Song Heping sat in front of the TV and finally saw the latest news broadcast at two o'clock in the morning.
The Special Police Force raided the headquarters building of the Los Zetas Organization.
However, a huge explosion occurred inside, igniting a massive fire.
According to the news report, firefighters are still putting out the fire, and no one knows the status of those inside, dead or alive.
"They have run away."
Song Heping ca to the final conclusion.
He turned to Barrett who was beside him: "Keep an eye on the Templar Knights and Sita Group for in the next few days, see what moves and reactions they make, and report to at any ti."
"What about Leva and the Gulf Group?" asked Barrett.
Song Heping pointed at the TV: "They should be busy lately, let's wait and see."
"Should we take this chance to take out Sanchez?"
Barrett's eyes glead with excitent.
Song Heping stared at him, silent.
Feeling uneasy, Barrett couldn't help but ask, "Boss, did I say sothing wrong..."
Song Heping grinned and said, "No, very good, you did very well."
As he said this, he nodded his head.
Then he added, "Now is not the ti to take out Sanchez. Lascano will give him trouble. Isn't it better for us to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?"
"Should we then make a move on the Templar Knights and Sita Group?" Barrett continued, "Now that the four major families' alliance is in internal strife, Sanchez can't fend for himself, and Big Leva will be embroiled in his vicious fight with the Los Zetas Organization. The remaining two will be much easier for us to deal with. If we can take advantage of this opportunity to launch an offensive against them, we could achieve good results."
Song Heping waved his hand impatiently: "Let's talk about this in a few days."
After saying that, he got up and went back to his room, leaving Barrett sitting on the sofa, dazed and at a loss.
"Damn it... Why won't he fall for it..."
Back in his room, Song Heping returned to his desk, opened his laptop, and contacted Ferrari in Illiguo.
For the past half-year, he had stayed in xico, with Ferrari and Henry managing the businesses in Illiguo.
The situation in Illiguo was gradually stabilizing; the Northwest Region was still not very stable, but with coalition forces stationed in major cities, the situation was much better than before.
The relationship with the military was also well maintained.
The paynt for the contract continued to be laundered according to their requirents, and General Peter's daughter's foundation received periodic donations from certain companies, which were nothing more than phantoms in the offshore islands.
Ferrari truly had a talent for financial operations.
Besides, business is like this; once it's on track, like a well-tuned machine after the break-in period, as long as no accidents occur, it will operate routinely.
"Song, it's so late over there. Haven't you slept yet?"
As soon as the connection was made, Ferrari teased Song Heping on the screen.
"It seems like xico isn't nurturing people. You seem visibly aged."
Song Heping touched his own face and self-deprecatingly said, "Really? Maybe it's the intense sunlight here, with strong ultraviolet rays."
The two chatted and laughed online for a while before returning to the main topic.
"How's the money-laundering system I asked you to set up for ?"
"It's ready. I've set up 20 shadow companies, enough to digest the profits given to you by both the Balot Organization and Shorty's Sinoloa Group."
Ferrari was confident.
Song Heping said, "No, I have more than that now..."
Ferrari was slightly surprised: "What do you an?"
"Here's the situation..." said Song Heping, "I've agreed to collaborate with the FARC forces in Colombia and the Gulf Gang. I'm responsible for safely selling their drugs directly to North Arica. This alone, I estimate around three billion US dollars of revenue per year."
"Three billion? If you add your inco from xico, isn't that close to five billion US dollars?"
Ferrari drew a sharp breath.
The number truly frightened him.
Song Heping had left Illiguo for over a year, spending more than a year mixing in South Arica.
In just over a year, to have grown the business to such an extent...
This didn't even include the arms deals that would unfold in the future.
Looking back now, the previous deals worth several million or tens of millions in arms seed minuscule by comparison.
Drugs really are the most profitable business in the world...
"Song, I sll danger," Ferrari warned.
"In the past two years, our company's operations seem to have developed too quickly. Money has been flooding in like running water. If it were anyone else, they might already be ecstatic, but I sense trendous risk in this."
Ferrari's words struck a chord with Song Heping.
Although his current inco on this side hadn't reached the horrifying figures of tens of billions of US dollars a year.
Because the turf war in xico had just begun.
However, Song Heping believed he would definitely achieve the final victory.
After the victory, all xican drug trafficking groups would surrender under his command, and he would beco the CIA's black glove in xico. Although he only earned transportation fees through the smuggling network controlled by Barrett, not directly involving in drug trafficking, just the transportation fees and the promised dividends from the CIA would net at least 10 to 20 billion a year.
Adding to the promise made to Marulan and Autoneil of the Gulf Gang, not to supply the four major families in xico before the drug lord wars there have settled, and to personally transport goods to North Arica, the smuggling fees alone would also amount to 10-20 billion a year.
Ferrari's estimate was inaccurate because once the drug lord families in xico were dealt with, the anti-governnt ard forces in Colombia would resu transactions with the xican drug lords, and they wouldn't need to transport the goods directly to North Arica through him.
This situation would last at most 2-3 months.
Colombia's annual sales to the North Arican market are worth around 80 billion US dollars, half of which is around 40 billion US dollars. That's over three billion dollars in monthly sales, and the maximum smuggling fees he could earn would be 2-3 billion.
Plus, the profit sharing from the Sinoloa Group and the Balot Organization over the next 2-3 months is estimated to bring in around 5-7 billion US dollars.
Of course, this does not include the recent profits from arms deals.
Currently, Colombia's anti-governnt forces are purchasing all their weapons and equipnt from him, and recently Morris also ntioned wanting to explore the Brazilian route for his front lines, saying that the arms demand from the gangs there is also high...
"Ferrari, the revenue is not as terrifying as you imagine, it probably won't exceed 10 billion US dollars. I don't want to touch the drug business, it's too risky. We, in the defense industry, don't need to pocket that money, but this ti we've collaborated with the CIA, so we have no choice but to temporarily get involved in these operations. Is the system you've built capable of laundering and assimilating all this money?"
"Theoretically, it's possible. However, there is a problem, the global centers of money laundering are nothing more than London, Switzerland, the Bahamas, Cayman, places all within the control of the Angsa Consortium, and the CIA and the Angsa Consortium are deeply connected. If one day the CIA really turns against us, you will have to face certain risks. They may indeed trace the flow of this black money, so I cannot guarantee 100% security. Unless you hold a large amount of cash to evade tracking, only if the CIA finds your secret cash storage would they be able to confiscate your money."
Even though Song Heping was not a financial expert, he understood what Ferrari was saying.
Money is like water.
Eventually, water has to be collected in a pond.
The entire world operates this way.
And the laundering channels are the pipes, with banks being the water companies.
Most of the water companies operating in this system are controlled by the Angsa Consortium, so once they decide to go after , my money could be frozen at any ti.
Unless one builds their own pond, the cash storage Ferrari ntioned.
However, the safety of the cash storage is debatable, and mostly, it's inconvenient.
My business needs to expand globally, and if the funds cannot be mobilized, it's like being hamstring.
"Besides a cash storage, is there no other way?" Song Heping asked. "Wasn't it said that money could be laundered to the point of being untraceable?"
"Heh," Ferrari chuckled. "That's a deception. Even if you use black money to purchase real assets or invest in the stock market, or through buying and selling art, you can evade so tracking. But if the amount is large, you will inevitably leave a trace. After all, you are still operating within soone else's US dollar system, never leaving it. Song, you must consider this issue carefully. I can assure at least 80% of the funds will eventually be cleaned into secure money, but I can't guarantee 100%. Moreover, I always have a premonition that the CIA is also guarding against you. The so-called profits they give you will be monitored as soon as it enters your designated account, watching where it flows. Even if you send soone to the bank to withdraw cash to buy and sell goods, you might still be tailed."
The thought that the money he had earned through hard work could be insecure, and Ferrari was right—Song knew the CIA was unreliable, and no one could be sure when they might turn hostile.
These intelligence scum wouldn't let him earn and launder those colorful US dollars so easily; when the day cos to turn against him, they would definitely take it all back.
"Ferrari, I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"
"Is it a thod to launder money? The kind that cleans thoroughly?"
"Sort of, and sort of not."
"Let's hear it then."
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