Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 588 - 532 Los Zetas Organization

"If everyone who dies in this jailbreak is related to Shorty, do you think this guy can be trusted? Rember before? It was his idea to take on the Aricans together, and what happened? In the end, everybody got rounded up at the eting he arranged."

Big Leva seized the crux of the issue, reminding Sanchez.

"Now you still want to talk about interests with him? He gives you that chance?"

Sanchez was left speechless.

In fact, he was also uncertain.

But of course, he wouldn't easily agree to Big Leva's request for cooperation.

xico is too complicated.

There are hundreds of drug trafficking organizations large and small, and several dozen that can be considered groups. Although currently the biggest powers include the five major families, including his own, each harbors suspicions against one another, everyone wary of everyone else.

Shorty cannot be trusted.

But Big Leva might not be any more trustworthy.

If the Gulf Group joins the fray, and if he wins the fight against Shorty to the death, it wouldn't be impossible for Big Leva to stab him in the back.

Trust is even more precious than gold.

Seeing Sanchez stay silent, Big Leva seed to guess the other's concerns.

"Don't worry, I only want your support. I'll take the lead in opposing Shorty. When we join forces against him, I will contribute resources and manpower no less than you. If you ever find that I have ulterior motives towards your territory, you can back out of the alliance and then tell Shorty that I tricked you into doing this. By then, Shorty will surely give up opposing you and focus on dealing with , right?"

His words tempted Sanchez.

It seems that with the death of his brother, Big Leva is truly determined to take down Shorty at all costs.

Among the people who died this ti, others were just close associates, like Lucas, the third in command of his own organization, a trusted man, but compared to Little Leva, there's no comparison.

After all, for others, it's about flesh and blood kinship.

He's like a brother, but for them, it's actual kinship.

"Fine, if you're willing to take the lead, I can consider supporting you."

Sanchez finally took a stand.

Big Leva imdiately showed a look of joy.

But Sanchez quickly raised his hand to indicate: "Don't be too happy, I said I'd 'consider', not that I'm agreeing right now."

Big Leva's smile disappeared, he hurriedly asked, "Why? What else are you worried about?"

"What am I worried about?" Sanchez said, "If we go to war with Shorty, then we're essentially losing half of the channels to North Arica, and even routes to Europe could be affected. It was Balot who managed these matters before, and now his network has been swallowed by Shorty. Going to war ans our sales and transport channels will be greatly affected, and that's all money."

"Don't worry about that! Channels are built up slowly; worst cos to worst, we develop our own. Without Balot's smuggling network, are we left with no choice?"

"Easy for you to say," replied Sanchez, "how many drug submarines do you have? Even if you buy them, it will take at least a year to get your order, and as for those secret tunnels at the border, even if you pay to dig new ones, isn't ti a cost? And once the war starts, they will definitely keep an eye on us. As soon as we try to establish new channels, do you think Shorty won't inform on us to the DEA through a snitch?"

Sanchez expressed his concerns.

"We all have big families and big businesses. Even if we still have so money, if drug sales are halved for a year or a year and a half, how are we going to provide for so many people under us? It may be easier for you with fewer people; I have hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting for food, waiting to provide for their families!"

Big Leva understood.

So that's what Sanchez was worried about.

The Gulf Group had rapidly expanded in the past two years, it's said that now they have one hundred and thirty thousand people relying on him for their bread.

These 130,000 people are not just mouths to feed, they've also got transport vehicles, guns, ammunition, and so on. The expenses are certainly not small.

A sudden loss of such a large amount of drug trade revenue could indeed be a major blow to our vitality.

But Big Leva had already considered this point as well.

"Don't worry, I've thought about your concerns already," he said. "First, I've already made connections with the big guys in Colombia for the drug submarines. They have submarines there, and as long as we purchase their goods, we can use their submarines to solve part of the problem."

"Additionally, although our distribution channels are cut by half, we can increase the quantity. Let tell you, I've already persuaded Ye Zhenli. He will provide us with more ephedrine, which allows us to produce more th. Moreover, the Colombians have agreed to give us more supply. By then, we should be able to compensate for our losses. Besides, even if the volu isn't as high as before, our stock will be tight, and we can raise the prices, can't we?"

"Hmm…"

Sanchez rubbed his big nose and thought for a long ti.

After considering it for a while, he felt that Big Leva's plan was feasible.

"Your idea seems quite good…"

He glanced at Big Leva out of the corner of his eye and said, "Seems like you've been planning for a long ti."

Big Leva's eyes imdiately turned fierce: "Of course, my brother who I relied on for life was killed by them without reason, I must take revenge!"

Then he added, "The entire matter must be related to that Chinese guy surnad Song, he must die!"

"Is that the Chinese you've offered ten million to have killed?"

"Exactly."

"I've heard he's a tough cookie."

"Indeed, I sent several groups of hitn, but none succeeded."

After speaking, Big Leva suddenly stopped talking and just looked at Sanchez.

Sanchez knew this guy was definitely asking for sothing.

"You're staring at like this, do you want to help you with sothing again?"

"Right," Big Leva didn't beat around the bush, "my n are incompetent, outside hitn can't take care of that guy surnad Song, so I want to ask for your favor." He unabashedly said, "Since we plan to deal with Shorty, could you lend your secret weapon?"

"Secret weapon?" Sanchez was slightly startled, then imdiately feigned ignorance: "What secret weapon?"

Big Leva hinted darkly: "You know what I want."

Sanchez's face turned solemn as he looked at Big Leva and said, "Be straightforward, Big Leva."

"Los Zetas," Big Leva said. "You can mobilize them; I need their help."

Sanchez said, "You think they are just an ordinary organization? I should use them to fight against Shorty?"

"No." Big Leva said: "My informant in the Balot Organization said that three days from now, that guy surnad Song, along with Shorty, will take Barrett to Leimonte City to formally take over the entire smuggling organization. It's a good opportunity to take care of both of them."

Sanchez hesitated, "Is your source reliable?"

Big Leva said: "Absolutely reliable! I have had this informant planted for many years, trustworthy."

Sanchez thought for a mont and said, "Thirty million US Dollars."

Big Leva frowned, "What?"

"The Los Zetas Organization is expensive to employ." Sanchez sneered, "Good stuff is never cheap."

Big Leva pondered for a mont then gritted his teeth, "Deal!"