"La Mesa Prison?"

Gao Jun also received the news from Soros for the first time, and he was relieved, as long as he found someone, it means that Peter and the others are not dead, this is the best news, prison? Have you ever seen a prison in a capitalist society that can hold the rich?

The first thing you do when you have money is to learn to trample on their laws, and that's the point!

He, Gao Jun, has money.

Unexpectedly, it always appears at the first time, and a current event is suddenly inserted on the large-inch TV in the room.

"Now insert an urgent news that there was a large-scale clash in the La Mesa prison in Tijuana, Mexico, and the police finally used helicopters, tear gas and other weapons of mass destruction to suppress it, and it is known that the death toll is 113 people, and more than 700 people were injured, and we are still tracking it in the future...", the reporter in a chest-length dress on the TV said with a serious face.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Book me a plane ticket to Mexico." About three or five minutes later, Gao Jun spoke.

"Boss, do you need to transfer someone from the Middle East or Africa base?" Sosfia was a little worried, "That place in Mexico..."

As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by Gao Jun, who looked directly at the TV, and could still see the tragic scenes on it, and even the narrator said that this riot was the most serious one in the millennium of La Mesa Prison, and the corpses were wrapped in body bags and pulled out.

"No, you call Mr. Soros and say, I'm going to Mexico, please arrange it for him, and then find a way to bring some guys over, there are no guns in that place, I really don't feel at ease.

Seeing that the boss had already decided, Sosphia could only obey, and after nodding, he went out and walked to the door.

Gao Jun stood in front of the mirror, tidied up his clothes, walked to the window, looked down, stared at a brown MIMI, just took a deep look, and then closed the curtains.

The car has been parked here for three days...

I don't know how to change one, and I don't give others passion at all.

…

At this time, the well-known clubhouse in Chicago, "Cashcow!" Accompanied by soft music, several well-dressed pairs of successful people shake their bodies on the dance floor, this is a rich and wealthy place, there are four floors, where you can feel the treatment of a king, the entrance fee is close to 20,000 US dollars, and... It also depends on personal influence.

It is rumored that this is a tool of the Chicago plutocracy to rally forces, of course, who knows?

On a sofa in the corner of the second floor of the clubhouse, Britt crossed Erlang's legs and toasted with Hefner, took a slight sip, put down the wine glass, and said with a smile, "Mr. Hefner called me to come, but he didn't come to dance." ”

"I'm not interested in dancing, I'm only interested in women, but now I'm afraid I'm going to add another Gao Jun." Hefner's words were a little ambiguous, and he licked his tongue, and he leaned back and said bluntly, "What kind of person do you think he is?" ”

Belite didn't rush to answer, just thought in his mind what Hefner wanted to know.

"He has at least basic morals, I haven't known him for long, I can't tell if he is a person, but I think it's much better than that garbage."

The garbage here is Adolf. Hench!

Belite had seen each other before, that guy was so cross-lined, with more than 20 bodyguards, that posture... Comparable to the president of the United States, the most important thing is that he can always anger people when he speaks, he believes that the lack of weapons in the United States is a manifestation of having no right to speak, and they should buy more automatic weapons to protect their rights.

This was commented by the American media as "the stupidest thing." ”

Even many congressmen are unhappy with him, but he is still alive and well, and he seems to have made a big move recently, even if he is remembered by the FBI, he will not forget to go crazy.

"Really?" Hefner smiled meaningfully, "But I always felt that he was sometimes colder than Adolf, he never had any identity or gender in his eyes, and as long as you stopped him from making money, his bullets would pierce your head." ”

Hefner was not untargeted, he had studied the history of Gao Jun's fortune.

In particular, his participation in Soros's internal family strife in Spain can be called textbook ruthlessness, and, most importantly, Hefner's personal intuition always feels that the death of Soros Sr... It's not that simple, of course, this is just his guess or it can be said that YY, he will definitely not say it, he is old, there is no need to find death for himself.

Gao Jun's character will not let those who know the secret live for a long time.

Bailit shrugged, "This society is that people eat people, if you don't want to be eaten, then you have to find a behemoth." ”

"Oh?" Hefner straightened up, his hands folded, "You're going to follow him?" ”

"It's better to have one more friend than one stranger."

"Then do you know that you will be in direct conflict with Adolphus like this!"

Bailitt was quiet for a while, looked at the lights in the distance, raised his wine glass, leaned slightly, and lowered his voice, "I learned about Gao Jun's phone from the telecommunications department, and I found that he once made a call to Washington, D.C., through the base station received nearby, I found that it was on Penn Street in Wuxingteng Special Administrative Region, and that area belongs to the core area, and the FBI is there." ”

Hefner's cloudy eyes widened in disbelief, "You're spying on him?" ”

"No, it's not called surveillance, I just want to get to know my future partners better." Of course, Belite denied it, and found a crooked reason, the Americans can always say that the black is white.

This guy is not honest, he has a kind looking face, in fact, this little action is very skillful.

"The HWP Group is going to be in Santa Monica, with Soros and Faiser behind him, and this is a futuristic aircraft carrier, and this is the opportunity that is in front of us. Mr. Hefner, now, we can use our own strength to do personal favors for HWP, and perhaps, in the future, we will have a hundred and eighty times more gains. "Belite actually started to pull the other party on the boat.

"Aircraft carriers?" Hefner pursed his lips slightly, "But it will sink too!" ”

The foundation of the HWP group is too short, he lacks connections, lacks a group of interests, lacks a group of people to eat around him, just like several major arms dealers in the United States, directly promoting the clarion call of war, even if it cannot be said that they control the United States, but it can also be said that they drive the United States because they are tied to countless interests, not to mention the deeper, such as the "Ox Blood Society", "Skull Society" and so on...

This world, when he existed, had actually begun to be divided among others, and those who could really start from scratch were simply illegitimate children of God!

Hefner had seen too many examples of this, he had seen countless geniuses, but those geniuses were either assimilated by some people, or disappeared for no reason, maybe not death, maybe just a permanent loss of freedom.

Therefore, he is not very convinced that HWP Group can go far in the United States.

"But we're merchants, aren't we? The most fundamental thing for a businessman is to use all capital to participate in a success, including life, isn't it? Beverit's voice was a little louder, and the startled Hefner couldn't help but whisper to him, and he saw that someone had forgotten not far away, and frowned, "Speak softly, idiot!" ”

Bailit was embarrassed, he still maintained the madness of his college days, waved his hand apologetically, pointed to his chest, and whispered, "Others say that my assets are close to hundreds of millions of dollars, and they think I am rich, but only I know that I am just a clown, I may not have a rich African chief, I am not yet 60 years old, I am not reconciled." ”

Ambition!

Greedy!

Momentum!

These are the three fuels that move people forward.

Some people always feel that they should die for their careers, and all they want to embody is their own value.

Hefner looked deeply at Pellet, he was crazy...

He didn't know why the other party believed in the Chinese so much, but obviously, no matter how much he persuaded himself, it was just a pure waste of saliva, and in Bailit's hopeful eyes, Hefner finally shook his head, "I'm sorry, Bailit, I don't want to participate in this matter, I'm old, I don't have many years to enjoy anymore, I don't want to waste time elsewhere, and..."

Hefner paused, fingers tucked, "I don't want to make trouble for my family." ”

Bailit's eyes darkened, a little lost, but obviously this was also within his expectations, he didn't force it, and raised his wine glass, "Only God knows whether the choice is right or wrong, but can I use my personal relationship to trouble you to help me with something?" ”

"Huh?" Hefner wondered.

"I want to give Mr. Gao a gift." Belite also hung up a bit of suspense.

……

Peter was very tired, the wound he had been tossed a little recurred, it hurt, his face was convulsed, he stripped naked, and stood in line for someone else to check.

Obviously, this conflict stimulated the bottom line of the Mexican government, they not only transferred special forces, but also brought in five tanks, but also confiscated flour, weapons, and banknotes hidden in the prison. Is it really a prison?

Are you sure it's not a sanatorium?

There are even a few inflatable dolls with shoddy workmanship.

"Turn around!" Suddenly, as if something was happening in front of him, the inspectors shouted loudly, and the armed men on both sides also raised their weapons, Peter looked at it suspiciously, and saw a strong man with a full beard, both nearly 190 cm tall, staring at the bull's eye, unconvinced, that is, refusing to cooperate, one of the inspectors saw this, and was about to push him, but who knows, as soon as this hand touched, he was knocked down by a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall.

That action, clean and neat!

Even Peter couldn't help but praise him, looking at the appearance of the strong man, he had obviously practiced.

"Oh no, that guy... Crazy again. Tru, who was standing in front of him, underestimated twice.

"You know him?" Peter's voice was a little hoarse due to blood loss.

"Of course." Tru nodded, looked at the strong man who was clapping his chest and roaring in a low voice, covering his mouth, "His name is Desmond, nickname, Bull, his brain... It's a bit hard to make. ”

Bull?

Idiot?

Peter raised his eyes and looked, that guy was really fierce, he put his bare hands on the two armed men, and the other policemen saw that the situation was wrong, so they decisively aimed at the thigh and shot, this is also a human being, how can it not hurt, he stumbled under his feet and lay on the ground, and the people on the side hurriedly rushed up and injected him with a tranquilizer!

The struggling body slowly went limp.

"I've heard that bulls were raised by bears before," Trutu said.

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