Doing this kind of thing of taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, Fan Yize is no stranger to it.

After gaining Chavez's trust, the cooperation began immediately.

At the same time, Fan Yize also has a comprehensive understanding of the situation of tomorrow's conference.

This time, there will be 12 drug dealers from all over the world who will attend, one of whom is Chavez.

And Chavez's opponents are four of them, and the photos and identification information of all four people, Chavez has provided.

Tomorrow's congress will only allow no more than two people per drug dealer to take place in a camp of the local garrison.

At that time, General Chack will show up and negotiate with those present on the price of drugs and the amount of shipments this year.

Although it is not every year that there is bloodshed, for Chuck, it does not matter whether there is bloodshed or not.

Because his annual goods, no matter how much, will be bought, and only one person will be left when he dies, and the annual output of drugs in his hands will not be unsalable.

And the disagreement between these international drug dealers is the best for Chuck, because he will always be the one who will always hold the initiative.

Early the next morning, drug dealers left the hotel and took a vehicle to the venue of the conference.

Fan Yize also followed Chavez and left the hotel in a car.

After almost an hour's drive, the car entered a barracks, in which a large number of garrisons were undergoing morning training, the number of which was not small, it was a regiment-level station, and around the school grounds, there were also four tanks parked.

The buildings in the barracks were all thatched and wooden houses, the largest of which was located in the middle of the camp.

The camp is surrounded by mountains, lush trees, birds and flowers, and the early morning mist shrouded in a bit of a fairyland.

Chavez didn't arrive early, and in the largest building of the barracks, you could hear all kinds of sounds coming from inside from a distance, and it seemed to be very lively.

Fan Yize quietly followed Chavez and walked into the building under the guidance of a soldier.

Passing through the gate of the building, inside was a long table, which was already full of people on both sides, and with a glance of his eyes, there were twelve seats, ten of which were already occupied, and behind each of them, two bodyguards with guns were standing.

There were ten people of all colors, and there was even one Arab, but without exception, they were all quite happy.

When Chavez walked in, the scene suddenly fell silent, some people were expressionless, and some people looked at Chavez's gaze, full of banter and mockery.

Fan Yize's gaze swept over everyone present, and walked straight from their eyes, and basically locked on the four drug dealers who were not dealing with Chavez.

These four people are two black and two white.

Among the two black men, there was a big fat man, with a fierce face, and in the plate in front of him, there was a bloody heart, and the remaining blood stains on the corners of his mouth could be seen, as well as the bitten nick on the heart.

The other black man was a relatively quiet man, and even when Chavez came in, he only glanced at Chavez, but with a little murderous air in his eyes.

The two white men were much more normal, one of them grinning, squinting, and looking at Chavez with disdain in his eyes.

The other white man was even more crisp, almost writing the word ridicule on his face.

As soon as he came in, he attracted all the eyes, and Chavez also saw the expressions on the faces of these people, and at the same time felt the huge pressure inside.

"Chavez, why are you only here now, do you want to eat something first." The fat black man grabbed the heart from his plate and said to Chavez.

The other people at the table were quite speechless about this fat man, don't look at the various delicacies on the table, but with such a person at the same table, no matter how much delicacies from the mountains and seas, few people can eat it.

Chavez's face was somewhat pale when he saw the heart in the fat man's hand, but thinking of his arrangement, he also mustered up his courage, snorted coldly, shook his hand and walked to his seat, and sat down.

"Chavez, I thought you would be too scared to come, but I didn't expect that you would also have the courage." One of the white men said nonchalantly.

Before Chavez could speak, another white man also spoke: "Actually, Chavez, you don't need to come over, the four of us have already discussed, and all four of us want the share of Europe by North Africa this year." ”

"You can't say that, this kind of thing should always be witnessed by the family in person." The fat black man spoke.

The other six people at the table didn't interject in their meaning, this kind of thing was originally a matter of not caring for themselves, not to mention that it was not easy to be here today, and when something happened, they could get up and leave directly without opening their mouths.

"Since you want to swallow it alone, then I'm not welcome, what I have is money, I can eat as much as I want from the whole of Europe and North Africa, and it's not easy to break the net." Chavez sat in this position, but his heart rose, anyway, today is either you die or I die, and he has also made up his mind.

Among the four people on the opposite side, they were also about to speak, but at this time, a soldier came out and shouted, "General Chack has arrived." ”

As he spoke, a majestic old man stepped out of the wooden screen, and after sweeping his sharp gaze over everyone present, he sat down on the high seat in the hall.

The drug merchants on the table also got up and greeted the general who came out, Chuck lit a cigar, waved his hand to everyone and said: "Welcome to everyone, this year there is a lot of rain, production has been reduced, this is something we don't want to see, so this year's price is 20% higher than last year, do you have any opinions." ”

The big drug lords present frowned, but no one said anything, before they arrived, they had already learned that this year's golden three. Horn drugs have indeed reduced production a lot.

And the price of drugs fluctuates every year, and when the production of the previous year was out of the average, the price was also cheaper, but as a source of drug control, the price was not cheaper, but once the price increased, it was not a small number.

These big drug lords are also used to this, after all, they still have plenty of profit margins, so everyone didn't say anything, and they all sat down again.

Seeing the reaction of the crowd, Chack continued: "This year's share of each region remains the same......