Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 491 Mysterious Big Customer

In a private lumber mill on the outskirts of Reymont, Mexico, workers are busy moving processed boards. The sound of electric saws is deafening in the factory. It seems that this lumber mill is doing very good business.

The boss, Raymond, is a middle-aged man in his late 50s, slightly overweight, with a beard and black hair. He is currently sitting under the awning outside his simple office, eating fruit and enjoying the beautiful weather.

"Diego, hurry up! You have to load all this cargo onto the truck before sunset today! Damn it! If you can't get it to Tampico in two days, I'll have to pay a huge penalty!"

"Don't worry, boss. I won't delay your delivery."

Diego was a man in his thirties, who was standing beside the car, sweating profusely and directing the workers. He would occasionally lend a hand and was busy acting as both a supervisor and a porter.

Mexicans have always been hardworking, and the wages in this processing plant are definitely not low locally.

Rampant drug crimes and chaotic public security have caused Mexico's economy to stagnate. In Monterrey, the hardest-working construction workers only earn more than 6000 pesos a month, while the owner of this lumber mill pays everyone pesos.

Compared with those Mexicans who sneak into the United States to work, the workers here would rather stay locally. Although their income is not as good as their relatives who do dirty and hard work in the United States, it is much better than the local average.

Just when the factory was busy, a black Dodge SUV drove into the factory.

The workers' eyes all turned to the pickup truck, and after seeing the license plate clearly, they went back to their work.

This car is an old acquaintance. The owner is called Brody, a distant cousin of the boss. He is in the transportation business and often comes to the factory to drink tea and chat with the boss.

The car stopped under the shade of the trees in the factory area. Brody got out of the car and waved to Diego from a distance as he passed the loading area.

"Good day, Diego!"

"Good day, Mr. Brody!"

After greeting with a smile, Brody came under the pergola and sat next to Raymond. He reached out and picked up a cactus fruit from the fruit bowl, peeled it and took a bite. Juice oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Boss, there's a big deal."

"Big business?"

Raymond poured a cup of tea and pushed it towards Brody.

"How big?"

"Ten tons of high-end cargo, shipping cost $2000 million. Pay a $200 million deposit first, and the remaining balance will be paid immediately upon arrival at the U.S. border."

"Which group's products are these?"

In Raymond's opinion, anyone who could trade ten tons of high-quality goods at a time must be a very famous drug trafficking group in Mexico.

"This time, the cargo is from Colombia," Brody said. "It came directly from Colombia by water. We'll deal with it after we land at Kino Port. We'll be responsible for the transit."

"Goods from within Colombia?"

Raymond was obviously a little surprised.

"They don't cooperate with the drug cartels here?"

"You know how busy the gangs are around here lately..." Brody said, "If we go by land, we'll have to cross multiple gang territories. It's impossible to reach a consensus, and no one can guarantee that nothing will go wrong."

Raymond naturally knew the current situation faced by gangs and drug cartels in Mexico. At the end of last year, after the new President Calderon came to power, he made combating drug cartels a top priority and launched a massive joint anti-drug operation, killing several gang leaders, which triggered a series of gang battles for territory.

It can be said that the situation in Mexico is currently in chaos, people are dying everywhere, and the situation is on the verge of getting out of control.

"Whose goods are in Colombia?" Raymond asked.

Brody said, "I checked. It's from a Chinese man named Song."

"Chinese? In Colombia?" Raymond was even more surprised, because he had never heard that the Chinese were so powerful there.

Ten tons is not a small amount.

Having been involved in underground smuggling and transportation for many years, he was known as the "Smuggling Emperor" of Mexico. One-time transactions of this magnitude were rare.

Raymond is actually Balotelli.

But no one knew that the owner of this sawmill was actually an underground smuggling king.

No one could have guessed that he was Balotelli.

"Have you conducted a thorough investigation? Have you confirmed the accuracy of the information? Remember what I told you. In our line of work, winning ten thousand times is meaningless, but losing once is the end of everything."

"Of course we have investigated it, and it was very thorough. There is absolutely no problem with this person," Raymond said.

Baroque said, "The more problems there are, the more we should be careful. The CIA has been investigating us, and they are very good at fabricating false backgrounds."

"He has absolutely nothing to do with the CIA," Brody said. "And he recently had a fight with the CIA."

"Is there such a thing?" Barlott was very interested. "Tell me about it."

There were rumors in Brody's underworld that Song Heping assisted the ELN in defeating the AUC and offended the CIA. The CIA briefly told Baroque about the two arrest operations against him.

"How could such a person be from the CIA?"

"Hmm, it seems they're not on the same page. But how could he, a defense company owner, get involved in this business? Besides, while the ELN has dealt with drug trafficking groups in the past, they definitely wouldn't sell drugs themselves, let alone so much."

"Nothing's impossible. It's all about money," Brody said. "I heard this Song guy not only provides military services but also arms trading. So, secretly selling drugs isn't surprising. Besides, our gangs are all fighting among themselves right now. He's probably trying to take advantage of this opportunity to get involved and grab a piece of the North American drug market."

Barlotte thought for a moment and then asked, "Did he ask to see me?"

Brody said, "He mentioned it to me at first, but I told him you wouldn't show up and that you would only handle it personally if it was something extremely important. He listened and didn't force me, so don't worry, he probably isn't coming for you."

After hearing this, Barlot finally felt relieved.

He had been very careful all along because he knew he was being watched.

Since this Mr. Song didn't insist on seeing me, then there must be no problem with this business.

"Okay, you can take this business, mobilize our resources, and make sure you do it well."

Brody was very happy to get Barrot's approval.

Because he can get a considerable commission from every business.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

"Well, you have to be more cautious. Don't contact me until this deal is done." Barlot said, "By the way, when you came here, were you sure no one was following you?"

"Of course no one will follow."

Brody was confident. In the past few years, Barlot had cut off contact with many other people in the organization, retaining only a few limited channels. They didn't even use communication networks to communicate with each other, but adopted the most primitive messenger method.

Although it is not very convenient, it is safe and reliable.

"Then I'm leaving, Boss. They're still waiting for my reply."

"Let's go."

After Brody left, Barrot refilled his cup of tea, lay back in the recliner, and looked up at the sky.

The sunlight filtered through the vines and leaves on the pergola, illuminating his face and beard sparsely, leaving a mottled pattern and making him look like a cunning old wolf.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)