Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 532: The Same Front
"What do you do for food?"

In his villa, Big Leva roared at his men like a mad dog.

"I've put a huge reward on his head, and no one has managed to kill him?! Who is this guy?!"

"That person's background is not simple..."

Leyva's men spoke cautiously, "According to the information we've found, he's the owner of a defense company with connections to the US military and the CIA. He even has his own special forces school in Venezuela. Rumor has it that the disbanding of the AUC in Colombia was also related to him."

"Is it the war between the ELN and the AUC?"

This time Big Leva was really surprised.

As a major drug lord in Mexico, he is certainly familiar with the situation in Colombia.

Because there are many Colombian drugs in the Mexican drug market.

After all, Mexico is adjacent to the United States, and the US-Mexico border is a very convenient drug trafficking channel. The best channel for Colombian drug traffickers to sell drugs to North America is to transit through Mexico.

It's not impossible to smuggle it yourself, but in that case you have to ship it by sea.

The American Coast Guard is no pushover. Even if drug-carrying submarines are used for sea transportation, not to mention the small quantity, the risks are much greater than going through the US-Mexico border, and the cost is much higher.

Therefore, Mexican drug traffickers and Colombian drug traffickers also have contact with each other and the relationship has always been good.

The number of people involved in that war reached tens of thousands.

It ultimately ended in the defeat of the AUC armed forces.

"Yes, boss."

Leyva da Leyva's men said: "I heard that he supported Molins of the ELN, so Molins won."

"wrong……"

Big Leyva interrupted his men.

"This is impossible!"

He frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "That time, it was the government army that was mainly involved, working with the AUC to eliminate the ELN armed forces. There were also rumors at the time that the US military was involved and that they supported the Colombian government army. If that is true, then Song Heping should be hostile to the US military. How could he be a CIA agent now?"

The subordinate also felt that the logic here was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but that's what the information dealer provided."

"What kind of information dealer! I think you've been deceived!"

Big Leyva was unhappy.

"Raise the reward to $2000 million! I want him dead!"

The subordinate nodded quickly: "Yes."

"What are you still standing here for?! Go do it!"

After his men left, Big Leva was still furious.

My younger brother is dead.

According to the news, he was killed by the police during a shootout after escaping from prison.

Then, out of the whole group of people, only the dwarf was still alive, and the rest were dead.

This puzzled Big Leva.

Are short guys just lucky?

He felt there was something fishy going on.

The current police spokesperson publicly stated on the program that these drug dealers were burned to ashes, but there is reason to suspect that they were already dead before the exchange of fire and explosion, because a bullet hole was found on a piece of remaining skull at the scene, which shows that they were shot directly through the head and died.

This made Big Leva not know which information to believe.

Which one is the truth?
The dwarf also called me and said he wanted to discuss cooperation.

Big Leyva has no interest in working with this guy.

Now he had nothing but anger and hatred towards the shorty.

If I hadn't sent my brother to attend the meeting at his villa, he probably wouldn't have been thrown into prison. If he hadn't been thrown into prison, he wouldn't be dead now.

How dare this short guy come to discuss cooperation?!
The two argued fiercely on the phone and finally parted on bad terms.

cooperate? !
Next life!

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw two cars driving in from the gate in the distance.

He knew his guests had arrived. Two bulletproof cars drove into the yard. Big Leva walked over quickly and stood beside the cars with his arms outstretched.

"Sanchez! My good brother!"

At this moment, Big Leva's face was full of smiles and enthusiasm, and the anger and gloominess just now had disappeared.

A Mexican man in his forties, slightly fat, with black hair and thick eyebrows got out of the car.

Seeing Big Leva, he smiled slightly and opened his arms.

The two hugged each other and kissed each other twice on the cheek.

“Thank you so much for coming in person.”

Big Leyva made a "please" gesture.

"Come here, we need to sit down and talk."

The person who came was Sanchez, the real boss of the Gulf Group.

The person he sent to attend the meeting at Dwarf Hill last time was his confidant, the third-in-command Lucas.

Now Lucas has gone to see God, and as a family member of a victim who lost his brother in the prison break, Big Leva sent an invitation, so of course he is willing to come and take a look.

In fact, before Sanchez came, he already knew what Leyva was going to talk about.

Now, not only himself, but also the other two families whose members had died suspected that this was related to the dwarf.

There's just no evidence.

Of course, sometimes wars between drug lords don't require evidence.

The two of them sat in the living room of the villa.

Big Leyva personally lit the cigar for Sanchez.

Sanchez smiled knowingly.

The Leva brothers were notoriously unruly.

Asking the older brother to light the cigarette himself is obviously a gesture of asking for help.

"Come on, Big Leva. You and I are both smart people, and the police are keeping a close eye on us right now. I don't want to stay here for long. Just tell me what you want to say."

Leyva was delighted to see Sanchez didn't beat around the bush, so he got straight to the point. "I feel deeply for Lucas's death. Little Leyva is also dead. This matter needs an explanation. Shorty called me and said he had nothing to do with it. He reached the exit first and left. Then my brother and Lucas arrived, and the police arrived too. They all died in the crossfire."

As he spoke, he poured a glass of wine and handed it to Sanchez.

"Do you believe what he said?"

Sanchez puffed his cigarette and said, "Shorty called me too and said pretty much the same thing you said. He denied having anything to do with him."

"Do you believe it?!" Big Leva picked up the wine glass and shook the ice inside.

Sanchez spread his hands: "I don't believe it, but I have no evidence."

"So many people are dead, and he's the only one left alive, and he's calling and pretending to want to work together again. I think this means he's back on track with the CIA and is going to be a coward," Leva said.

Sanchez said, "What are you going to do?"

Leyva said, "I've contacted Rubio and Omar, and they're willing to work with us to deal with Chapo. The problem is, they and I both want to hear your opinion. After all, the Gulf Cartel is very powerful. If you are willing to help us jointly deal with Chapo, then our chances of success will be very good."

Sanchez already had a plan in mind.

His own Gulf Group is indeed the only cartel organization among the five major families that can compete with the Sinaloa Group alone.

Moreover, there have been frictions in the past. They have fought for territory and fought for many years.

But later everyone was tired of fighting, and only after negotiations did they live in peace.

Of course, it was for this reason that Big Leva took the initiative to show goodwill and wanted to invite me to join.

"Of course I have to find out who's responsible for Lucas's fight, but that's a personal vendetta. When groups clash, many will die. And now that Barlotte is dead, it's said Shorty has taken over his network and installed a newcomer named Barrett as their leader. They control many secret passages along the US-Mexico border, and he controls at least 60% of the sales and smuggling network. If we fall out with him, how are we going to get our goods out?"

He quickly turned the subject to interests.

Fighting and killing are just a means.

The struggle for interests is the ultimate goal.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)