Now this society wants to check the individual, it is too simple.

That is, more than an hour, Xue Valier's intelligence information has been placed in front of Tang Dao.

He took the cigarette and opened it in no hurry, but became slow and methodical, his fingers tapped on the side of the ashtray, picked up a biscuit on the table, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, and then spread it out unhurriedly.

Marcus. Shevalier, Mexican-American, owner of a supermarket chain in Miami, secretary of the local Chamber of Commerce, director of the Mexican Club of Miami...

There are a lot of names, but in fact, they are all fictitious positions, and there are not many tables in Tang Dao, this so-called hometown association is a combination of interests to a certain extent, but the Mexican hometown association?

As if joking, aren't you discussing together how to ask grandpa to tell grandma to sell it for free on the hour?

The Mexican-American group is still in an awkward position on Eagle Sauce's turf.

But this information will be Marcus. The list of Shevalier's relationships was spread out, and he was with Jeremy. Beverly is a cousin and the latter belongs to the Miami consortium!

That's interesting!

"Are these scavengers planning to get wool from me?" When Tang Dao saw this relationship, he smiled and said to the little angel.

But the little angel clearly felt the anger of the boss! He just lowered his head and didn't speak, but pricked up his ears to listen to Tang Dao's next command.

The difference between the Miami consortium and Boston, Washington and other local consortia is that he is very LOW!

Others are more or less related to the military industry, subsidiaries are involved in many industries, and the former is in the retail industry, about 45% of the supermarket chains in the United States are occupied by Miami consortiums, these people are largely not "player" groups at all, they are just selling scraps.

But that's the kind of person who came to the Savior-A consortium to touch it?

Tang Dao roughly understood what the other party's goal was.

Snatching the military weapons business from its hands, and then achieving a stepping stone into a higher society, realizing the cultural revival of the entire consortium again, and turning the interests of capital from leftovers into a big cake.

Fack!

But why not go to Morgan? The Grumman Aircraft Company under his command is the world's third largest military industrial enterprise, one of the manufacturers of Eagle Sauce's aircraft carriers and fighter jets, and this annual output value does not need to be announced to the public.

Don't you think you're a bully?

Tang Dao frowned, his cheeks twitched, and he smoked his cigar contemplatively, smoke coming out of his nostrils.

"Plug me in his latest whereabouts." After about three or four minutes, Tang Dao spoke, and pressed the unfinished half of the cigar on Marcus. On Shevalier's name, the paper suddenly burst into a small flame, and he looked up at the little angel.

"Understood." The little angel nodded, "Namavel..."

"Let the Gregory people solve it, we are merchants, and we can't do such a thing as throwing the sea."

Tang Dao said as he looked at the monitoring feedback on the screen, this monopoly industry is the most profitable, and everyone understands that when new interest groups come in, the old and rotten old world will be overthrown.

He didn't want to be such a person, but the people of the old world considered him a heretic.

Marvir hung his head, he had just given him a small sandwich, which finally made him fill his stomach.

But this time made people more and more frightened, and he struggled for a long time, but there was no help except physical pain.

Chirping~

The door behind him was pushed open, making a "scream", but Marville's body couldn't help but tremble, and subconsciously clenched his fists, under the tension, the muscle groups will make a protective state, his side face twitched slightly, and the originally calm breathing also disrupted the rhythm.

He tried to open his eyes, and from the reflected shadow, he could see clearly that a man with five big and three thick looks was slowly walking behind him, holding something like a stick in his hand, but judging from the way his shadow waved, it was obviously a little heavy.

When the other party stood behind him, he raised it and slashed down fiercely, and he could hear the sound of it.

Marville felt it!

This... It's a wrench.

In the next second, the whole world was plunged into darkness.

……

Miami!

Located in the fourth-largest metropolitan area in the Northeast, the hustle and bustle of more than four million people has made the city the fourth richest individual in the world.

But again, because of the local Latino ethnic group, the security of the place itself is very problematic, when Miami was founded on July 28, 1896, it was only a small city with 344 citizens. villages, of which 23 are white and 181 are black.

A Grand Theft Auto Vice City is said to be based on Miami.

The complexity of the city cannot be written down in a single stroke, and the ethnicity and beliefs here cannot be covered in a few words.

Just remember this place...

Poor B is not welcome!

Of course, for the wealthy, nightlife is for chic.

Marcus. Shevalier was clearly one of them, of Mexican descent, who was able to set up a supermarket chain in the area, with an annual turnover of several million dollars, in addition to his own ability, and his cousin was from a local consortium, and he had a standard Latin American face, a large build, and a tattoo on his right cheek from the neck, like a person's name.

And because he has a reputation for his lavish work in several bars, "Sphinx" (Sphinx) Of course, I heard that this nickname was first shouted by a few young ladies...

It's past one o'clock in the morning.

Marcus came out of the bar again. Shevalier was full of alcohol, laughing with the blonde who came out on loan next to him, got into a Ferrari sports car, didn't even send a seat belt, just burped, and looked at each other obscenely, "Baby, let you feel what it means to speed up!" ”

The blonde was also half-drunk and laughed like a bell.

Rumble!!

The Ferrari's throttle shook, and the angry scolding of passers-by drove away.

A person walked out from behind a fountain rockery next to him, with a camera around his neck, looking at Marcus in the distance. Shevalier, the corners of his mouth raised, $50 in hand.

Marcus. Shevalier drank so much that he didn't know what sanity was.

ran four or five red lights in a row, and the girl next to her screamed and threw ** out of the window, and even wanted to stick her head out, this dangerous action stimulated the cerebral cortex of the former even more, and alcohol is the most irrational thing that can make people lose their minds.

He was even a little impatient to do something ****.

Just when he just stretched out his hand, this Ferrari suddenly shook, and the chassis that was already low seemed to be hanging on something, and the pressure on the steering wheel was instantaneous. Shevalier wanted to catch it, but how could the runaway beast be leveled with his hands?

He gritted his teeth and subconsciously braked urgently!

Well, the girl who had just stuck her head out and didn't send her seat belt was suddenly torn apart like a leaf in the sea! Because of inertia, it flew out directly, and the body rolled on the ground several times, and the most terrifying thing was that Ferrari did not stop at the first time, and pressed directly on the girl's body.

The prostheses are all blown up!

In the end, the car still lost control and hit the fire hydrant next to it, and the water rushed up at once, extinguishing the Ferrari that was about to explode because of anger, but this time it was still miserable.

The ground was stained with blood.

Marcus. Shevalier was lying on the steering wheel, his eyes widened, the broken glass piercing his face, and his chest striking the steering wheel, clearly dented.

The price of drunk driving!

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