Chapter 959

Two tall, dark seta group members nodded, left behind Veneto and turned into the manor house.

Soon, the two returned, but this time, not two, but three came back together.

In the middle of the two seta members, there stood a man with blond hair and blue eyes who looked more than 40 years old. His hands seemed to be handcuffed, but his waist was still straight. From the perspective of temperament, this man seemed to be a soldier.

"Mr. D!?" Garcia saw the visitor and was surprised.

He immediately turned to Veneto: "are you crazy?"

Mr. D, all the drug dealers who have seen him know his name.

Everyone in this industry knows that this is not a real name, and no one uses a real name.

Mr. D is obviously just an alias.

But there is another point that everyone knows. Mr. D's background is not simple.

Because Mr. D's background is like the thick fog that begins to fill the woods, people can't see through.

Only one thing is certain. He has vast powers, deep background and great ability. Even Garcia, the big drug lords who do not pay attention to the local government forces, are willing to bow down.

This is no joke.

The meaning of Garcia's words just now is here. He doesn't want to break it in front of everyone. Veneto is Mr. D's manager and puppet in central and South America.

It means that all channels and intelligence support for drug transportation are provided by Mr. D. Mr. D can tell them when and where it is safest to cross the border, and will forge some documents for them. These documents can even enable them to easily pass through the closely patrolled US Mexico border as various companies, civil organizations and even the military.

This is something Garcia has never seen before.

In other words, Mr. D's background may be given by some big people in the USA, that is to say, Mr. D is just a puppet, and there is a huge authority behind him. Otherwise, why do the police and DEA fall into the air every time?

In recent years, the goods of several groups present here are supplied by Veneto's seta group, and the supply channels are in the charge of Veneto and Garcia.

It can be said that Veneto is a figure held by Mr. D. to put it bluntly, Veneto is just a dog kept by Mr. D.

Now the dog bit its master.

Veneto is crazy!?

This was the first thought that flashed through Garcia's mind.

"Mr. D, please sit down." Veneto threw a look at the two men, who immediately untied Mr. D's handcuffs.

"I'm sorry to let you suffer this injustice, but I can't help but guard against it. You are my noble man, my shield and life talisman. Without you..."

Veneto looked around with a strange smile and pointed to the sky.

"Maybe a plane will throw a bomb on my head."

"Veneto, do you think kidnapping me here can solve the problem?" Mr. D moved his wrist and looked at Veneto coldly with no fear in his eyes.

"Did I kidnap you?" Veneto's eyes were wide open and exaggerated surprise climbed up to the potholed face like the surface of the moon. "Are you enjoying the treatment of hostages here?"

"Let me wear handcuffs and send a dozen people to look at me, not a hostage?" Dan George sneered.

Veneto was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "even if it is. But do you know what I want to do?"

"Normal people can never guess what a madman is thinking, because I'm not crazy." Dan George looked like two knives and gouged out Veneto.

"You said you wanted the God of wealth of the black sun to come and transfer the compensation to me in person. This is what you said, but I haven't seen the God of wealth come to me these days. It seems that your order doesn't work well." Veneto's words are full of deep meaning.

Dan George said: "yes, the God of wealth will not come, and fan Tianlong will not let him come. I miscalculated, but you kidnapped me here. Now it seems that you are even more miscalculated."

Speaking of this, Dan put his head forward and looked at Veneto like a beast approaching his prey: "don't you know what will happen if you tie me here?"

"Of course I know!" Veneto suddenly threw down his knife and fork, and the man stood up and shouted, "others don't know your details, I know! Don't pressure me with your identity as a CIA agent, I'm not afraid of you bureaucrats!"

He walked slowly around the table to the side of Dan George, put his head down and put it close to each other's ear.

"Do you think I only care about the 3 billion? There are only a few billion of them for me, and the rest are those present here. As long as they don't feel bad, I vinito won't feel bad!"

Speaking of this, he straightened up.

"But what I want is the cooperation between us in the future. The rules seem to have to be changed."

"What do you mean?" Dan's eyes narrowed like snake eyes.

"A few years ago, you let the Black Sun join our shipping network in America. At that time, I saw that you could provide us with accurate information and that you could sell our goods to North America and Europe unimpeded. However, it seems that you violated our agreement first."

Veneto cleared his throat, picked up his glass from the table, drank and said: "You and the Black Sun account for 30%, 30% of the profits of all the goods we sell. Do you know what this concept is? We can only take 70%, and I have to send part of the 70% to the local police in Mexico. I really have only 50% of the profits. I spend money to buy peace. Yes, I can accept it, but what about peace?"

Dan George licked his lips and said in a hard voice: "Can you deny the special channel and help we provided to you just because of a cargo accident? Without us, you can transport things to North America? To Europe? Your seta group was just a small local gang a few years ago. Who helped you become the largest leader? Don't forget that there were dozens of gangs in Mexico, Those leaders are either dead or imprisoned. Do you think you dealt with them? Childish! "

At last, Dan George raised his head, stared at Veneto and said: "Don't forget, this time something went wrong, not only our intelligence omission was exploited by DEA, but also your people made mistakes. Twenty tons of goods were transported across the border without knowing whether it was safe. Are you stupid? Don't know how to batch? Don't know how to bait! What about drug dealers? You can starve you to death by selling Mexican meat rolls!"

Veneto's eyes grew colder and colder as he listened to Dan George's endless complaints.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff, and the surrounding was quiet and terrible. Only the water in the fountain fell into the pool.

Veneto walked slowly to his position and grabbed the meat knife in the basin.

Everyone's heart lifted up.

Garcia felt her throat as dry as a desert.

"Veneto, don't mess around! He's from the CIA!"