Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 495 Opanini

Chapter 495 Opanini
Santo Tomas, Mexico.

The sea conditions are very good today, with no strong winds and no big waves.

But it was a cloudy day and the moon was hidden in the clouds.

The night is dark and windy.

Perfect for doing bad things.

Opanini stood by the river directing his men to move the 3-ton shipment of cocaine.

"Be careful, is the package sealed properly? If anything goes wrong, I'll treat you to peanuts!"

With 20 kilograms per package, the cocaine on the shore has long been piled up into a mountain.

This is the cargo that has just been unloaded from the truck to the riverside.

This river is not an ordinary river. It flows into the sea about one kilometer to the west.

The water here is about six meters deep, and there are three small special-made drug submarines docked at the water's edge. Each of these submarines can carry about one ton of cargo.

In the drug trafficking world, drug submarines are considered a high-end method. They first appeared in the early 20s and were pioneered by the Medellin drug cartel in Colombia as a drug transportation and distribution technology.

Colombian drug cartels at the time understood the economic value of vertical integration, meaning they controlled different steps in a product’s value chain to maximize profits.

The use of drug submarines controls the movement of drugs to their destination while reducing the risk of detection, interception and arrest.

To this end, the drug trafficking gangs at that time even hired Russian naval engineers to design and build their drug submarines.

Originally, this was also the unique technology of the Medellin drug cartel. However, with the collapse of the cartel and the arrest of the leaders of the Cali drug cartel, the remaining deputies and their growing drug trafficking organization continued to invest in drug submarine technology, which became more and more diversified and more and more perfect. From the initial semi-submersible type, it can now dive several meters underwater. From the initial transport of only one or two hundred kilograms, it can now carry half a ton or even one or two tons.

However, no matter how advanced the technology is, only drug trafficking organizations with very strong financial resources can use these expensive submarines to transport drugs.

It took a full two hours before three tons of drugs were finally safely transported onto the ship.

Opanini took out his cell phone and sent Brody a message - Miss Jenny is leaving by boat and will arrive at her destination tomorrow night.

After the message was sent, Opanini felt relieved.

His mission accomplished.

The rest depends on how Brody, who is already in the United States, handles the next steps.

From this business, his boss can earn 2000 million US dollars. If rewards are given based on merit, he can get at least US dollars in reward.

So he was happy.

"Pack your things, I'll treat you tonight, let's go back to Cali for a drink!"

The city of Cali is located on the US-Mexico border, only a few dozen kilometers away from the border.

Because it is a border city, it is very prosperous.

The bars, in particular, are a unique feature of Cali.

After all, many Americans sometimes cross the border to come here for fun.

Many things that are illegal in the United States can be found here.

Just as Opanini and several of his men were partying at the Bloody Mary Bar in Cali, a Chevrolet box truck drove into the shadow of a large tree on the roadside across the street from the bar.

In the car, Song Heping turned to the others and said, "Everyone check your equipment and wait here. It's best not to make too much noise."

Barrett glanced toward the bar entrance in the distance.

There were bodyguards on both sides of the bar entrance, with a pistol directly inserted into their waists, without even covering it with clothes, which was very blatant.

"We have to find a way to get him out without alerting anyone else. Otherwise, if word gets out, Barlotte will definitely notice something's wrong."

Song Heping felt that Barrett's concerns were justified, and pointed at the bar and said, "We need to send two people in to see if we can find any opportunities."

"I'll go," Barrett said. "My accent is authentic."

Song Heping nodded: "Okay, send another one, but I can't go in. My face is too conspicuous."

Barrett nodded and said, "Yes, you can't go in."

He looked around the car, pointed at the white bear and said, "Come in with me."

White Bear said, "Me?"

Barrett said, "That's right, you. Russians sometimes show up here, but Chinese are rare. You're big, so you could be of help if we really need to fight."

"Ok."

White Bear stopped talking.

"Walk."

Barrett opened the car door, turned around and said to Song Heping, "Keep in touch."

Song Heping said, "Don't worry. If anything happens, send a signal immediately and we'll rush in to rescue you. Be careful and try not to make any noise."

A minute later, Barrett and White Bear walked into the bar one after another and disappeared in the deafening music.

After entering the bar, the two looked around.

The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and some indescribable odor. The bar was large, with many tables. In the middle was a catwalk-like stage, surrounded by several smaller stages with steel pipes. A voluptuous dancer was currently circling the steel pole, performing various hip-swaying movements.

Under the pink light, everything seems so ambiguous.

The men in the audience were laughing and drinking, occasionally raising the money in their hands. The dancers would then come over, bend down, revealing their breasts, and let the men stuff the money into the ravine.

"He's on the left, at 10 o'clock."

Barrett soon discovered Opanini and his men.

"Come with me."

He stopped looking at the other person and found a table with a good observation angle and sat down.

Soon a waitress dressed in cool clothes came over and asked what we ordered.

Barrett ordered a bottle of whiskey and an ice bucket, two glasses, a plate of potato chips, and grilled octopus with red sauce.

His authentic Mexican Spanish left the waiter no doubt. He thought he was a local entertaining friends from out of town, and he took a few more glances at the sturdy white bear.

"If he goes to the bathroom later, can we do it there? Strangling him until he's unconscious and throwing him out of the window..."

White Bear couldn't wait to start planning how to catch people.

Barrett said, "Okay, but it would be troublesome if there were people in the bathroom."

"Let's play it by ear when the time comes."

The two of them sat at the table, pretending to drink and eat snacks, and time passed by little by little.

It was half past ten in the evening, more than half an hour had passed. Looking at Opanini guzzling beer, White Bear said angrily, "This guy drinks so much beer and doesn't even need to pee. His kidneys are really damn good..."

Barrett said, "Be patient. If you drink like that, you're bound to go to the bathroom soon."

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Opanini in the corner really stood up and slowly moved towards the bathroom.

"The opportunity has come."

Barrett and White Bear followed.

The restroom is on the left side of the hall. After walking through a corridor about six meters long and turning left, you will reach the men's restroom.

When they reached the corridor entrance, Barrett said, "I'll keep watch, you go in, knock him out, and then throw him out the window."

White Bear originally wanted to ask why you don’t go?
On second thought, I think Barrett is just being on the safe side.

If I stay here alone and don't speak the language, I won't be able to stop anyone from entering the bathroom.

So he nodded and followed him in.

When you walk into the men's restroom, the first thing you see is a sink.

Opanini was already in front of the urinal, leaning against the wall with one hand and holding the tool in the other, and began to waft it around casually, with a look of relief on his face.

When White Bear came in, Opanini glanced at him. The former felt that the latter's eyes were a little strange, and he couldn't help but be suddenly startled.

"Did you notice something?"

So, the white bear had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to the urinal to squeeze out a little urine, and then pretend to go to the sink to wash his hands.

After a moment, he went to peek at Opanini again.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Opanini also staring at him.

The white bear felt like he had been discovered and had a guilty conscience.

I looked around, no one was there.

Barrett's voice suddenly came from the headset: "Hurry up, no one is coming in from outside for the time being."

White Bear's heart sank and he decided to take action.

Just as I turned around, I heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

A drunk guy walked out of a bathroom, stumbled to the sink, turned on the faucet, and scooped up the running tap water to wash his face.

Just then, the door of another bathroom opened and another drunk cat walked out.

White Bear hurried out of the bathroom.

He knew he had failed this time.

I failed to seize the opportunity.