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Chapter 129
chapter 0086 part 3
"Not enough!" Willie raised his index finger and shook it. "The conditions you offer are not enough to buy your life!"
Gustavo was silent for a moment, glancing at the White Punk kneeling on the ground not far away. "I have two professional chemists. They can purify the drugs to over 95% purity. You should know their value!"
Over 95% purity. Willie became interested. This purity was much higher than the goods he imported from France. That batch of goods was said to be made in a village in Southeast Asia, sold to France, and by the time it reached him, it was already third-hand, costing almost a third more than Italian local goods. But its high purity made it superior, so it had a large market in Italy. If there really were cheap goods with over 95% purity.
Willie looked at the calm-faced Gustavo, frowned, picked up a wine glass from a nearby table, poured a glass of Sapphire Tequila, and handed the glass to Gustavo. "I need to see your sincerity!"
Gustavo didn't hesitate at all. After taking the glass, he gave Willie an address. "After I drink this, please take me here. I have arranged for a doctor there to have my stomach pumped!" Without waiting for Willie's response, Gustavo drained the tequila in the glass in one gulp.
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At a Motel, Gustavo woke up groggily from the operating table, leaning over the side of the bed and dry-heaving.
"They left. This is the business card the Italian left!"
Gustavo's capable Subordinate, a sturdy white old man over sixty, stood guard nearby with a double-barreled hunting rifle. Seeing Gustavo recover from the vomiting, he walked forward and handed Gustavo a business card.
"Willie Gambino, Gambino family, Italian Mafia!"
Gustavo pondered for a moment, then tucked the business card into his pocket.
"They took Jesse," the old white man said to Gustavo.
Gustavo wasn't surprised at all. He walked to a nearby coat rack, took down a new suit, and put it on.
"What about Walter?"
"Same as usual, not very well-behaved," the old white man pursed his lips.
Gustavo straightened his tie in the mirror: "Go teach him a lesson, but be careful not to go too far. We still need him now!"
The old white man nodded understandingly, pushed open the garage door, and walked out.
"Gambino family, Tang Song, the new crime boss?” Thinking of that face he secretly saw in the video, a trace of gloom flashed across Gustavo's face.
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In the Manor's entertainment room, Lane was playing billiards with Boss Tang. Lane reported on the work while playing.
Hearing Lane's report about Willie, Tang Song wiped his billiard cue and smiled.
"Drugs, we don't do that. Let Willie deal with the two tunnels himself, but have him hand over twenty percent of the profit every month! How are The Painter's counterfeit euros? Once they are counterfeited, have Willie sell them through his drug channel!”
"The plates have been completed. In a few more days, the first batch of finished products will be around fifty million euro! I will connect with Willie immediately!"
"Okay, right. Around this time, Frank should have arrived in Japan by now, right?"
The flight from San Francisco to Tokyo last night should have already arrived. Lane replied, pocketing the last black ball and putting away his cue.
"Thirty people, Lane, guess if Frank can give The Hand a surprise?"
Looking at the billiards Lane had just set up, Tang Song raised his billiard cue, poised to attack.
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Shizuoka Airport, the closest international Airport to Mount Fuji in Japan, is only eighty kilometers northeast of Mount Fuji. This Airport is very small, so small that even luggage has to be left outside the Airport, and you can only take your luggage inside until it's time for check-in. However, because it is the closest international Airport to Mount Fuji, the traffic it handles every year is not small. Foreigners are also very common here.
When Frank walked out of the Airport carrying his luggage, he didn't attract much attention. At most, a few enthusiastic private guides approached Frank, promoting their hot springs and beautiful girls.
"I've arrived in Japan. When will the things I ordered arrive?"
In Africa, Yuri, who was in a hotel in a small country in South Africa, enjoying the pole dance of two black pearls, walked to the window with his mobile phone.
"Immediately, I've already found someone to pick you up. He will take you to the warehouse. The things you need are there!"
Frank held his mobile phone, carrying his suitcase with one hand, and walked on the Highway outside the Airport. After declining several taxi drivers, a black Honda car stopped in front of him. A Japanese youth with a buzz cut got out of the car.
"Are you Mr. Frank? I am Ken Sato. Mr. Yuri asked me to pick you up!"
(end of chapter)
"Not enough!" Willie raised his index finger and shook it. "The conditions you offer are not enough to buy your life!"
Gustavo was silent for a moment, glancing at the White Punk kneeling on the ground not far away. "I have two professional chemists. They can purify the drugs to over 95% purity. You should know their value!"
Over 95% purity. Willie became interested. This purity was much higher than the goods he imported from France. That batch of goods was said to be made in a village in Southeast Asia, sold to France, and by the time it reached him, it was already third-hand, costing almost a third more than Italian local goods. But its high purity made it superior, so it had a large market in Italy. If there really were cheap goods with over 95% purity.
Willie looked at the calm-faced Gustavo, frowned, picked up a wine glass from a nearby table, poured a glass of Sapphire Tequila, and handed the glass to Gustavo. "I need to see your sincerity!"
Gustavo didn't hesitate at all. After taking the glass, he gave Willie an address. "After I drink this, please take me here. I have arranged for a doctor there to have my stomach pumped!" Without waiting for Willie's response, Gustavo drained the tequila in the glass in one gulp.
…………
At a Motel, Gustavo woke up groggily from the operating table, leaning over the side of the bed and dry-heaving.
"They left. This is the business card the Italian left!"
Gustavo's capable Subordinate, a sturdy white old man over sixty, stood guard nearby with a double-barreled hunting rifle. Seeing Gustavo recover from the vomiting, he walked forward and handed Gustavo a business card.
"Willie Gambino, Gambino family, Italian Mafia!"
Gustavo pondered for a moment, then tucked the business card into his pocket.
"They took Jesse," the old white man said to Gustavo.
Gustavo wasn't surprised at all. He walked to a nearby coat rack, took down a new suit, and put it on.
"What about Walter?"
"Same as usual, not very well-behaved," the old white man pursed his lips.
Gustavo straightened his tie in the mirror: "Go teach him a lesson, but be careful not to go too far. We still need him now!"
The old white man nodded understandingly, pushed open the garage door, and walked out.
"Gambino family, Tang Song, the new crime boss?” Thinking of that face he secretly saw in the video, a trace of gloom flashed across Gustavo's face.
……………
In the Manor's entertainment room, Lane was playing billiards with Boss Tang. Lane reported on the work while playing.
Hearing Lane's report about Willie, Tang Song wiped his billiard cue and smiled.
"Drugs, we don't do that. Let Willie deal with the two tunnels himself, but have him hand over twenty percent of the profit every month! How are The Painter's counterfeit euros? Once they are counterfeited, have Willie sell them through his drug channel!”
"The plates have been completed. In a few more days, the first batch of finished products will be around fifty million euro! I will connect with Willie immediately!"
"Okay, right. Around this time, Frank should have arrived in Japan by now, right?"
The flight from San Francisco to Tokyo last night should have already arrived. Lane replied, pocketing the last black ball and putting away his cue.
"Thirty people, Lane, guess if Frank can give The Hand a surprise?"
Looking at the billiards Lane had just set up, Tang Song raised his billiard cue, poised to attack.
…………
Shizuoka Airport, the closest international Airport to Mount Fuji in Japan, is only eighty kilometers northeast of Mount Fuji. This Airport is very small, so small that even luggage has to be left outside the Airport, and you can only take your luggage inside until it's time for check-in. However, because it is the closest international Airport to Mount Fuji, the traffic it handles every year is not small. Foreigners are also very common here.
When Frank walked out of the Airport carrying his luggage, he didn't attract much attention. At most, a few enthusiastic private guides approached Frank, promoting their hot springs and beautiful girls.
"I've arrived in Japan. When will the things I ordered arrive?"
In Africa, Yuri, who was in a hotel in a small country in South Africa, enjoying the pole dance of two black pearls, walked to the window with his mobile phone.
"Immediately, I've already found someone to pick you up. He will take you to the warehouse. The things you need are there!"
Frank held his mobile phone, carrying his suitcase with one hand, and walked on the Highway outside the Airport. After declining several taxi drivers, a black Honda car stopped in front of him. A Japanese youth with a buzz cut got out of the car.
"Are you Mr. Frank? I am Ken Sato. Mr. Yuri asked me to pick you up!"
(end of chapter)
