Chapter 368 Chinese Anchor, hehe.
At daybreak, at the dock, a tiny ship rose above the sea level, its bow breaking through the waves, leaving behind a deep blue waterway.
"Boss, it's Psyko and the others!" The younger brother who had been observing was startled when he saw the ship mark clearly, and immediately turned around and shouted to the big man in the co-pilot's seat.
Upon hearing this, Monsa Arnol put down his phone, leaned most of his body out of the SUV window, lay on the roof, squinted at the skyline, and bit his cigarette holder unconsciously. When the ship approached and he could see the waterline clearly, Monsa grinned, put out the cigarette butt and went back into the car.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, go to the dock! Let's meet the big star!"
"Wow, big star!"
"We can become famous in this line of work, Boss, do you think I have a chance? I want to be . I can earn much more than I do now!"
"Yes, of course. I will send your criminal record to the police station tomorrow. Just wait to go to jail. Hahaha!"
"Then remember to send me back to my hometown for trial, so that I won't be sentenced to death! Boss, remember to protect me!"
On the sea, standing on the bow, Psyker also saw the convoy rolling in from the dock and frowned slightly.
Leading the way were all the high-powered muscle cars that muscle guys loved the most. The roar of the car engines seemed to be heard from ten miles away. Behind the off-road vehicles was a van covered in mud.
Just by looking at the scene, Cisco knew who was coming.
"Sir, it's Monsa and his gang. They don't look friendly and must have been waiting here for a long time."
"It's not that they look like they are here with bad intentions, they are. They have been waiting here since dawn to wait for us. It's really hard for them. By the way, this guy drives such a fuel-consuming car. Doesn't he ever worry about breaking down on the grassland?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Cisco's tone, but his heart sank slightly. Although he knew that the van must be empty, just by looking at the number of items, he could tell that the other party had gained a lot on this trip.
Although whether or not he gained anything from this trip was secondary, the main thing was to clean up the mess, but who could have known that such an accident would happen? That guy Monsa would not come to greet him for no reason.
As expected...
As soon as Cisco stepped onto the land, he heard a loud, shrill laugh that was unbridled.
" Look, it's Cisco, you just came back too? Guess what I found? Am I seeing things? Cisco? Is that you above? You have become a big star? Huh? Hahaha! I didn't expect it, hahaha, I, I can't take it anymore, ah hahaha." The big man waved the newspaper, pointed at Cisco above and laughed, his laughter even drowned out the sound of the tide.
The veins on Cisco's forehead throbbed slightly. He simply ignored Monsa's provocation and left with his men.
Seeing Psyko leaving as if no one was around, Monsa was not annoyed, but laughed: "Psyko, if it doesn't work, let my little brother take over. Anyway, it's just an empty ship, isn't it enough to have hands? Can you still perform missions in the future? With the face of a big star, oh, I forgot, your... Damn, walked away."
Looking at Psyko who didn't even turn his head, Monsa spat on the ground and then touched his shaved head: "Fuck, why does it feel like there's still little hope?"
"No way, after such a big mistake this time, Psyker still has a chance?"
"What do you know?" Monsa frowned, revealing a wisdom that was totally inconsistent with his muscular body. "This guy used to be a top soldier in the Central Army and was also a sniper instructor. I saw him shoot a rabbit to death with a rifle from 300 meters away!"
"What's the big deal? Can't you do it too, Boss? I saw you kill a fawn with a rifle last time."
Monsa slapped his little brother on the head and said, "Bullshit, I have a sniper rifle, his is just a rifle with a machine gun! I gave you a rifle, but you can't even shoot accurately at 50 meters."
The three younger brothers on the side all gasped. Damn, a rifle with machine aiming at 300 meters?
You know, the effective range of some rifles is only three hundred meters!
The target is still a live rabbit. Is this something a human can do?
Jerry, who was following at the end, rolled his eyes and said, "Boss, do you want to go and ask the boss for some more advice?"
Monsa glanced at Jerry at the back and kicked him hard, saying in a bad tone: "Boy, did you accept benefits from Cisco?"
Jerry scratched his head, not quite understanding what Monsa meant.
"Do you think others are fools? Just do it once, it's fine. Keep jumping around and it will only make you look useless. Let's go, after this job, you can rest for a few days. I'll take you out to have some fun!"
"I'll call ten!"
"Just you? Ten of you? I'm afraid you'll be found dead the next day..."
"Hahaha!"
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Ferreira looked at the small group of people pushing and shoving on the dock and found them not amusing, but noisy.
"Can't figure it out?" Cisco took off his gloves and saw the confusion in his men's eyes at a glance.
Ferreira nodded. He always felt that there was something wrong with Monsa. Even if he had mocked him in the past, he would never do it like today. He would wait at the dock before dawn just to say a casual greeting.
"It's simple. Monsa has a daughter."
"Is he short of money? He wants to take over the market in Asia?" Freira thought about the latest news and suddenly understood.
"That's about right. In our line of work, no one would think that the money is too much. Even 100 million or 1 billion is not enough." Psyker pinched his brows. Monsa wanted the Asian market, so why didn't he want it too?
"Wait, what's going on in Asia?" The young man standing on Psyker's right didn't quite understand what the boss and Freira were talking about.
"Anson Huang is in trouble." Cisco did not explain, so Ferreira naturally played this role.
The young man chewed his gum and blew a bubble: "Then why not try to get some money? Pay some bail? Isn't it the same as before?"
"This time it's a little different. The government in East Asia that Ma went to is determined to send him to jail."
Freira patiently explained that the development of the matter was indeed beyond everyone's expectations. Even Huang Ansen himself thought that the police would only carry out symbolic punishment and never thought it would develop into what it is now.
“So this Huang is very powerful?”
Ferreira held his forehead and said helplessly: "Don't you know anything about the work you are doing?"
"I never consider this as work. Do you still expect me to work 996?"
"996? What's that?"
"Nothing, just some buzzwords on the internet that you old folks don't quite understand, it's a horrible way to work, and there's no overtime pay."
Freira took a deep breath and felt the temperature rise by several degrees. He couldn't tell whether it was the greenhouse effect or the early summer. "No overtime pay for overtime work? God, this is worse than sending me to jail."
"So who is Huang Ansen?" Alucard blew another bubble.
"The company's long-time partner." Cisco came back from buying a newspaper at the newsstand next to him and explained calmly, "This man remotely controls the largest wildlife trading organization in Asia. Most of the transactions conducted by the Luhe Wildlife Company he controls are almost semi-public. Every year, countless wild reptiles are legally wholesaled. The sources of snakes, lizards, turtles and frogs in many American pet stores can almost all be traced back to him. He also owns a private zoo, which he uses as a cover to sell some black goods, such as snow leopard skins, panda skins, rhino horns, rare birds and even Komodo dragons. From South American chinchillas to elephants, many endangered wild animals are smuggled from Austria, China, Madagascar, Old East Lan, South America and other places, and then sold to the markets in Europe, Japan and the United States."
Alucard took a deep breath, and the gum in his mouth suddenly got stuck in his throat. He couldn't stop coughing. He looked at Psyker's profile and said, "Fuck, black and white? Boss, you are kidding me, right?"
Cisco glanced at Aluka calmly: "Do I have to lie to you? This is true. Mr. Huang told me personally that this matter is easy for him. That's why our company has been cooperating with him. No one else can get the black and white skin except him."
Aluka was speechless and it took him a long time to react: "Then why was he caught?"
Cisco shook the newspaper and didn't answer. Ferreira took over the conversation.
"Because of a suitcase."
"Is there anything in there?"
"Last month, a lock on a suitcase broke at Kuala Lumpur Airport. It was fine, except that it contained nearly 100 young pythons, two venomous snakes and a South American turtle. And its owner was Anson Huang."
For a wildlife trafficker who controls this trade, facing jail time for a suitcase full of pythons is almost like a Mexican bird poisoner being arrested for having a few small hemp cigarettes in his pocket.
"The Asian market company has been coveting it for a long time, but it just didn't have the opportunity to intervene. Now that Huang Ansen has been arrested, we can't let him go. You have to know that the money you can make from selling a black and white in China is more than what Monsa and his men can make in a trip. We have to deliver at least a hundred pieces of goods to match that. And the commander is the most suitable candidate, but unfortunately..."
There are many hunter teams like them in the company, active all over the world, forming an unimaginable huge chain of interests.
Cisco's Hunter Team is the largest and strongest team in the company.
"It's a pity that we didn't do a good job on this trip, right?"
Aluka was outspoken, but as soon as he opened his mouth he reacted and covered his mouth, looking at Cisco cautiously, afraid that he would offend him. But after taking a few glances, Aluka found that Cisco's attention was not on him at all.
Cisco frowned as he looked at the photo in the newspaper. It was clearly his own face, but it looked very unfamiliar.
After a long time, Cisco's brows relaxed slightly, crumpled up the newspaper, threw it into the trash can, and sneered.
"Chinese anchor, haha."
