Mejico Mejico Restaurant.

It's about 300 meters from the hotel.

Gao Jun was "kicked out", Paul can't let him watch a live broadcast, right?

Depressed, he found a corner position near the window and sat down, and he found that something was wrong, why did those customers sit in it like a reunion, and the scenery by the window was not better?

"Hello, sir, what do you need?" A waitress with short hair came over and asked, asking in English. Healthy-colored wheat, wearing a dewy suit, Gao Jun couldn't help but look at it twice.

His eyes were dodgy, and he looked embarrassed.

"Give me a spicy roast and a glass of juice from Tamale, thank you." Gao Jun looked at the menu and said.

"Okay, please wait." The waitress put the sign on his table and shook it as she left.

Gao Jun took a second look by drinking water.

Mexican girl, it's a sass... Ahem, punctual.

There was also a local newspaper on the table, and I found one in English, and when I looked at it carefully, the customer had to find it himself.

The richest people in a certain place are not necessarily the ones who are powerful, but the most powerful people must not be short of money.

On the front page is an unkempt fat man.

A look of arrogance and arrogance.

On the right side is a picture of a woman, very bloated, and it doesn't look very easy to get along with.

"Colombian black widow Griseda Blanco was arrested, and Pablo Escobar demanded her release or targeted bombing of 12 establishments, including the Grand Courthouse, the Drug Enforcement Administration!"

"The special commander of the Colombian army, Lara, said in an interview with the press: its request is being considered."

"It is not ruled out that Griselda will be released."

Phew, bastard!

But to be able to negotiate with the government is also ruthless, but if one day, Escobar's weapons for targeted bombing are exported by himself, how good would it be?

Will you get rich?

But now it's just a blind thought, if you look for the past now, who will pay attention to you? At the very least, other partners have a certain status in the industry.

It's a pity.

Gao Jun glanced at Escobar's photo with a "reluctant feeling", and was about to turn the page when he heard the low roar of the engine on the street.

He turned his head to look, and saw a motorcycle flying wild from a distance, both of them wearing helmets, their faces could not be seen clearly, and the person sitting in the back was holding a UZI submachine gun, and he was shaking hands with two men and women who came out of the bridal shop opposite the restaurant and raised their guns.

Da, da, da!

A shuttle bullet passed, directly hitting the two in a pool of blood, and even the glass of the bridal shop behind them was shattered.

Restaurant customers and passers-by screamed, but all of them were familiar lying on the ground and holding their heads, and Gao Jun finally knew why these people didn't sit near the window.

TMD, when a cold bullet comes, it is guaranteed to die!

He also covered his head, bent over in embarrassment, and in the process, knocked his knee into the chair, hid behind the wall, and watched the gunman walk away.

When there was no trace, someone remembered to call the police, and there were also good people on the road who slowly leaned over and helped call an ambulance.

"This should be the 7th, right?"

There were two pot-bellied customers talking to each other, which attracted Gao Jun's attention at once, and he couldn't be polite, so he interjected, "Sorry, is it the 7th incident this month?" ”

"Of course not, it's this week." One said.

Gao Jun felt weird, he looked at his watch, TMD, it's only Tuesday today!

His expression was complicated, and the corners of his mouth wanted to smile.

7 shootings in two days, is the local community active?

This is good, it shows that the circulation speed of bullets is relatively fast, and the local arms market is benign, but he can't laugh out loud, after all...

Grieve for the victims.

No, I can't help it.

Gao Jun said sorry to the short-haired waitress, who was very understanding and gave him a business card, he looked at it and stuffed it into his briefcase, and ran back to the hotel in a hurry.

As soon as he entered, he saw the waitress who was playing poker with Paul standing at the front desk and smiling at him.

He was about to leave, but the other party stopped him, handed him the room card, and threw a wink at him, hooking his fingers in the palm of his hand, "Sir, if you need to, you can find me, my name is Sophia." ”

Men have addictions, either smoking, drinking, gunning, or gambling, if none of these are available, okay, brother, see you in the next life, it's a waste of reincarnation to live.

Although Gao Jun was itching in his heart, he still felt...

He didn't have the charm of the waitress in that restaurant.

Walked into the elevator, pressed to the floor, and arrived in a few seconds, the corridor was quiet, only his footsteps.

opened the door with the key card, a strong smell of male cells came to his face, Paul was lying on the bed naked, showing a big word, the ground was a mess, and even saw four or five ribonucleic acid deoxygenation bags, I have to say, black people are dogs, white people are cows.

"Oh my God, this is a battlefield, but it's a pity that I'm selling arms, not sildenafil."

Pfizer already knew about sildenafil in the mid-80s, and it was only approved in 98 that it was marketed in another way, but it was already in circulation privately.

"Cover up your ugly stuff." Gao Jun threw his pants on the ground.

"You have to use it at all times, or it will rust easily." Paul said, but obediently put his pants on.

Gao Jun originally wanted to sit on the edge of his bed, but after thinking about it, he sat on another bed and said excitedly, "I encountered a shooting while I was eating just now. ”

Paul looked at him and said anxiously, "Shooting? God, are you alright? ”

"Of course not, I found that the local gangs have more attendance and frequent daily activities, and they are the best buyers."

"Do you know what they use? UZI, it's simply unimaginable, we should sell them the TEC-9, do you know these prices in the American gun shops now? ”

Gao Jun was glad that he had discovered the blind spot.

Paul was professional after all, nodded and blurted out, "The UZI costs about $200, and the TEC-9 submachine gun, which I used to give Toman for $180." ”

"The price TEC-9 submachine gun is cheaper than the UZI, and the performance is good, if they don't go crazy, they will definitely make the right choice."

"High, you can't sell TEC-9 for $200,000!" Paul reminded.

"Don't be in a hurry to do business, do you really think that we can get an order of $200,000 the first time we come? We're going to make a name for ourselves. ”

Although Gao Jun was excited, he could also clearly recognize himself that the order of 200,000 US dollars was not so easy to earn, and the promised Edward was monthly.

If they don't accumulate some money in the early stage, they will have to swim in the Atlantic Ocean as soon as the capital chain is broken.

"You're right." Paul thought for a moment and nodded.

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

"I think you should have a way to connect with the local community, right?" Gao Jun asked.

Paul bowed his head and got up from the bed, "I have been attractive since I was a child, and no one will not be conquered by me, whether it is for men or women, as long as I open my mouth to ask." ”

"Conquest?" Gao Jun emphasized the word.

"Yes." Paul walked to the window and pulled back the curtains, a height just enough to see the buildings outside, and he squinted and said, "Aren't we here to conquer?" ”

"It makes sense, of course, if they don't give money, I won't hand over my DNA here, they have to pay." Gao Jun nodded.

"It's better to go to the Bank of Manhattan, where the fees are lower."

"You're the most money-hungry Asian I've ever met, Gao."

"No, no, no, there are only two kinds of tragedy in the world, one is the hardship of the poor, and the other is the poverty in times of hardship."

Paul looked at him and joked, "If the devil gives you money, you will also betray God?" ”

Gao Jun thought for a moment and replied very cautiously, "When money stands up and speaks, God must also learn to be silent." ”

"You may be right, but money is not everything, and it can't cure everything."

"Of course, money is not everything, first-class cabins and five-star hotels do not cure everything, at most eighty or ninety percent of the cure, and the remaining twenty percent require helicopters and yachts."

"And women!"

Paul was silent, and the room fell silent.

Gao Jun's ambition for money, for the first time, really shocked him.

……