America's Big Hero

"You said that if some lawbreakers were encountered here, with a single bombardment, the ship would sink immediately, people would die, and the goods would be gone. They would all be swallowed up by the vast sea, and no one would even know the news."

"Is this safe!" Sean said earnestly.

The drug offender sat on the ground, looked up at Xiao En, his eyes were rounded, is the criminal Ning talking about really you?

"I'm asking you something, is it safe?" Seeing that the man was still on the ground in a daze, Sean raised his foot and kicked the drug criminal's face.

"Not safe, not safe!" The drug criminal wiped his face, blood was all over his hands.

Sparrow food, not safe.

"Learn your lesson, don't trip over the same stone twice, understand!" Seeing that this guy understood his 'reason', Xiao En burst into a smile again.

"Understood, I understand." The drug criminal nodded hastily.

"Go back if you understand?" Sean waved his hand.

The drug offender got up and took two steps, then suddenly turned around slowly, "Then, I can..."

"What can you do!" Sean's face turned cold again, "I found that you are so aggressive, what is that, it's a poisonous thing!"

"Do you know if you break the law!"

"Confiscated."

"Get the hell out of here!"

After kicking people out, Sean stood up and stretched himself.

In order to promote the anti-drug cause, Sean felt exhausted.

But think about the fact that 50 tons of drugs are shipped out of Colombia every year, that is 50000 kilograms, and an average of 139 kilograms are shipped out every day!

Only 40 kilograms were seized this time.

A long way to go!

I'll contact the base later to see how the other two ships are doing.

"The gang of drug criminals don't pay attention to safety." As he read, Xiao En staggered towards the cabin.

As for what to do with these seizures?

It must have been transported back and thrown in the trading area.

destroy?

Sean hadn't thought about it.

In a free country, this thing will be legal in the future.

The U.S. military is involved in the transportation, and the CIA is the boss behind the scenes. I can't fight against the U.S. military and the CIA, can I?

Isn't that a crime?

Can I sin by myself?

Obviously not!

Here, Sean snatched...Here, Sean confiscated a batch of drugs and then withdrew.

Calculated according to the distance, the next one was found by Jeff and the others. If they took this road, it would take at least half a day to get there.

Sean and the others wanted to change places, because according to estimates, it happened to be night when they arrived here.

How can an aboveboard thing be done at night!

Definitely not because it's not easy to target ships at night.

It's just that this time Sean was in vain. He didn't get the news until the time was confirmed and contacted other ships with a satellite phone. There was a blockage there.

Afterwards, Sean would no longer be floating in the sea, and he would directly sit on the black eagle that came to pick him up and return to Cartagena.

On the way back, Sean sighed a little, the three gunboats are still missing, there are fish that slipped through the net!

After seven days, the materials on each ship were exhausted, and everyone had been floating at sea for ten days. They were exhausted physically and mentally, and had to go back for repairs.

And when Sean was floating at sea, the drug dealers in North America were completely blown away!

……

Not much at a time, dozens of kilograms, but it can’t hold three ships together. It takes ten days before and after, and the first three days are familiar with the situation, and the next seven days, more than 100 kilograms can be seized in one day, and dozens of kilograms can be seized in less time. .

Back and forth, about half a ton!

Normally, the drugs sold in grams in Rick began to be counted in tons at Xiao En's place.

I don't know how many sufferers were furious after hearing that the goods had been robbed, not to mention that Sean didn't think about hiding it.

"Mommy Falk, damn it!" An old black man in Miami, with veins on his neck, threw the wine bottle in his hand to pieces on the ground.

"This son of a bitch!" Old Hei used all the curse words he could think of.

You must know that Miami, a tourist paradise, has a large number of tourists every day. These are rich consumers who consume a lot of goods every day. The value of the goods he lost this time exceeded 400 million!

Of course, this is a seller, and buying goods are two concepts.

But even if it is a purchase, it will be 200 million less!

"Kill him, I'm going to kill his whole family, and throw him into the sea to feed the sharks without anyone being given!" After cursing frantically for half an hour, the dry-mouthed Lao Hei opened another bottle of wine and took another sip. .

Sitting on the sofa, he took a deep breath.

Cursing is cursing, but the actual situation is another matter. The men who came back said it very clearly, gunboat!

When I was playing with machine guns, others were already playing with naval guns.

As for the Black Hawk gunship and the like, he doesn't believe it.

I didn't believe it until I saw it!

When he was bragging all these years, he even said that he used RPG to blow people up.

In fact, he has never touched RPG at all!

He also said that he and those guerrilla drug lords in South America are life and death brothers, and he can call hundreds of brothers with long guns and short cannons at will.

He also bragged that those brothers had F16s.

It's just bragging, traditional arts, especially Lao Hei.

Including the fact that his subordinates said that the other party was driving a gunboat, he didn't believe it at first.

However, a few days ago, he heard that gangs in other cities were robbed at sea, and he was so happy that he was drunk for several days, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn in a blink of an eye, so he couldn't help but not believe it.

Moreover, this old black also secretly admires Sean, damn it, he robbed so many people in such a short time.

Florida, Georgia, North and South Carolina... In the surrounding area, as soon as he heard the news, more than a dozen large gangs had their goods robbed.

There is even news from Georgia that they want to find mafia families from nearby states to gather with them, and everyone will have a fight with this X security company!

Oh, I heard from the gossip that this X security guard seemed to have done a big job in Atlanta, Georgia before, killing a local mafia family.

……

"Stop making noise!" A thin, sullen-looking white man jumped onto the front desk of the bar and yelled loudly for a long time before the bar became quiet.

In several surrounding states, more than [-] mafia families have secretly gathered here.

Of course, not all of them were victims, some of them just came to join in the fun.

Not all blacks, in fact, there are only about three layers of blacks, more whites.

It is actually a kind of implicit discrimination that the gang members in the film and television dramas are all black.

Whether above or below ground, whites have always been the overwhelming majority.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."

"Hey, George, are you going to be the leader?" called a big black man with a gold chain around his neck.

The sinister white man glanced at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "No, no one who decides the decision has been chosen yet. I'm just the host. Why, Harrington, if you want to be the leader, it's fine."

"Do you have any comments!" The shady white man shouted to the twenty family patriarchs below.

Several white people looked at George on the stage and said nothing, but several other white people objected loudly: "We are going to negotiate with X's security, does this idiot make sense?"

"You fucking fart!" Harrington stood up with grimace, pointed at the speaker and cursed.

"Harrington, I support you!" Several old blacks immediately expressed their support loudly when they saw it.

When facing white people, the old habit is to hold together.

The patriarchs of various families, their subordinates, and dozens of people quarreled in the bar, and it was impossible to hear what they were arguing for.

The shady white people didn't stop him either. Anyway, the few of their related families knew about Xiao En's affairs to some extent, so they didn't want to be such an early bird.

After arguing for half an hour, there was no result, and finally decided to vote according to the usual practice.

Originally, the eight black gangs disagreed, so who made them less.

Can be unexpected, the final result is really Harrington.

Harrington's face was bewildered and complacent, which he did not expect.

……

Back at the Cartagena base, all the goods are stored in the underground vault in the trading area.

After calculating the harvest, Sean couldn't help but frown, "Why do you have this little money?"

Facing this, Jeff didn't know how to answer.

Well, he felt the same way.

In terms of value, one gram of high-purity cocaine costs around $30 from Colombia.

This thing seems to have a large profit, but in fact, because there are too many middlemen, the profit is not much each time.

Without a platform, consumers cannot enjoy direct sales from manufacturers, which leads to layer upon layer of overweight, and ultimately high prices when consumers purchase.

Here, 30 per gram of 95% high-purity products will eventually reach consumers, and a gram with a purity of about 40% will sell for about $60.

60 is very expensive. The normal salary in North America is only 8-900 a month. You can only buy 15 grams without eating or drinking, and you can’t really eat or drink.

No matter how expensive it is, the sales volume will not go up. Of course, the rich will count separately.

The actual production cost is lower than 30 US dollars, so it is calculated as 30 US dollars, which seems to be 5 times the profit after conversion.

But in fact, the transportation needs to be divided, the local general distribution gang needs to divide the money, the small distribution gang needs to divide the money, the bulk cargo boys need to divide the money, the police need to divide the money, and divide it several times...

Therefore, if it is dispersed, everyone will not earn too much.

After all the goods arrived, Sean calculated that according to the price in Colombia, half a ton, 500 kilograms, and 50 grams are about 1500 million.

After floating on the sea for ten days, plus the time he spent on this matter, it was almost a month.

Sean calculated his earning speed, and according to the actual worth calculated by Monroe Deve, it was about 4.8 million.

Adding those in the dark, almost 5.5 million.

More than two years, less than three years, an average of 1.8 million US dollars per year, 1666 million US dollars per month.

This is still not making much money in the initial stage. If the speed of making money in the past year is no less than 2300 million per month!

Sure enough, pantotoxicity is an industry with no future!

Still be a good person!

After two days of rest in Cartagena, someone passed the news through Jonas that the bosses of 6 mafia families in six states on the east coast would join hands to negotiate with him.

"Ha, negotiation, okay, let them come, I'll wait for them in Cartagena." Sean said to the phone with a smile.

"They asked me to keep them safe," Jonas said.

"Okay, tell them, I swear on the honor of the Rockefeller family, I guarantee that they will be intact." A sneer hung on the corner of Sean's mouth.

"Really!" On the other end, Jonas was the first to fail.

"Fuck, what do you mean by that? You don't believe me!" Sean cursed into the phone.

"Hmm..." Jonas drew a long tone, "Based on my past experience, although I don't know the reason, yes, I don't believe it."

"Fuck you!" Sean was amused by the guy.

When the phone is hung up, the matter is considered settled. It is agreed that in three days, this group of people will arrive in Cartagena by plane.

It was said that it was three days later, but in fact, this group of guys became more treacherous than the other. The earliest one arrived in Cartagena on the same day.