132, Xiaoxiong met

The bodyguards in the corner of the bar sat down again, and they saw that in addition to the two strong men just now, they also saw several men in suits standing at the same time as them, who should be the bodyguards of the other guests. This made Vaux's bodyguards even more vigilant.

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?" Volksa took a casual sip of his wine, "Our engineers told me that hexavalent chromium is extremely destructive to the environment. ”

Gordon has long been accustomed to Volks' whimsical leapfrog thinking and linguistic organization. But he didn't answer immediately, but thought carefully for a moment before nodding.

"This way is feasible, I'll arrange it."

Volks' head in satisfaction. He really hoped that it would be great if this Gordon was really single-mindedly true to himself.

Looking at his watch, there was still one minute left in the morning, Volks's eyes were raised and glanced at the TV, the boxing match was almost over, the two sides fought well, but Volks's already knew the outcome of winning and losing. It's a good feeling of control. The person who made the appointment should also come, and Vaux wondered why the other party wanted to make an appointment at one o'clock in the morning, but it didn't matter, the other party's land was in the other party's hands.

"Boss, he's coming." Gordon's headphones were announced, and he looked up, propped his hands on the back of his chair, and gestured away.

"You don't have to pick it up, he'll go to his room and wait for us, I'll take you with me, I hope you can hear what we're talking about, and you can have a clearer plan for our future work? What do you think? The look on Volks' face was smiling.

"It's not good, Volks, you know too many secrets to live long." Gordon refused.

"How long can you live? Who can live forever? Volks' hand waved, indicating that it didn't matter.

"Boss, they're up." A young man with a pair of attractive ears, narrow eyes, and a thick neck hurried from the doorway, walked to the Volks' table, and whispered a few words to Volks. Volks, taking a sip of the wine on the table, followed behind the young bodyguard, while Gordon quickly put down the glass and strode to the front. In the bar, the other four bodyguards of Vaux also walked out one after another.

In the corridor outside the presidential suite on the 42nd floor, stood two large men, both with very short hair, armed vests, and loaded automatic rifles firmly in their hands. There were also two men in the same attire standing at the elevator door and the exit of the fire escape. There is only one elevator on this floor, and the hotel is not open to the public, because this is the treatment that Walliz and a famous person have paid a lot of money, and this guest does not come often, and only occasionally chooses to be here.

At 1:10 a.m., the elevator door opened, and four fully armed bodyguards walked out surrounded by a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man, who should be 190 centimeters tall and dressed very simply, a shirt that looked like a stall with a gray linen jacket, and homogeneous pants underneath. The middle-aged man's face is slightly chubby, his facial features are also very ordinary, and there are two perfectly groomed mustaches under the thick nose, but the brown eyes are like a bottomless abyss, bottomless.

Walked straight to the door of the suite, the two bodyguards went into the room first, checked again before letting the middle-aged man walk in, the door was quickly closed, and only two personal bodyguards and the middle-aged man were left in the suite. Everyone else was on guard in the hallway.

No way, many people have wanted the life of this middle-aged man recently, whether it is the government or the opponent on the road. So much so that middle-aged men did not dare to let their baby daughter leave their side to go to school in the UK, and they also strengthened the manpower to protect them 24 hours a day.

In less than two minutes, the elevator prompt sounded again, and although the bodyguards knew that the boss had made an appointment, they still raised the barrel of their guns vigilantly. When they saw the boss's henchman Diggle walking in the front, and then came out a middle-aged man with a big beard and gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a wide white linen shirt and brown linen pants, with a comfortable smile on his face, and another also wearing glasses, but his expression was much more old-fashioned, and his walking steps were very rigid, and the distance of almost every step seemed to be measured.

Diggle nodded to the bodyguards and strode towards the two guests to the suite. He was very thin, with an astonishingly large forehead, a high nose, and the tip of his nose looked like a machete, but his nickname was 'machete', but no one dared to call Diggle that way in person, because everyone knew that Digger was so thin because he used all his energy to calculate, and those who offended him were all calculated to death by him.

When the three of them walked into the room, the owner had already changed out of the ordinary-looking shirt and put on very comfortable loungewear, looking like a Mexican uncle who could be seen everywhere on the streets.

"Carlos Morello de Garner. My old friend, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you? As soon as the guests walked through the door, they opened their arms and hugged the hosts who greeted them.

"Oh, Vaux. Turan, my good brother. I'm fine," the host hugged the guest tightly, and both of them kissed each other on the face before holding hands and walking to the sofa and sitting down. Diggle had already mixed two glasses of wine from the wine cabinet and gently placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Carlos. Ghana, we haven't seen each other for many years, and I used to see your name on TV, but in recent years, I can't see that, should I admire you or be afraid of you? ”

After a few pleasantries and a sip of wine, Vaux looked at Garner, who was sitting very close to him, still holding his big thick hand on the back of his hand, and then looked at Diger, the secretary standing behind Garner, and said to Garner with a smile.

Diggle and Gordon, who were listening on the sidelines, were stunned, but Garner still maintained a warm smile on his face, patted Vokes on the shoulder with his big hand, and replied kindly.

"When the tiger comes out of the mountain, the wind is loud, and the leopard is silent when hunting, and I prefer the leopard, which is also the experience gained from Vaux. Look at you, well-known entrepreneur, philanthropist, right? Although we have different divisions of labor, the goods are the same, you, don't hurt our feelings with such words. ”

Vaux laughed, he knew what Garner was talking about. Before leaving Bogotá, Vaux had just signed a lucrative contract with Bogotá Provincial Telecommunications for a mobile phone business. This matter was arranged by Ghana, and Ghana said on the phone that it was a special birthday gift for Volks. But Vaux also knew that this was just a business that the old fox of Ghana couldn't do on his own, so he threw the boat to himself and sold himself a favor.

The relationship between the two was destined from the beginning to be just cooperation, some things, Ghana was in charge of the channel, Vaux was in charge of the supply, and some were the opposite. But what has always annoyed Vokes is the principle in Ghana's heart, such as that Ghana can sell arms, drugs, smuggle cars, and counterfeit money, but there are some things that Ghana resolutely does not touch. This makes Vaux a little ashamed of himself, there are few people in the world who know Vox's true identity, Ghana is one of them, and in front of Ghana, Vox always feels that he is transparent and has nothing to hide.

But Ghana is irreplaceable. He has few employees, but he is very professional, cruel and pervasive, seemingly mild-mannered but particularly vindictive. It is rumored that Ghana has a boy and a girl and two children, but no one has seen what they look like, in fact, Vaux knows that Ghana has only one daughter, and the significance of releasing rumors that he has a man and a woman is to attract the attention of the enemy to his non-existent son.

Such a person, Volks's heart is deeply jealous, but he can't let go.

"Just kidding, Ghana, thank you for your birthday present." Vaux raised the cup in his hand.

Garner, who had also taken a sip of wine, had a ruddy face and raised his hand to touch his beard, "Dear Vaux, I have a small gift for you." Our business puts us at risk every day, and this little thing can keep you alive in times of crisis. ”

With that, Garner motioned for Diggle to bring it up, a new shirt made of bulletproof material, about the same weight as a normal shirt, but causing negligible damage to long-range bullets. For Ghana, this is his birthday present to Vaux.

Vaux laughed, thanked Gordon and asked Garner tentatively, "Dear Garner, you have given me so many good things, how can I show my gratitude?" ”

"We are good brothers, how can good brothers say that gifts need to be reciprocated?" Garner's tone was very flat, and his voice was warm, like that of a farmer with farm tools talking to Vaux about his neighbors discussing this year's harvest.

"I've just got a little bit of a small deal to deal with, you know, I've always liked to take cash, but those finance companies have been getting higher and more insecure over the last few years, and I know you have a couple of offshore companies that deal with these things, and your pharmaceutical companies are doing very well, right? You see, can we also cooperate on this matter? ”

Looking up at an oil painting on the wall, Vaux pretended not to believe his ears and turned his head to look at Garner, and put the wine glass back on the coffee table, with a devastated expression on his face.

"Ghana, Ghana, how can you say that? I'm your brother, isn't this kind of thing my brother supposed to help? Leave it to me, okay? I'll take care of it for you," he shook his head sadly, "these things, you just have to tell me, it's not worth our meeting for this matter." ”

Seemingly pleased with Vaux's performance, Garner smiled and added wine to Vaux's glass and added half a glass to himself. He stood up from the couch with his wine glass in his hand and walked over to the bookshelf on the right wall, which was level with the ceiling and spanned the entire wall, in front of which was a large mahogany desk, empty except for a giant ashtray and a closed laptop.

Sitting in an expensive leather chair bought from Paris, Garner took a sip of his spirits, his eyes glancing at the monitors under his desk, and then his eyes were fixed on Volks, a smile of encouragement on his lips, encouraging him to say what he wanted to say.

"The other day my nephew died, poor Turan, his parents left us at a very young age, and you don't know how sad I am. For a moment, I almost had the thought of giving up on myself. Vaux, who was uncomfortable sitting on the couch, got up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the lights of the city center. Looking down from this location, there are no buildings of the same height within 3,000 meters nearby, which is indeed very safe. However, he thought, and his mouth did not stop.

Glancing at Garner, who was sitting behind his desk, and seeing that Garner was making a cross on his chest, Volks continued, "The guy who killed Turan was a Chinese, very cunning, and took some of Turan's personal belongings. But do you know Ghana, you can't believe it, my nephew is actually doing business with Kovalenko, and he paid Kovalenko a deposit of 50 million US dollars, just a deposit! ”

Probably thinking that his voice was a little too high, Vaux nodded apologetically to Garner and several other henchmen in the room, and coughed lightly, "Valenko, the robber, found me, and asked me to pay the rest of the money before telling me what my nephew traded with him, you say, this robber, how can this be like this?" ”

"White bears are indeed not so easy to mess with, cruel and greedy." After Garner finished speaking, he quickly drew a cross on his chest, not to speak ill of people behind his back, this is disrespectful to himself.

"Yes, 50 million is not a lot, and even I am willing to spend money to make friends with this Varenko." Volks, unbuttoning the top of his linen shirt and gasping for air as if he had been a little depressed, "The problem is, in this case, he was so disrespectful to me, demanding that I show up and ask me to give money. Do you think Vaux is old? Did Vaux lose all his teeth? ”

"It's a pity, Valenko doesn't have any business with me, and if he is willing to do business with me once or twice, then he will still respect my suggestion in the future." Garner met Vaux's gaze, nodded comfortingly, and then glanced at the display in the lower right again. The screen is still the same as it was, with the occasional car silently passing by, and on another screen two bodyguards standing in their cars and waiting faithfully.

With a sigh of relief, Vaux leaned back on the desk, and then felt uncomfortable, so he simply adjusted his posture and sat up, "Garner is the real good brother." But Ghana, Kovalenko's background, you know, their guys, but they are everywhere, and I can't guarantee that anyone around me was arranged by Kovalenko. ”

Garner laughed and waved his hand in the air, "I am very relieved, my brother, that everyone can stand the test. Valenko may be able to do it somewhere else, but in my place, he can't. When will you introduce me to Valenko? ”

Gordon, who was sitting on the couch, twitched imperceptibly almost simultaneously with Diggle's face, who was standing on the other side of the bookshelf.

"No problem. So, what are we talking about next? Volks, walking slowly to the back of the couch, picked up a newspaper from the flower stand at the entrance, glanced at it, and threw it back.

"Of course, Volks, I'll be happy to help you." Garner made an exaggerated gesture, but his body was still on the couch behind his desk, as if he was glued. "But, you know, it's too much trouble to transport the semi-finished product you gave me, and my engineer is dead, so should you think about it now and just give me the finished product? Of course, the price is negotiable, the price is negotiable. ”

On the couch, Gordon picked up a magazine on the coffee table, seemed attracted by the girl on the cover, and buried his head in serious research. Behind the couch, Diggle walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine, and raised his glass to the light to study what secrets were hidden in the amber drink.

"I'm in a little trouble with this problem." Vaux walked back to his desk and sat down on Garner's side.

"We're all going to have all kinds of problems, and if we get to it, we can solve it, right? What's wrong? Do you want to tell me that the factories in the Andes can't make anything? That's not a small problem. Garner laughed.

"Yes, indeed." Vaux blinked, one hand pressed against the desk, and his voice was deep.

The wall clock on the wall points to 1:44 a.m.

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