Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 533 Los Zetas Organization

"If everyone who died in this prison break was connected to Shorty, then do you think he's trustworthy? Remember before? He was the one who suggested we unite to fight the Americans, but what happened? We were all wiped out at the meeting he arranged."

Big Leyva grasped the key point of the matter and used it to remind Sanchez.

"You still want to talk to him about benefits now? Did he give you that opportunity?"

Sanchez was stunned by the question.

In fact, he didn't have a clue.

But of course he would not easily agree to Big Leva's request for cooperation.

Mexico is a complicated place.

There are hundreds of drug trafficking organizations of all sizes, and dozens of them can be classified as a group. Although the five major families including his own are currently the most powerful, there are grudges between them and everyone is on guard against each other.

The dwarf is not trustworthy.

But Big Leva might not be trustworthy either.

If he gets involved in the Puhaiwan Group, if he wins, he will fight to the death with the dwarf. Then it is not impossible that Leva will stab him in the back.

Trust is more precious than gold.

Seeing that Sanchez didn't say anything, Leyva seemed to guess the other party's concerns.

"Don't worry, all I want is your support. I'll lead the fight against the dwarf. When the time comes, we can unite and fight him. I'll contribute as much resources and manpower as you do. If you ever discover I have any ill intentions towards your territory, you can immediately withdraw from the alliance and tell the dwarf that I tricked you into doing this. Then the dwarf will definitely give up on you and focus on dealing with me. Isn't that right?"

His words touched Sanchez's heart.

It seems that since Big Leva's brother died, he is really determined to fight the dwarf to the death at all costs.

Among the people who died this time, the others were just confidants. For example, Lucas was the third in command of his own group and a close confidant, but compared with little Leva, he was nothing.

After all, they are blood relatives.

We are like brothers, and they are real brothers.

"Okay, as long as you're willing to take the lead, I can consider supporting you."

Sanchez finally spoke out.

Big Leva's face suddenly showed joy.

But Sanchez quickly raised his hand and said, "Don't be too happy. I just said I'd consider it, not that I agree now."

Big Leva's smile faded, and he asked hurriedly, "Why? What are you still worried about?"

"What are you worried about?" Sanchez said. "If we go to war with the dwarfs, we'll lose half of our channels to North America, and even our channels to Europe will be affected. It used to be Barlotti who managed all of this, but now his network has been taken over by the dwarfs. A war would mean a significant impact on our sales and shipping channels, and that would cost a lot of money."

"Don't worry about that! Channels are built up slowly. At worst, we can develop our own channels. Without Barlot's smuggling sales network, are we completely helpless?"

"That's easy to say. How many drug submarines do you have? Even if you buy them and start building them now, it will take at least a year to get the goods. And those secret passages along the border, even if you pay to dig new ones, isn't the time cost? And if a war breaks out, they will definitely keep an eye on us. If we intend to build new passages, do you think Shorty will use his traitor to inform the DEA?"

Sanchez expressed his concerns.

"We're both wealthy and powerful. Even though we still have some money, if drug sales are cut in half within a year or two, how are we going to support so many people? It's fine if you have fewer people, but I have hundreds of thousands of people under me, hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting to be fed and supported!"

Big Leyva understood.

It turns out that Sanchez was worried about this.

The strength of the Gulf Group has expanded rapidly in the past two years, and it is said that 130,000 people already rely on it for their livelihood.

These 130,000 people not only have to feed 130,000 mouths to feed, but also have to provide transportation, guns, ammunition, etc. The expenses are extremely high.

Losing too much drug sales at once would indeed be a serious blow to the company's vitality. However, Big Leva had already considered this.

"Don't worry, I've already considered your concerns." He said, "First of all, I've already made arrangements with the big guys in Colombia regarding the drug submarines. They have submarines over there, and as long as we buy from them, we can use their submarines, which can solve part of the problem."

"Secondly, although our channels have been reduced by half, we can increase the supply. Let me tell you, I've already convinced Ye Zhenli that he will provide us with more cannabinoids so that we can make more ice. Colombia has also agreed to provide us with more supply. By then, our losses should be recouped. What's more, even if the supply volume is not as high as before, as long as the supply is tight, we can still raise the price, right?"

"Um……"

Sanchez touched his big nose and thought for a long time.

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that what Big Leva said was feasible.

"Your idea seems good..."

He glanced at Big Leva and said, "It seems you have been planning this for a long time."

Big Leva's eyes immediately turned fierce. "Of course! My brother, who depended on me for everything, was killed by them in such an unclear way. I must avenge him!"

Finally, he added, "I think the whole thing is related to that Chinese man named Song. He must die!"

"Is that the Chinese guy you put a 10 million bounty on?"

"Yes."

"I heard he's a tough guy."

"Indeed, I sent several groups of assassins, but none of them succeeded."

After saying that, Big Leyva suddenly looked at Sanchez and stopped talking.

Sanchez knew that this guy must have something to ask for.

"You're staring at me like that, do you want me to help you with something again?"

"That's right. My men aren't up to the task, and none of the assassins out there can handle that guy named Song, so I'd like to ask you for a favor." Big Leva said bluntly, "Since we're planning on going after the short guy, would you mind borrowing your secret weapon?"

"Secret weapon?" Sanchez was slightly startled, then pretended to be confused: "What secret weapon?"

Big Leva reminded him cryptically, "Do you know what I want?"

Sanchez's face became serious. He looked at Big Leyva and said, "Just be quick, Big Leyva."

"Los Zetas," Leyva said. "You can mobilize them. I need their help."

Sanchez said, "You think this is an ordinary organization? I'm going to use it to fight Shorty?"

"No," Big Leva said. "My informant in the Barrett organization said that in three days, that Song and the short guy will take that Barrett guy to Raymont City and officially take over the entire smuggling organization there. This is a good opportunity to get rid of them both."

Sanchez hesitated and asked, "Is your source accurate?"

Big Leva said, "Of course it's accurate! I've had this informant for years, and I trust him."

Sanchez thought for a moment and said, "Thirty million dollars."

Big Leva frowned and said, "What?"

"Los Zetas's work is expensive." Sanchez sneered, "Good things are never cheap."

Big Leva thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)