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"Yes, boss."

The strong man nodded and turned to leave.

Menendez pulled down his sunglasses, glanced at the beauties around him, and said, "All of you go in and wait in the room."

The beauties didn't dare to say anything more and just nodded.

Everyone hurriedly left the open-air swimming pool, not daring to slack off at all.

Soon, the strong man came back again.

But this time, following him was a white man in a suit who looked a bit evil.

This man's name is Jerome Valeska, a former comrade in the trenches.

After retiring from the Rangers, his life was so difficult that he had to resort to robbery to make a living.

The capitalist-dominated government doesn't care how these retired veterans are doing.

For them.

As long as you have not retired, you are still useful. After retirement, you can do whatever you want.

As for whether you are dead or alive.

They don't want to know, and they don't want to know.

A ruthless society creates selfish citizens.

interests come first.

Everything goes away.

Later, Trench found Jerome, who had just robbed a middle-class family, and invited him to join Hydra.

Instead of robbing, it is better to live a more exciting life and make a lot of money.

Jerome is a man who loves excitement, and he chose to join Hydra without hesitation.

Codename: Joker!

Jerome followed the strong man to the open-air swimming pool and saw Menendez lying on a beach chair at first sight.

Is this the famous laundry detergent merchant, Menendez?

Tsk, isn’t he an old man?

The man in front of him had a muscular body and looked to be in his thirties or forties at most.

Could it be... a substitute?

After all, Menendez offended too many people, not only the Mexican president, but also President Sam.

Both men wanted to get rid of Menendez as soon as possible.

However, he escaped several targeted arrest operations, and the products seized were counterfeit.

The burly man came to Menendez and said flatteringly, "Boss, the person has been brought here."

On the beach chair.

Menendez stretched and sat up straight.

He lowered his sunglasses and glanced at Jerome, his tone playful: "From the United States? Could he be a CIA agent?"

"Mr. Menendez, do I look like that to you?"

Jerome was not shy at all, showing his signature devilish smile and spreading his hands.

"No, he looks more like... a robber." Menendez curled his lips and said.

"Mr. Menendez, your guess is correct. To be honest, I was indeed robbing people just a day ago."

Jerome withdrew his hand and changed his tone, saying, "But I am an arms dealer now, and I have a big business deal I want to discuss with Mr. Menendez."

"Arms dealer? Interesting, what kind of business do you want to discuss?"

Menendez glanced at Jerome and showed some interest.

It's interesting that an arms dealer is looking for a laundry detergent seller to discuss cooperation.

Killing people or subverting a country?

Or maybe it's smuggling, laundry detergent hidden in guns and ammunition?!

Chapter 176 Sir, times have changed, it’s time to change your thinking

"This deal is simple. For you, Mr. Menendez, there are only benefits and no disadvantages."

"Interesting, tell me about it?"

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Menendez became interested and took a sip of the champagne on the table.

"Sneak into Sam's southern California Santa Barbara County and rob an aerospace fuel plant called Startup."

Jerome sat down on the beach chair across from Menendez and stared at him.

Menendez's eyes moved slightly, and he said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, the fuel plant is a private enterprise that cooperates with the Sam Army and is protected by military forces."

"And it's not far from Vandenberg Air Force Base, so it's not an easy job."

Hear this.

Jerome knew that Menendez was asking for benefits, so he smiled and said, "Of course, we can't let Mr. Menendez do a business that loses money."

"As long as you can safely transport the 100 tons of fuel you seized to Alaska, our Hydra organization will give you a batch of ammunition, enough to equip an entire regiment, free of charge."

"I wonder... Mr. Menendez, what do you think?"

Speaking of it.

Jerome looked at Menendez with a smile, and there seemed to be a hint of evil in his smile.

A regiment of ammunition, I believe Menendez is not a fool.

He would be moved by this!

For a largest laundry detergent merchant, the only thing that can bring him a sense of security is weapons.

"..."

Menendez looked at Jerome's smile and frowned slightly.

I always feel that this white man named Jerome in front of me has an evil spirit in his bones.

However, Jerome's words made Menendez fall into silence.

I have to say, he was moved.

What's the most important thing to sell laundry detergent? Weapons!

Giving away a regiment of arms for free would not only equip his commandos, but also provide the entire Sinaloa Cartel with a batch of better equipment.

Encountering territorial disputes, competitors, or confrontations with government forces.

I am also very confident!

As long as he has this batch of weapons, he will have enough say in Sinaloa and even northern Mexico.

He is the local tyrant!

President? Go away.

"Mr. Jerome, you have successfully convinced me, but can I take a look at the goods?" Menendez came back to his senses and said.

"Okay, I need to report to the higher-ups." Jerome nodded and said.

"Okay, I'll give you a day."

Menendez politely asked him to leave. Jerome smiled, said see you tomorrow, and left.

Watched Jerome leave.

Menendez sat on the beach chair and pondered for a while, then turned his head to look at his confidant who was standing next to him like a piece of wood.

"Mark, I want all the information about Jerome and the Hydra organization. I've never heard of Hydra among international arms dealers."

"This organization of unknown origin, who knows if it's a trap set by Sam. I need to confirm its authenticity."

"I'll give you one day. If you can't find the information, wash yourself and prepare to feed the sharks."

"Boss, I'll go now."

Mark's expression froze, and he quickly turned and left.

It looked like someone was holding a knife and pointing it at him.

On the other side, Jerome left Menendez's manor and got into a Honda SUV parked outside.

The car started and quickly left the Menendez Manor.

After leaving the Menendez Manor for quite a distance.

The driver of the car tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing the face of a trench warrior.

"Jerome, what was the result?"

"A very cunning old fox agreed, but he wants to see the goods tomorrow." Jerome said, leaning his right hand on the car window.

"Tomorrow? It seems like this guy wants to investigate us, but it doesn't matter, let him investigate."

"The information has already been prepared, and we are just waiting for him to check it."

Trench was not surprised to hear this, as if everything was expected.

"Can we see the goods tomorrow?" Jerome nodded and asked.

"Our headquarters has global delivery capabilities. As long as customers need them, they can get the goods at any time." Trench said proudly.

"So powerful?"

Jerome's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he asked, "Who is the organization behind us?"

"Jerome, I'm sorry, since you just joined, I can't tell you. I hope you understand."

"Okay, I understand."

"But now that this matter is over, I think the boss will meet with you." Trench added.

"See me? Looks like I have to show off." Jerome smiled and became eager to do something.

When you meet your boss for the first time, you must do something satisfactory in order to gain more benefits.

He didn't want to go back to those days of hardship, let alone recall them.

Why are some people willing to be thieves and murderers rather than law-abiding citizens of a legal society?

Poverty, fear, humiliation, these things are too terrible for any person with a backbone.

……

Tiago City, Carlton Hotel.

In the presidential suite.

"Well done. As long as the target returns to Lockheed, our plan will be considered a success."

"Leave all those people to Marcus and the others. You, Task Force 141, please come back. We have a mission for you."

"Yes, boss."

hang up the phone.

Chu Zihang showed a happy smile, Lockheed's assist was good.

He was also wondering how to get Marilyn Hewson back to Lockheed after the replacement was completed without arousing suspicion.

In the end, they delivered it to the goal themselves, and were simply the best assists of the game.

However, going back like this would also arouse some suspicion.

After all, the founder of Lockheed was not a fool, but Marilyn Hewson was indeed rescued.

Even if they tested her blood, it would still be Marilyn Hewson.