The two of them held their breath as they looked their heads over, both eyes glowing green in the darkness.

"It's me." A hand was raised from the bed not far away, and when he fixed his eyes, it was Natru.

That guy didn't feel good either, and was pulled out to take special care of him, because he was the leading big brother...

Half of Tru's face was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes were torn, and his voice was a little leaky, and after looking around, he carefully came down from the top bunk, covered his chest, walked over, sat on the bed with his buttocks, and lowered his voice, "Do you want to run?" ”

Peter and Toombs looked at each other, "You have a way?" ”

"Nope..."

What the hell are you talking about!

Peter found that none of them were reliable, and the soldiers outside the Lamesa prison wished that someone would run, and a single bullet would solve the problem.

"Is there any way you can get the word out?" Tumbs asked with a slightly calmer personality and a frown.

Tru twisted his ass and glanced left and right a few times, "There is a way, I saw a policeman, who was the object of our organization's bribery, he is our person, and he can help deliver the letter." ”

Tumus and Peter glanced at each other, breathless.

……

Gao Jun naturally didn't know about the things in Lamesa Prison.

At this point, he was watching Juan gulp down his food, as if he wanted to burrow his head into the pasta.

"Huh~" Suddenly, he raised his head, and after burping, he touched his stomach, but then he was embarrassed, smiled at Gao Jun, and explained, "Huh? It's been a long time since I've had enough. ”

"For a long time?" Gao Jun held a cigarette and emphasized.

"Yes, since my parents died." Juan nodded, stirring the pasta with his knife and fork, in a gloomy mood.

"Those are all unhappy, you have to look forward and tell me, has anything happened in Mexico lately?" Gao Jun didn't bother to see the other party's sad look, so he directly diverted the topic, "Talk about something I'm interested in." ”

Juan tilted his head, thinking, "Before the Lamesa prison..."

"I know this, change it, man." Gao Jun just waited for the other party to say halfway before he interrupted, waved his hands, and stared at him with both eyes, "You don't even have a little bit of information I want to know, it will make me feel that you are useless." ”

Juan's face became ugly, but then he was terrified, he had seen too many so-called rich people in Mexico, and they were ruthless, and if there was no use value, there would be several or even a dozen more corpses in the Gulf of Mexico every day. He didn't understand what Gao Jun was doing, but he certainly wasn't doing any serious business, his lips trembled slightly, and he tried to suppress his brain from running rapidly.

Of course, Gao Jun didn't know what Juan was doing in his heart, he just glanced at the other party and looked at his watch a little impatiently.

"That's right! Four days ago, Francis. Gallup was killed! Juan looked up as if he thought of something.

"Francis. Gallup? Gao Jun paused, "Who is that?" ”

Juan looked slightly embarrassed, and after a moment of silence, he explained, "He is the largest private arms dealer in Mexico, and nearly 20 flour organizations, including the Seta Group and the Gulf Group, have purchased weapons from him, and moreover, they also include heavy weapons and tanks. ”

"Oh?"

As soon as he heard that it was a companion, Gao Jun sat up straight, "Tell me about him." ”

Juan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the boss was happy, sorted out the language, he said, "Francis is Mexican, 65 years old, previously served in the French Foreign Legion, participated in the African war, and later heard that he studied business administration at the University of Washington in the United States, and after graduation, he was already 40 years old, joined the German firearms group HK, as the general distributor in Mexico..."

From Juan's mouth, Gao Jun knew a rough idea, Francis. Gallup has been entrenched in Mexico for nearly 30 years, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is more like an emperor in this place, older than many flour conglomerates, and this guy first sold weapons to Colombia, but when he felt that flour was also a good business, he resolutely started this business in China, so, it is no exaggeration to say that in addition to being an arms dealer, Francis is also the "godfather of flour" in Mexico! ”

Day and night belong to Francis. Gallup!

A real dictator in Mexico.

Of course, these are the names that others give him.

"You say he was killed?" Gao Jun frowned and asked, "In Mexico?" ”

"Yes, four days ago, his convoy was ambushed outside Mexico City, killing 78 people, including his family, and the police found Gatling gun bullets at the scene, as well as the wreckage of a small drone... It was a conspiracy assassination. Juan has a flair for storytelling, and when his voice darkens, it seems that there is a huge net at work.

In fact, the most strange thing is that after his accident, the top five flour organizations in Mexico seemed to be dumb at the same time, they didn't say anything, and the Seta group, known as the "godson of Francis", only thought it was just an "accident!" "So, many people think that it is the old guy who has lived too long and hindered their way to riches, so, kill him!" Juan excitedly stuck his knife and fork in the pasta, his eyes lit up, and at this time, he did not know that he was only a teenager.

But Gao Jun smelled something different.

Francis is dead...

Isn't that the Mexican arms business preparing to restructure?

Gao Jun's face flushed instantly, and he pressed his hands hard, staring at Juan, "Is this news reliable?" ”

Juan heard the slight excitement in his tone, and didn't know why, but he still nodded, "At that time, when Francis's body was transported by the police, I saw it, even if it was broken, I could know that it was him." ”

When Gao Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he just looked at Juan like this, and then he was stared at with goosebumps all over his body.

"Do you want to get rich?"

"Huh?" Juan was stunned.

"Do me a favor, I'll give you $200,000 after the incident, and if you want to study, I can even help you apply for U.S. citizenship and go to Santa Monica University for further study, of course, provided that you satisfy me."

Green card?

$200,000?

Study?

Did God really begin to have mercy on him?

Juan was short of breath, clenched his fists, and was surging with excitement in his heart, but his experience since he was a child made him understand that all the gains need to be paid accordingly, and the other party can open such a big reward, obviously... It's a tricky task, and it doesn't have to be even a small loss of life when the time comes.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked with a deep breath.

Gao Jun glanced at the other party with interest, if he was in Juan's position, he might not be able to behave so calmly.

"You should have someone you know in Mexico City, help me get the word out."

Juan stared at him, gesturing with his eyes to continue.

"If you find someone and tell them that there is an arms dealer from the United States who is selling arms on a large scale, no matter how much they have, and that the price is cheap, and tell them... If there is money, so can strategic weapons. ”

"You... Are you a warmonger? Juan's eyes widened.

"No, I'm just a businessman, a peace-loving businessman."

……