Early in the morning, Jerez slapped his cheek and woke up from his slumber, and he pushed the girl who was squeezed into the same bed as him from the cramped bed. With a bang, the girl woke up in pain, and she stood up a little dazed and looked at it, not knowing if she had fallen from the tumbling or what.

Jerez sat up, took five dollars from the clothes he had thrown on the side of the bed, and threw them at the woman's side, which was considered an overnight stay. The girls in Montel are very skilled, but the competition here is too great, and the prices are a little cheaper than some other places. This is still a choice for Jerez, if he is not so jealous, he can find a girl to spend the night for two or three dollars.

This does not mean that the girls earn less, in fact they do earn during the day.

The bedroom is not big, a very ordinary house, Jerez is in the smuggling business, naturally it is impossible to use the money exchanged for his life to buy property, it is not a shrewd investment behavior, it is purely looking for death, and he thinks that there is too much money. If something goes wrong, all his properties will be frozen, and the money invested in real estate will be ruined. He never made any such investments, and all his money was kept in the Imperial Commercial Bank.

Commercial banks are banks made up by the group of people in the General Chamber of Commerce, which is certainly much inferior to the central bank, but commercial banks have one good thing, that is, they never ask for customers' personal information. When you go to the counter in the bank, sit down, say that you want to open an account, and the counter clerk will give you an account, and then set a password or submit a token by yourself, and you can leave. The salesperson does not ask for any information during the whole process, which guarantees the safety of these funds.

At the same time, commercial banks do not have as many rules as the Imperial Central Bank, regardless of whether the account has been accessed or withdrawn in recent years, and whether the owner of the account is finished, anyway, as long as someone can provide a password or token, they will act in accordance with the rules and regulations. Unlike the central bank, if the head of the household dies and there is no heir, or the heir does not know about the account, the account will be cancelled without access for a certain period of time, and the money in the account will be transferred to a special account.

The bosses who kept their money in the Imperial Bank would go to jail if something went wrong, and the money they had exchanged for more than a dozen years of freedom would have become the bank's money after they came out of prison. If you want to get the money back, you can't say how difficult it is, the central bank will also take out the money after providing all the evidence, but the time, energy, financial resources, and connections consumed in it are not worth it at all.

This is also the reason why commercial banks have been able to emerge, at least they have achieved the "customer consideration" rule.

He has saved a lot of money in the past few years, with seven or eight hundred thousand, but he feels that it is not enough, he plans to wash his hands after collecting one million, find a slightly more pleasant place to get married and have children, and live a happy life in seclusion. In order to accomplish this as much as possible, he really only needs to give money over the years, and there is no goods that he dare not ship.

After washing his face, he walked to the sundries warehouse in the backyard, and looked at the five Gualts who were hanging from the beam, and he was much more sober. He slapped the men awake, and then took out a whip from a basin filled with seawater. The whips are made of long wooden strips the width of a finger, and the edges and corners are tied together, and a single whip can make people have several more blood marks on their bodies. In addition, this whip has been soaked in seawater, and the salt is sucked in, which makes people feel more painful.

"Still reluctant to speak?", his fierce gaze swept over the faces of the five people one by one, "As long as you tell me where the shipment came from and what the person in charge behind you is called, I will let you go and give you another sum of money to go where you want to go." He raised the whip in his hand and slammed it on the person closest to him.

The more he couldn't find out the details of these people, the more panicked Jerez actually became. The days of licking blood from the knife have passed, and he naturally knows that these people don't say what he wants, or because they have a very tight organization behind them, so they don't dare to say it, even in the face of death. Either that, or this group of people are all crazy, they are all extremists. He had seen both of them, and it was precisely because he had seen them that he was even more panicked, and he wanted to dig out what was behind them even more.

There is not much time left for him, and once the other party finds out about the problem, it is very likely to be a thunderbolt. He knew that the most important thing he should do at this time was to leave Montel with his brothers and find a new place, but he was not reconciled, and at the same time secretly hated himself for doing more at that time, to get these people into his own hands.

As a result, I came back in big trouble.

Many big and extremist organizations are raising money through smuggling, and he is just a small fight compared to those behemoths.

The man he had beaten snorted, rolled his eyes, and said nothing.

It's not that they don't want to say it, it's not that they really have some great faith and are willing to give, but they don't dare to say it, and at the same time Durin has promised them that he will rescue them if possible. If they said something they shouldn't have said, Doolin didn't say the consequences, but everyone knew what happened to betrayal.

Rather than slowly enjoying the pain and dying in the painful torment, it is better to die a happy death, at least not only will it not affect the family, but there will also be a generous pension.

Their hateful gaze made Jerez's heartstrings tremble slightly, and he pulled out a sharp knife half a foot long from his ankle, "I'm running out of patience, the next time I speak, I'll either answer the answer or die." ”

His gaze went back and forth over the faces of the five men, some looking at him calmly, some glaring at him angrily, but others avoiding his gaze! The young man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, a little younger than everyone else, and his gaze was a little evasive, and Jerez laughed. Death is indeed the best way to force people to change their will.

He admits that some people can face death without changing their faces, but not everyone does, and the tip of his knife is already aimed at the chest of the young man who can be his child, and gently plunges into it. A trail of blood slowly flowed from the wound along the edge of the sharp knife and dripped to the ground.

"Don't you want to say it?", the strength in Jerez's hand increased a little, the tip of the knife went in about a centimeter, and the blood flowed faster. The muscles and expressions on the big boy's face were twisting and twitching wildly, and he bit his lip tightly, tears pouring out of his eyes. He shook his head vigorously, and Jerez chuckled and pushed a little harder, more blades stabbing into the boy's muscles, and he grew more and more frightened.

He sobbed and pleaded, "Please......"

Jerez was unmoved, the blade went deep again, he looked up at the big boy, and met his gaze, "I can already feel the beating of my heart, and lo and behold, maybe next time, or the tip of the knife will pierce your heart, and then it will be too late to say even if you want to." But as he said this, he drew his sharp knife and asked the guard to untie the boy from the beam, "Let's talk alone!"

He dragged the boy by the arm and dragged him out of the warehouse, leaving the four with extremely ugly faces, but there seemed to be a sense of relief in their eyes.

They hoped that their companion would not say it, but deep down there was a thought in their hearts that they would not want to admit it, and that it would be best if he could say it, so that they would not have to face other torture or even death. It's a very contradictory emotion, expectation, and fear.

There was no sound outside, and after about ten minutes, Jerez walked back with a twitch in the corner of his eye. He wiped the blood that had splashed on his face, and his heart kept falling, and he was about to fall into the abyss. He is not afraid to fight with those smuggling gangs, nor is he afraid to confront those dealers who brew moonshine, but he is afraid of those rich people. When the young man told him that his boss was a very rich and rich man, Jerez was already feeling the fear.

The knife in his hand was still hanging with beads of blood, and he looked at the four young people who were hanged, his slightly squinted eyes revealing a fierce light. He took a deep breath, whispered sorry, and then walked behind the first man, grabbed his hair, and cut his neck with the sharp knife in his hand.......

When Jerez returned to the house, all of his men were packing up. Although they don't understand why they suddenly have to leave Montel, a place that has been run well, they have become accustomed to obeying Jerez's orders in the past few years, Jerez is not only murderous, but also cunning, and his many "whims" have saved everyone, so everyone is very convinced of him.

He frowned slightly, "You don't need to bring clothes or anything, I'll buy them later." Weapons, ledgers, contact details and other valuables were carried. Easter, get the truck over, we're running out of time. ”

Everyone was convinced of Jerez, but they also wanted to know why he left suddenly. Judging from Jerez's behavior, he has no intention of coming back here, which means that the territory and market they have spent more than two years building have been abandoned like this, which is really difficult to accept.

In response to these questions, Jerez could only smile wryly and say: "We have caused a big problem. ”

Everyone's faces suddenly became unsightly, and this "big trouble" from Jerez's mouth must be a big trouble. They sped up and went out with their personal belongings, East's truck hadn't arrived yet, and they had to wait a while.

It was a modified truck, and the compartment and cab of the truck were reinforced with steel plates, which they used for smuggling, so they could not be parked in the city, but were placed in the warehouse of an out-of-town farm ten minutes away. Only by getting on the truck and leaving the place can Jerez put his mind at ease.

It's just that I don't know why, but his heart is beating faster and faster!