Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 437 "Young man, you are probably hungry."

Georgia slowly opened his eyes.

The smell of disinfectant hit my nose.

After his pupils shrank slightly and adjusted, he saw that the bed was full of people.

"Boss, you're awake! Boss, you're awake." A bald man shouted excitedly, approached and asked nervously, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Jia reached out and pushed his face away, "You have a foul mouth..."

The bald man was embarrassed for a moment, but then he hurriedly shouted, "Where's the doctor? Where the hell is the doctor?"

After a while, the doctor rushed in, looked at the instrument carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Giorgia is fine."

The Gulf Group executives present all breathed a sigh of relief.

Giorgia cannot die. Their lives and property are tied together. They prosper together and suffer together.

"Boss, who did it? I'll take my men and kill them back!" the bald man asked angrily.

He is the manager of the Gulf Group in Asia and also Abrego's adopted son. He grew up with Giorgia and they have a close relationship. That's why when the latter fainted, he didn't look for the police but for designated personnel instead.

"I don't know either, but those guys were well-trained. The Burmese guy and I, along with a dozen bodyguards, were all killed."

Qiao Jia covered his head and said, "It doesn't seem like a temporary resolution, but a premeditated assassination."

Baldy and the others looked at each other, and suddenly a name popped into their heads.

"Boss, could it be that Arturo DeSena's son of a bitch did this?"

"If you die... no matter what happens, that guy will be able to take over all the power, and no one will be able to compete with him in the southern government."

"Besides, we came to Thailand and this matter was kept secret. Not many people knew about it. This must be a problem within us."

The bald man slammed a hammer on the table next to him and said with great certainty, "It was him who did it. He has long been unhappy with our Gulf Group. Last time, he asked us to give 10% of the shares to other organizations. He was just afraid that we would dominate the market and compete with him."

"Boss, give the order, and I will lead my brothers to fight him!"

Qiao Jia frowned. He was an arrogant man, but he was not stupid. His eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake. "Say hello to the brothers in the country. Stay calm. I'm not dead yet. Don't let anyone take advantage of me."

"Wait until I get back, this matter is not over yet!"

"Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill him and make him roll his head!"

As the eldest son of Abrego, he is much older than his two younger brothers. When he was born, the Gulf Group was still making a fortune by smuggling electrical appliances, so he started to venture into the business at a very young age.

There are still bullet marks on his buttocks, but the lives of his two younger brothers were better when they came out.

He became the "Crown Prince" through real fighting, and all the elders, both high and low, respected him.

Arturo De Sena, since you didn't kill me, I can only say that God and the goddess of victory are on my side!

"Okay." The bald man responded.

"Where are the brother and sister who saved my life?" Georgia suddenly asked.

"Just outside."

"Call them in."

The younger brother hurried out, and the bald man lowered his voice, "Boss, those two brothers and sisters are just vegetable sellers, we just need to give them some money and beat them up."

Qiao Jia glanced at him, and the other party was startled, and slapped himself with great force, breaking his lips, "I talk too much, I'm a mean person."

“Stop it, we are brothers, we grew up together, there is no need to do this, but Norris, my life is not that cheap.”

Soon, the two siblings were brought in by their younger brother, still wearing the same clothes. The girl nervously grabbed her brother's clothes. Seeing that her pants were still stained with blood from her injuries, Giorgia's eyes relaxed and said, "Thank you."

"What do you want? Money? Or power? As long as I can do it, I can promise you!"

“No, no, no, no need… We don’t want it. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. It’s our duty.” My brother waved his hands and tried hard to force a smile.

My sister also nodded beside me.

"Do you know who I am?" Georgia stared at them, and the bald Norris Fitzgerald also squinted his eyes and looked over.

A bunch of burly guys were watching and the little girl was so scared that she started crying with tears falling from her eyes.

"What...what are you going to do? We don't want anything, just let...let us go, sir, we are just vegetable vendors." The brother stood in front of his sister and said tremblingly.

Giorgia leaned back and said, "Then come back to Mexico with me. In Thailand you are just the bottom of the society, but if you come with me, I will make you the top of the society. How much money can you make by selling vegetables? You have no future!"

"Do you want your sister to be a vegetable girl forever? Life is not easy."

"What about you? Do you want to spend your whole life groveling in this godforsaken place? Follow me, and you will have everything you want."

My brother had a conflicted look on his face.

"I want to study, can I?" my sister asked bravely.

"read?"

The drug dealers in the room were all stunned. We took you to commit crimes, and you want to study?!
Ah Zhen, are you kidding?
But Giorgia met the woman's eyes and smiled, "No problem, I'll let the best teacher in the world be your tutor. What do you want to do in the future?"

"I want to be... a writer."

"Then I'll buy you a Nobel Prize in Literature."

? ?
"Why...why did you agree to this for us? We just saved you." The brother couldn't help but ask.

"smoothly?"

Giorgia crossed his hands and raised his eyelids, "My life is not that cheap."

"What's your name?"

"Prasong Charomphong."

"Niang Songxi."

"Follow me, you won't regret it."

Golf course at the National Palace in Mexico City.

Victor was wearing a hat and sunglasses, his body was a little stiff. He held his breath and concentrated with a club in his hand. He gently pushed the ball, and it slowly rolled into the hole.

clap clap clap...

Casare, who was wearing a hat, clapped his hands and said, "Boss, your skills are improving so fast. It won't be long before you can play in the professional league."

Victor handed the club to the caddy. "My skills? That's like a drug dealer selling sugar. I don't know how I scored the goal. It was all luck."

The two chatted and laughed as they walked back to the rest area.

The waiter prepared the drinks and warm long-sleeved clothes.

"But I still like fishing. I'm a country bumpkin, a poor guy from the countryside, and I'm not used to this kind of thing."

Playing golf is actually largely for the purpose of integrating into this circle.

But I don't know when this sport was given the name of "gentleman" and "high-end", and masturbation is still an inherited skill. However, Victor doesn't need to look at other people's eyes. At his status, what he likes is high-end. When he heard that he likes fishing, many people went to learn fishing.

This is called leading by example.

Therefore, it is difficult to have a hobby when sitting in his position.

Casare smiled and nodded, "Boss, when we were in prison, we liked to play football. We were much happier than we are now."

"Now, as soon as I open my eyes, I start working. Today this state asks for financial support, and tomorrow that state asks for subsidies. I feel overwhelmed every day."

As he was speaking, Jeff Bennett ran over from a distance.

Victor joked, "I'm not much better. When I retire, I have to find a stable place."

"General, intelligence from Thailand."

The director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Bureau panted, "Our personnel have already infiltrated Giorgia and successfully infiltrated him. They will lurk beside him as planned."

"Good job. Seal their files. No one is allowed to retrieve their information without your and my orders."

"Yes!"

"Boss, why don't you kill Giorgia? Killing him will boost our morale, and the Gulf Group will be leaderless, which will also be a blow to the southern regime."

"Jeff, talk to Casare." Victor said with a smile.

Jeff Bennett nodded. "Two days before the operation, we instigated a cousin of Endric Vinicius, the "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the Southern Government, to defect. He was a close confidant of his."

"He told us that his cousin had asked him to write a letter to the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime, and that letter contained Giorgia's whereabouts. According to what he relayed, Enderico and Arturo were planning to use us to get rid of Giorgia and completely take over the regime."

"But he also said that his cousin actually looked down on Arturo and wanted to establish himself as king. If Giorgia died in Thailand, then rumors would spread in the Yucatan Peninsula that Arturo had killed Giorgia, and they would be able to benefit from the conflict between them."

Casare frowned and smiled bitterly, "Wait, my brain isn't working very well. I'm getting dizzy from all this talk."

"They are not united internally. After some discussion within the Counterintelligence Bureau, they decided that it would be best to let Giorgia return alive. By then, he and Arturo will definitely not be able to coexist. If they can start a large-scale internal conflict, then it will be just around the corner for us to retake the South."

"Then what does it mean to put someone inside him..."

Victor interrupted at this time, "When you have time, you can read the book Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I have to say that China is a great country with a rich history. You can see many strategies in it that can be used today."

"Although those two men saved Georgia, it is impossible for them to enter the upper echelons. Because of Ethan Hunt, the Cali Group is now conducting very strict background checks on their upper echelons."

"But if you find his shortcomings, it's very simple."

Victor looked at Jeff Bennett, and the director quickly took over the conversation, "The psychological working group of the Intelligence Bureau has been tracking and studying him for more than 7 months and found that he is very smart, but he is extremely conceited and lacks the care of his family since childhood."

"His father Abrego only cared about smuggling and making money. His mother and sister, who were born at the same time as him, were shot to death by the enemy. This caused him to live in a lonely and helpless environment since childhood. This kind of person is called "maternal love deficiency personality" in psychology. "

"If there was a woman who cared about you every day, cooked for you, and even cared about your daily life, and took care of your daily life, what would you do?"

Casare frowned, "Dependence?"

"Maybe he will be dissatisfied or uncomfortable at first, but once he opens up his heart, he will become very dependent on you."

Oh ~
Fishing for a rich guy!
All that talk is to pick up Giorgia.

"Then how can we ensure that our people can... enter his heart?"

Jeff Bennett shrugged. "That requires professionals to do the job. We have set up a 'Love Section' in the Counterintelligence Agency and hired more than 20 people to assist. They include love experts, men who have dated more than times, and women who keep changing boyfriends. We also plan to transfer Ethan Hunt to be a special advisor."

Oh, with that scumbag around, there's basically no problem.

The intelligence community is full of hidden talents.

Ethan Hunt is simply a gunner. It is said that he is still traveling around the world with his Kennedy widow. They are about to meet the parents...

There's nothing I can do. Who can blame him for being eloquent, handsome, and good at kung fu?
But on second thought, the thought that there was someone around him who was plotting against him, and there was a group of people behind him giving him advice, made Casare feel creepy at the thought.

Does this look like the socialites of later times?
In order to marry into a wealthy family, a group of people will lie for you.

Human beings are the most terrifying thing.

"After the people we send over have completely won over Qiao Jia's heart, what will you do if someone steals her away at this time, or even makes it a done deal?"

"Hermitage?" Casare raised his eyebrows.

Jeff Bennett nodded. "Men's desire to control women, especially women they have slept with, is outrageous. There are many cases of men killing for love..."

"What if Arturo DeSenna doesn't buy it?"

"His father is still alive. He is a sex-crazed man. He used Arturo's name to rape many people, including decent women. He would send people to beat husbands to death if he saw any good-looking girl on the street. He would snatch her away."

"His father was just an ordinary drug dealer who rose to fame overnight, but he didn't have his endurance."

Casare suddenly realized...

My goodness, this is not a honey trap aimed at myself, but at my own father?
Ask yourself, don’t you know whether your father is a lustful person?
If this really happens, will Arturo hand his father over to Giorgia for disposal?
It's impossible!

Add to that the trigger of this "assassination", can you still bear it?
So what do your brothers think of you?

There will definitely be a bloody massacre.

Casare's face was a little stiff. Damn, the intelligence guys are really stupid. They use such dirty tricks. But he didn't reject it. Just don't do it to me.

"It would be best if we can do it without bloodshed. By increasing the success rate of going south, we can reduce some unnecessary casualties. I hope my soldiers can be brought out by me and return safely."

Victor said, standing up.

Casare and others remained silent.

"Let's go, it's time for lunch break, let's get back to work."

A group of people followed him, and Casare suddenly approached Jeff Bennett and asked, "How did you bribe Endrick's cousin? He shouldn't care about the money, right?"

The clown had a sly smile on his face.

"Endrick's mom was having an affair with this cousin, and we got the photos."

Casare: ??? Crows flew over my head.

"How fucking old is he?"

"67 is old."

"Where's my cousin?"

"23 is old."

This really silenced Casare. Even a well-read person couldn't say anything at this time, let alone him?

In the end, I could only say this with a wry smile.

"Young man, you're probably hungry."

He paused and then emphasized, "I'm starving."

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