Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 501 Angry Joaquin

Seven days later, in a suburban estate near Lake Vicente Gray in Mexico, Joaquin, the drug trafficker leader of the Sinaloa Cartel, sat in a chair on the porch with a gloomy face and crossed his legs.

There was a glass of whiskey on the table in front of him, and he was holding a "Queen Cigar" worth more than 7 US dollars in his hand. His whole face was shrouded in white smoke.

This type of cigar is expensive because it is covered with gold foil and Swarovski crystals, and is produced in limited quantities each year, making it difficult to find one.

But for someone like Joaquin, money doesn't mean much to him.

Money, that's a bastard!
One winter, when the firewood in the house ran out, he took out stacks of US dollars from the cash box in the bedroom and threw them into the fireplace, burning the banknotes directly to keep warm.

That night, he burned through a full two million dollars.

The whole house smells of money.

But in the past ten days, he has lost no less than $1.2 billion.

For some reason, the border drug smuggling network that had always had unimpeded access and never failed encountered a lot of problems this time.

And it's not just his family that's in trouble; all five major families of the Mexican drug cartels are in trouble.

Mexico's current drug business is controlled by five gangs, including the Sinaloa Cartel, which it controls, followed by its biggest rival, the Gulf Cartel, then the Zetas Cartel, the Beltrán-Leyva Cartel and the Knights Templar drug cartel.

Compared to these groups, my own losses during this period were not the greatest. I heard that a shipment of ten tons of high-quality K carried by Barlote was seized by the DEA at the border. This shipment was said to have come from Colombia and belonged to the ELN armed forces.

ELN itself is also familiar.

Joaquin also had dealings with them.

However, this armed group was not so keen on the drug business in the past, and this time, it failed in its first big venture.

Originally, this matter had little to do with me, after all, it was a matter of the Colombian rebels.

However, recently, major groups have encountered problems one after another. Even the newly elected Mexican president sent Marines to raid several drug warehouses set up by major groups in the US-Mexico border area, including one of his own warehouses.

Those warehouses are highly secretive among the major groups.

Unless you are a key member, it is difficult to know the specific location.

This means that someone leaked the information.

But after investigating for several days, Joaquin did not find any traitor among his men.

Just when he was confused, he suddenly received a message from his spies in the United States that Barlotte's two capable men, Brody and his brother Opanini, were arrested.

In connection with the current situation, it seems that the mystery has been solved.

Barlotte is the emperor of the Mexican underground smuggling group. He controls the most drug smuggling channels to North America, and 70% of the border tunnels are in his hands.

So, the Brody brothers were the ones who knew the locations of those border warehouses.

He suspected that Barlot's men had leaked some information about the five major families after being captured and interrogated, and he had to get to the bottom of this.

Ever since a gang purge last year, the five major groups have joined forces with Barlotte to turn against the CIA and no longer obey the orders of Mr. H, the CIA's agent here. Joaquin feels that this is a counterattack from Langley. He needs to meet with representatives of the other four major families and Barlotte again. Whether or not to demand compensation is one thing, but the drug trafficking network must be reorganized.

Therefore, he personally called the other four major families and Barlotte, and asked them to have a meeting here to discuss how to deal with this matter.

In addition, Joaquin invited Balotelli for a personal reason.

That is to act as a peacemaker between the ELN armed forces and Barlot.

After ten tons of high-purity K were swept up by the DEA at the border, Barlotte went into hiding. The leader of the ELN armed forces, Morins, called his cell phone and asked him to use his connections to find Barlotte and give him an explanation.

I was the one who introduced this business to Barlotte in the first place. Now that something has gone wrong, it is indeed my responsibility as the middleman to get the cargo owner and Barlotte to sit down and talk.

According to industry regulations, if goods are lost during transportation, compensation must be paid.

Ten tons of cargo is no small amount. Joaquin was sitting in a chair on the porch, pondering how to drive the car later, when several black armored Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars appeared at the gate of the manor.

The armed guards stopped the SUV and let it pass after a careful inspection.

Joaquin squinted at the cars through the smoke of his cigar.

It was not easy to gather representatives from several major families for the meeting this time.

After everyone joined forces to turn against us last year, a rift actually arose between them.

Competitors are enemies, and friction is inevitable between them.

Especially with the Gulf Group, they are almost becoming mortal enemies.

Joaquin judged that the head of the Gulf Group would not come in person, as they were afraid that he would be setting a Hongmen Banquet for him.

The Mercedes-Benz SUV stopped next to the large fountain in the yard, and a thin young man in his thirties got out of the car.

The people getting out of the other cars were tall and strong bodyguards. Each of them had tattoos all over his arms and even on his forehead.

"Little Leva!" Joaquin stood up from the wicker chair, walked down the steps with his arms open, and kissed the visitor on the cheek.

This person is none other than Leyva Jr., one of the two brothers who run the Leyva drug cartel. His brother is the head of the group, Leyva Sr.

There is no conflict between the Leyva Cartel and the Sinaloa Cartel, so they have a good relationship with each other.

"We haven't seen each other for almost a year. I miss you two so much."

"Mr. Joaquin, my brother has told me to tell you with great regret that he was too busy with his work and was unable to come. He wanted me to express his apologies to you."

Little Leva seemed very polite.

Joaquin put his hand on Leva's shoulder, and like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, they walked up the stairs together. As they walked, he said, "Actually, I know your brother is very busy. I heard that there are some new gangs that have emerged in your area recently and are very dishonest and causing chaos. But don't worry, if you need our help, please let me know, and I will give you my full support."

After a pause, he continued, "You two brothers, be careful. Even though those small gangs may not be very powerful at the moment, you think they dare to act so rampantly. There must be someone behind them supporting them. If I'm not mistaken, it's the CIA who's backing these bastards."

"That's true." Little Leva sniffed, looking sleepy. "Ever since we fell out with Mr. H last year, this kind of shit has been going on endlessly. With all the trouble at the border this time, I think he's behind it all. In my opinion, we should talk to him. At worst, we can talk it over."

"You can't say that."

Joaquin invited little Leyva to sit in the wicker chair opposite him while he also sat down opposite him.

"Mr. H is backed by those Langley guys. When they controlled drug sales here, they took at least half of the profits for funding. Since we formed our own group this year, how much has your group's profits increased? Why do we work so hard while they profit so easily? What does their subversive activities have to do with us? Why should we hand over all the goods to them for sale at low prices?"

As he spoke, Joaquin opened the cigar box in front of him, took out a cigar and handed it to Little Leva.

"Try it, it's good stuff."

Little Leva looked at the "King of Denmark" cigar, which was sparkling with gold foil and crystal under the light, smiled and took it.

"Mr. Joaquin's cigars are certainly not inferior."

"Little Leva, before they come, I want to talk to you about some personal matters first. Last time, your brother told me about the cooperation on that batch of goods, I have to delay it for a while."

"Hmm?" Little Leva paused in the air with his hand holding the cigar cutter. "Why is that?"

This cooperation is not about shipping together, but the Leva Group wants to borrow Joaquin's two large drug submarines to transport a batch of goods to Europe.

"Sigh..." Joaquin lay back in the wicker chair, puffing on his cigar as he spoke. "I didn't want this to happen. Things have been turbulent lately. One of my warehouses in the border area was raided by the Marines. All the channels into North America and Europe have been disrupted for some reason. The current transportation network has problems and is no longer reliable. Apart from anything else, even Barlotte just helped a Colombian armed group transport ten tons of goods, and he was caught by the DEA just after crossing the border. Ten tons! Ten tons are gone. Now the Colombians are furious and are forcing me to help them find Barlotte. This guy is in hiding. If I had known, I wouldn't have brokered this deal."

When he mentioned this, he became a little excited, waving his hands constantly, and the cigar between his fingers almost flew up.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)