"There were three cars passing through here. ”

Isabella had a subordinate who was of mixed Indian and Chinese descent, and his maternal grandfather was an Indian hunter who was extremely good at tracking in the wild. This subordinate, Quedoga Chen, looked very thin, as if he couldn't even carry the M4 carbine on his shoulder, and was only in his early 20s, but he looked very old, like he was in his 40s. He seldom spoke to others, but he had great reverence for Isabella, and when Isabella asked him to examine the wheel prints, he quickly said to Isabella as he said as if he had words in his mouth:

"There are two cars with almost identical tire prints, they are the same off-road vehicle, the wheels should be very new, the tires are very wide, I guess it is a very high-end off-road vehicle. There was also a supposedly pickup truck, with double-row rear wheels, a heavy body that weighed deep in the mud. He looked at Isabella and said, "It's probably the Mercedes truck we met earlier." ”

Quedoga spoke Portuguese with a strong accent, and the people who were Cha Tusheng naturally couldn't understand what he was saying, but just looked at him and seemed to have a conclusion about those wheel prints, so Cha Tusheng asked, "What did he say? What about these wheel prints?"

Isabella glanced at him, she didn't need to translate this sentence, she just said coldly: "My previous judgment may have been wrong, we should not have met the police in Casillas, it may be those archaeologists who have nothing to do after eating." But whoever they are, if we encounter them again, we must kill them. Let's go, let's go to the ruins, the seller is almost there. ”

After speaking, she asked the Chinese young man who was following her to translate for Cha Tusheng and them, boarded the car herself, and ordered the team to move forward. The convoy followed the wheel prints left in front of it and headed into the jungle, but when it passed a creek, the wheel prints in front were gone. Isabella stopped the group again, and stepped on the footrest on the side of the car to look, the jungle was quiet, but in the lower reaches of the stream, there were some birds fluttering and flying.

"Kikap, you take a few people down the stream to see if the previous ones have also come here, and if they do, keep an eye on them, and if anything, kill them. ”

Cha Tusheng walked over, listened to the translation, and said to Isabella with a smile: "The eldest lady is very suspicious, since you think it may be an archaeologist passing by, as long as they don't bump into our transaction, there is no need to kill them all, right?"

Isabella looked at Cha Tusheng coldly, listened to the translator's words, and said, "You still care about others, I think you are still ......" Speaking of this, she said in stiff Chinese, "You better ask for more blessings for yourself" and then changed back to Portuguese and continued: "In comparison, I have no sense of trust in you, and if it wasn't for the decision made by the elders of the gang, I would never cooperate with you." And you'd better deal honestly and don't play any black and black ideas, drug dealers in Brazil are definitely different from what you think. ”

With that, she waved her three men down the stream in search of the vanished vehicle. But just as the three men were about to take the order and leave, Cha Tusheng waved his hand and shouted, "Slow!"

Isabella turned her head to look at him in displeasure, her men also had a bad opinion of Cha Tusheng, they all put their hands on the guns they carried, as long as the eldest lady had an order, they didn't mind killing these people. Although the boxes they brought with them to contain money had passwords, it was a big deal to split the boxes, who wouldn't be able to eat black?

Cha Tusheng couldn't understand Portuguese, but he could understand the eyes of these people, he smiled, and said very freely: "If you want to eat black, it's useless, no one can open the cash box without a password, if you come hard, the box will explode, and you don't want to get any of you." ”

Isabella asked dissatisfiedly, "What do you want to say?"

Cha Tusheng said: "You are going to send someone out, how do I know that you didn't ask them to notify the police?"

Isabella listened to the translation and said, "Then it's up to you, they may not be the police, or they may be, if you don't solve them, who is the one who has a problem?"

Cha Tusheng said, "It's good to send my people." There were only four of them, and then he turned his head and one of his men came out. This is a man who looks plain and silent along the way, but his eyes are full of murder. He did not carry a gun, and the weapon he carried with him was a Tang knife that only wrapped the handle with adhesive tape. The blade of the Tang knife is made of matte material, and it will not reflect when it looks like the fog is heavy, but it is very sharp at a glance.

Isabella, of course, didn't ask what would happen if Cha Tusheng sent someone to inform the police, but just snorted and got into her car. got into the car, but couldn't help but watch the man with the Tang knife disappear downstream of the stream.

Cha Tusheng and the two remaining men also returned to their own cars, each carrying a lockbox in their hands, which was chained to them. The cars they drive are also modified, and once the deal is complete, they drive to a pre-arranged place to transfer the goods out. They want a lot of goods this time, this business is no better than others, do it once to be enough, long-term cooperation or something, whether it is a buyer or a seller will not think much, after all, the variables are too big.

The absence of one person in the convoy didn't seem to have any effect. They continued along the rugged and deserted abandoned road in the jungle, and in a short time they came to a clearing in the dense forest. The clearing was huge, surrounded by mountains and dense forests, and it was like coming to the bottom of a huge sinkhole.

In the middle of the sinkhole, there are the remains of three temples arranged in a zigzag pattern. In a pile of rubble overgrown with weeds, the original temple looked like, and non-professionals could not see anything. These drug dealers don't care what kind of civilization it has created, but there are some cars parked scattered on an open flat land in front of the ruins. With the arrival of Cha Tusheng and others, a group of people have walked out from behind the car.

The leader of the group was a bearded white blond man, the kind of man who looked like a colonist of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries if he had changed into a retro military uniform, but at this time he was wearing a floral shirt and looked like a cynical dandy.

"Isabella, you're too late. When the white man in the flower shirt saw Isabella, he greeted him enthusiastically from afar, and said with some exaggeration: "I haven't seen you for a long time, my little baby is getting plump and beautiful." When this deal is over, I can take you out of this hellish place, and let's go to the United States, or Canada, to enjoy modern civilization. You know what? I'm fed up with the mosquitoes and snakes of the South American jungles, and the shriveled indigenous women of Rufang. ”

Isabella looked at the white man coldly, turned sideways and asked Cha Tusheng to come forward, and said, "Mendes, the transaction is between you, and I just need to take our fair share of the commission." By the way, this guy is nicknamed Coyote, and he's going to pay a lot of money to make your eyes red. ”

The white man named Mendez squinted at Cha Tusheng and asked in English, "The three of you will come to my territory to make a deal with me?"

Cha Tusheng can understand some English, and he himself said in broken English: "I am a buyer, and I am a buyer who can bring you a huge profit, I can only buy from you once, but you must want the transaction to last for a long time more than me." After all, if your goods can't be sold at a good price, it will be a loss for you. ”

Mendes looked at Cha Tusheng and said, "I'm going to look at the money first." ”

Cha Tusheng shook his finger and said, "First goods, this is the rule of the industry." ”

At this time, Isabella, as the middleman, seemed to have nothing to do, she took her own people to stand aside, waiting for the buyer and seller to trade on their own, as she said, as long as the transaction is completed, she will get the commission she should get. The elders of the gang hope to connect the buyers and sellers, and they can also get enough benefits from it. Although she didn't think much of the elders' wishful thinking, she could only carry out the plans they had made.

Isabella was sitting on the hood of her car, playing with the silver Desert Eagle, waiting for the buyer and seller to bargain. It has to be said that the situation is favorable to the Cha Tusheng gang with only 3 people, because the price they offer is much higher than that of local drug dealers in South America. Of course, their requirements are much higher, but the profit from this sale is a staggering amount for both buyers and sellers, so they take risks at all costs.

In the whole world, this is almost the most profitable business, and the only thing that can compare with it is probably only arms.

The process of bargaining is always less pleasant, but it doesn't take long for the buyer and seller to seem like they're about to come to an agreement. Isabella looked at them, her eyes looking southeast when others weren't looking. It was the direction in which the subordinate of Cha Tusheng had traveled along the stream, and the downstream of the stream, just behind this ruin, was separated by the ruins of several temples and endless barren grass, but if you were to count the distance in a straight line, it would be about a few kilometers. If you can remove these ruins and wild grass, you can see with the naked eye what is happening several kilometers away.

Although Cha Tusheng only sent one person, the man with the knife made Isabella feel a very sharp sense of oppression. Such a person is very scary.

But what is she afraid of?

Turning his head, the deal seemed to be over, and the entire bed of a pickup truck was stacked with layers of pockets. Now, Mendez's men are carrying the pockets to their own cars under the supervision of Tusheng's men, while Mendez's men are counting the banknotes one by one, and from time to time they check the authenticity of the banknotes.

And Isabella is about to get their gang's commission, but there is no smile on her face.

Suddenly, in the dense forest around the entire ruins, countless birds flew into the sky.