Medellín The morning light passed through the iron fence of the manor and fell on the bullet casings and blood stains on the ground.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.
Manuel's car stopped at the gate of the manor. He sat in the driver's seat, looked at the open large iron door, took a deep breath, opened the door and got out of the car.
Wearing a black combat uniform, with his hands in his pockets, he walked into the manor step by step.
His steps were steady, his back straight, and his face showed no expression. But his fingertips were secretly clenched in his pockets, and his nails dug into his palms.
A large hole was blasted out of the outer wall of the guard room, and concrete fragments were scattered on the floor. There were three corpses lying inside, with twisted postures and bullet holes all over their bodies. Manuel didn't even raise his eyelids.
In the front yard, the wreckage of more than a dozen Armored Vehicle cars lay crookedly on the roadside. The blackened iron sheets were still smoking. Bodies were everywhere, some lying in a pool of blood, and some hanging on the iron fence of the wall.
Manuel stepped on a pool of blood that had not yet dried, without stopping at all.
He has seen battlefields worse than this.
Black Panther Brigade fought Guerrilla Unit in the jungle for three years and crawled out of the dead.
But at that time, he was killing enemies, drug dealers, and lackeys of the corrupt government.
What is lying here now is his former comrade, a minion of Rojas, with his hands covered in the blood of innocent people.
Death is not a pity.
The door to the main building was open, the door frame was full of bullet holes, and broken glass was spread on the floor.
Manuel Step on it and it makes a crunching sound.
In the hall, the chandeliers hung crookedly, a few of them were still on, and their pale light shone on the blood stains on the floor. The sofa overturned, the wine bottle was broken on the floor, and the carpet was soaked with blood, making it sticky when stepped on.
Manuel walked around the overturned sofa and walked into the banquet hall.
Fu Haoran is sitting on the seat where Rojas once was, with his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hand.
The liquid in the glass is amber, and the bottle is placed on the corner of the table. It is the single malt Rojas has hidden in the deepest part of the wine cabinet. There is Rojas's autograph on the bottle.
Yesterday it was regarded as a treasure by Rojas, but today it has become a trophy.
Tychus stood behind him, his hands still stained with wet blood, like an iron tower.
In the shadow of the banquet hall, stood a dozen fully armed Planetary Defense Force soldiers.
The black tactical uniform blended into the darkness, with only the cold light of the gun barrel looming.
All guns were silently pointed at Manuel. Even if he made the slightest move, he would be beaten into pieces in the next second.
In the center of the banquet hall, two corpses were deliberately placed on chairs.
It is Rojas's two most trusted minions - the Laila brothers.
Manuel recognizes them.
These two people defected with Rojas five years ago and have always been Rojas's right-hand man.
They also personally executed three veterans of Manuel and threw their bodies into the river.
Blood was still oozing from the bullet holes on the corpse, and the smell of blood hit his face.
Fu Haoran raised his chin and pointed at the chair between the two corpses.
"Sit."
The chair was stained with blood, and a stiff corpse was leaning against the back of the chair. Half of the face was cut off by bullets, revealing the white bones.
Manuel did not hesitate.
He walked over and sat down among the corpses.
The corner of his clothes touched the corpse's arm, which was cold and stiff, and he didn't even frown.
His right hand is always placed on the holster at his waist, with his fingertips resting on the trigger guard. Even if his face is expressionless, his body is always ready to draw the gun and fight back at any time.
It's not that I'm not afraid.
He knew too well that the fear at this moment would only make his death worse than these two corpses.
Fu Haoran stared at him for a few seconds.
"I know you hate Rojas." He put down his wine glass, leaned forward, and crossed his hands to support his chin, "I also know that you don't want to be manipulated by anyone anymore."
Manuel said nothing.
"But you have to remember." Fu Haoran pointed at the two corpses beside him, "I am the one who can let you survive and let you control this place."
Manuel raised his eyes and looked at his level.
"I understand."
The tone was calm, not flattering, not trembling.
He clearly realized that he had no choice, and the suggestion made by the man in front of him might be his only way out.
Fu Haoran smiled and leaned back in his chair.
"Medellín can't mess up." Fu Haoran said, "Rojas is destined to die. There must be a new person to take over."
"I can't stay here forever, and I don't want to care about what's going on here."
Manuel is waiting for the following.
"I want you to be my agent." Fu Haoran raised a finger, "You have the final say on everything here."
"I will not interfere with whatever you want to continue. The ten million US dollars promised to you before, the new identities of you and your brothers, and the Europe residency will all be received within three days."
"The CIA has approved it and the ship is ready."
The second finger was raised. "But what I want must be in place. The mines on the border must maintain operations. The ore must be transported to the designated port as per my requirements every week."
The third finger. "Caribbean Sea Those private docks must be clean. My goods must be accessible at any time and cannot be inspected by anyone."
Manuel was silent for a few seconds.
"Can you handle the CIA side?" he asked. "There are also the remaining forces of Rojas, and they won't give up."
"I'll take care of the CIA side." Fu Haoran said calmly, but with unquestionable certainty, "I've asked Miller to take Rojas and the contraband away."
"The political achievements and share they want will not be less."
"From today on, you are the key informant of the Medellín anti-drug operation certified by the CIA. With official endorsement, the government forces will not touch you."
Fu Haoran paused and added, "Rojas's remaining forces, the CIA will provide you with their hiding place and information. Is three days enough?"
Manuel nodded.
"That's enough."
"You just need to remember." Fu Haoran stood up, picked up the tactical uniform hanging on the back of the chair, and threw it to Tychus, "If I can help you get into this position, I can give you the confidence to sit firmly in this position."
Manuel made no redundant promises or patted his chest to express his loyalty. He only said one sentence:
"I won't let you down."
Fu Haoran didn't look at him anymore, turned and walked towards the door.
"You handle the rest." He said without looking back, "What I want is the result, not the process. If anything goes wrong, I will be the first to come to you."
Tychus carried Autocannon and followed him quickly.
The two of them disappeared into the morning light of the manor, one behind the other.
Manuel sat between the two corpses, looking at their backs with complicated eyes.
There is forbearance, ambition, and a subtle awe.
He stood up, took out the encrypted mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed the number of deputy González.
"Bring brothers here." His voice was cold, without any warmth, "Inform everyone that from today on, Medellín, I have the final say."
He glanced at the two corpses and added, "Clean up the remaining forces immediately. No one will be left behind who does not submit."
After hanging up the phone, he walked to the window.
Outside the window, the roar of engines could be heard in the morning fog. Fu Haoran's convoy had already left.
Manuel Hold the phone tightly and take a deep breath.
The lithium mine at the border and the dock at the Caribbean Sea, from today on, these things are under his control.
He didn't know where the ore was going, or what cargo those docks would be used for.
But he knew that as long as he kept these two things, he could survive and lead his brothers to live like a human being.
He raised his hand and touched the gun on his waist, remembering that yesterday Rojas slapped his face and called him a dog.
For the first time, a relieved smile appeared at the corner of Manuel's mouth.
From today on, he is no longer anyone's dog.
At the same time, the search continued in the main building of the manor.
A Planetary Defense Force soldier pried open the bed board in Rojas's bedroom. Dozens of waterproof bags were neatly stacked underneath. When he opened the zipper, there were bundles of hundred-dollar bills, 10,000 in a bundle, neatly stacked.
"Sir, there was something found under the bed." The soldier reported into the earpiece.
Fu Haoran walked into the bedroom and took a glance.
Dozens of bags, each bag costs at least 500,000 yuan.
Another more than 20 million.
"Continue searching."
The bookcase in the study room was pushed open, and behind it was a hollow wall.
The plasterboard was broken open and filled with gold bars, forming a low wall.
The gold bars are stamped with the Swiss Bank logo and each one weighs one kilogram.
In Garden of Nurgle, several believers used ground-penetrating radar to scan for abnormal signals.
The lawn was dug up, and a dozen military oil barrels were buried in the pit half a meter deep.
When you pry open the lid of the bucket, you will find that it is not gasoline, but sealed U. S. dollars.
The inner wall of the oil drum was painted with moisture-proof paint, and the banknotes were as dry as if they had just come out of the banknote printing factory.
In the changing room by the swimming pool, a huge oil painting hangs on the wall.
Open the oil painting, and behind it is a safe embedded in the wall. Cut open the door, and inside there are dozens of passports, stacks of equity certificates, and more than twenty gold bricks, each weighing ten kilograms.
There are seven luxury cars parked in the manor's warehouse.
Bugatti, Ferrari, Lamborghini, the trunks of each car were stuffed with cash, and bags of gold coins were hidden under the seats.
The believers dug out several large suitcases from the corner of the warehouse and opened them. They were all Rolex, Patek Philippe, and Cadia. The diamonds on the dials dazzled in the morning light.
Tychus came out of the study carrying a box of gold bars and cursed, "This grandson has so much money that he can build a house."
In the basement, Fu Haoran squatted in front of the vault door, found the key from Rojas, and inserted it into the keyhole.
The heavy explosion-proof door slowly opened.
The scene inside shocked Fu Haoran, who was used to Warhammer World's wealth.
Bundles of U. S. dollars were piled into a hill, and the piles reached the ceiling.
Gold bars, diamonds, and jewelry were scattered on the shelves, as well as several boxes of unopened Rolexes.
Dozens of transparent plastic bags were piled up in the corner of the wall, and they were all filled with rough diamonds. The big ones were as big as the belly of your thumb, and the small ones were as big as soybean grains.
"JARVIS, make an estimate." Fu Haoran said.
The phone vibrated: [Conservatively estimated, the cash part is about 600 million U. S. dollars, the gold and jewelry are valued at about 200 million U. S. dollars, the rough diamonds are valued at about 100 million U. S. dollars, and watches and luxury cars are not included, the total value is over one billion U. S. dollars.]
Fu Haoran smiled.
He said into the earphone, "Miller, arrange for the remaining people to come over and do the asset inventory. I want to see the official collection documents before noon tomorrow."
Fu Haoran smiled.
He said into the earphone, "Miller, arrange for the remaining people to come over and do the asset inventory. I want to see the official collection documents before noon tomorrow."
On the other end of the headset, Miller's voice was a little dry. "... I understand."
Soon, bundles of banknotes were continuously shipped out from the basement, bedroom, study, Garden of Nurgle, and warehouse. The cash transport truck came one after another, leaving every time it was full, and came back empty to continue loading.
Tychus carried two boxes of gold bars and walked from the study to the door and back again. He ran back and forth more than a dozen times without wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Moving money is much more tiring than fighting." He muttered.
At the gate of the manor, the convoy of Miller arrived shortly after.
He stood outside the cordon, looking at the bullet casings and corpses on the ground with an unnatural expression.
At this time, Fu Haoran came out.
Behind him, Tychus was carrying Rojas like a sack and followed behind.
"Mr. Fu." Miller walked over quickly, with a smile on his face that he couldn't hide.
"The inventory of the vault has been completed. There is a total of 470 million U. S. dollars in cash, as well as gold and jewelry worth 200 million U. S. dollars. Together with several other strongholds, it is conservatively estimated that more than one billion U. S. dollars in illegal assets can be seized."
"Turn it over at 30%?" Fu Haoran asked.
"Thirty percent." Miller nodded. How dare he say no? As for how much, no one dared to ask.
"The remaining 70% will be at the disposal of the leader of the operation according to the agreement. You can give me an account number and we will arrange the transfer at dawn."
Fu Haoran flicked the cigarette ashes. "No hurry."
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the mine deep inside the manor - there were several abandoned lithium mines controlled by Rojas, and they all now belong to him.
"Miller, let me ask you something."
"You said."
"Colombia, who was buying these mines before?"
Miller was stunned for a moment and thought for a moment, "The mines in Rojas's hands are nominally affiliated with a shell company, but the amount is not large, because Rojas doesn't care about the mines at all, he just uses them to launder money."
"Is the channel still there?"
"It should still be there." Miller hesitated, "Do you want to continue selling?"
"Why not?" Fu Haoran smiled, "The mine is in my hands, and the channels are also in my hands. If I don't sell it, I won't sell it."
Miller didn't ask again.
He just wants to get his political achievements quickly. As for whether Fu Haoran sells ores or arms, it has nothing to do with him.
Cheng Beixiao, who is far away from University of Tokyo, always feels like she has not been able to sleep well recently.
It's not that I did anything wrong, it's that I was too busy.
I get a monthly salary of 70,000 yuan, but I have nothing to do!
Except for being busy for a while when I first joined the company, I have been idle since then.
Cheng Beixiao is worried about whether he will be laid off.
After all, according to foreign customs, the first step to reduce costs and increase efficiency is to take advantage of people like him.
It had been almost three months since he received a mission, so Cheng Beixiao wondered if the company had forgotten about him.
As the saying goes:
Monthly salary of 10,000 yuan: I don't agree with what the boss said, but I won't say anything.
Monthly salary of 20,000 yuan: Whatever the boss says, just give me the money.
Monthly salary of 30,000 yuan: Everything the boss says is right, but it must be me who is wrong.
Monthly salary of 50,000:996 is as natural as breathing.
A monthly salary of 100,000: I don't need to get off work.
Cheng Beixiao Although the monthly salary is only 70,000, as long as he travels on business, the daily subsidy plus performance can make him touch the edge of 100,000.
Cheng Beixiao now just wants to be dispatched by the company.
Cheng Beixiao is going out on a date with his girlfriend tonight. His girlfriend is putting on makeup, and Cheng Beixiao habitually looks at her phone, but finds that there is still no message, so she can only put it aside.
Girlfriend Lin Wan was dissatisfied. "Don't you have me in your heart? You look at your broken mobile phone all day long."
Cheng Beixiao ignored his girlfriend's dissatisfaction. He was his classmate. He had been chasing her for four years and they only got together recently. Cheng Beixiao knew the reason for this very well - it was not because he wanted to save money on rent.
Cheng Beixiao Recently I discovered that the goddess I have been chasing for so many years seems to be average.
Suddenly, a beep sounded on the work machine.
Cheng Beixiao grabbed the phone immediately and saw the task above:
[Go to Baosteel, HBIS Group, and Shagang Group tomorrow to discuss orders. The parent company wants to sell iron ore.]
Cheng Beixiao immediately grabbed the bag that had been prepared. "I'm going on a business trip and I won't accompany you."
Lin Wan was angry. "Cheng Beixiao, we agreed that tonight is our official date. If you dare to leave, we will break up."
Cheng Beixiao said without looking back, "It's up to you."
There was the sound of something being thrown from behind, but Cheng Beixiao didn't look back.
Between his girlfriend and his monthly salary of nearly 100,000 yuan, Cheng Beixiao still knows which one is more important.