called too, basically the sa as what you said, he denied it had anything to do with him."
"Do you believe it?!" Leva picked up the wine glass, swirling the ice cubes inside.
Sanchez spread his hands, "I don't believe it, but I have no evidence."
Leva said, "So many people are dead, and only he survives, still making hypocritical phone calls suggesting we collaborate again, I think this ans he's connected with the CIA again, planning to play it safe."
Sanchez asked, "What do you plan to do?"
Leva replied, "I've contacted Rubio and Omar, they are willing to collaborate with us against Shorty, the problem is, they and I both want to hear your opinion, after all, the strength of the Gulf Cartel is strong, if you are willing to help us unite against Shorty, then our chances of winning will be very significant."
Sanchez had his calculations already.
His own Gulf Group was indeed the only cartel among the five major families that could wrestle with the Sinoloa Group alone.
Moreover, there had been frictions in the past, they had competed for territories and fought many years of wars.
It was only after everyone grew tired of fighting that they negotiated and coexisted peacefully.
Leva taking the initiative to show goodwill and inviting him was also for this reason.
"I of course want to clear up who is responsible for Lucas's fight, but that is a personal grievance. However, when groups confront each other, a lot of people will die, moreover, now that Balrot is dead, it's said Shorty has swallowed up his network and promoted a new guy nad Barrett as the boss, they control many secret passages along the US-xico border, and at least sixty percent of the sales and smuggling networks are in his hands, how will our rchandise move out if we fall out with him?"
He quickly shifted the topic to interests.
Killing and fighting were only ans.
The contest for interests was the ultimate goal.
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