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"It's about the Shanshui Group."
"..."
Qi Tongwei recounted the whole story, while Mu Chen, who was in his car on the other end of the phone, raised an eyebrow.
He said, "Mexico?"
"I see."
"No need for a red notice. I'll handle this. You just need to arrange for extradition."
Mu Chen hung up the phone.
He took out a cell phone from a hidden spot in the back seat of the car.
I dialed a long-distance call.
He said, "Hey, Kazman, it's me."
"I need you to help me catch someone..."
Chapter 91 The Giant! Zhao Ruilong's Arrangements
Mexico, border coastline.
Inside a white villa, a dozen or so Mexican men and women were gathered together, and among them, surrounded by people who looked Chinese.
This person was none other than the agent of the Shanshui Group that Qi Tongwei wanted to hunt down.
Du Bozhong!
This villa was his base, ensuring he could live a comfortable life even in Mexico.
He has a large amount of funds from the Shanshui Group.
All of this money was obtained by the Shanshui Group through money laundering, crime, and illegal business operations.
The Mexicans around him were gang members he had befriended with money after arriving in this place, as well as a group of bar girls.
As long as you have money to pave the way.
Even among Mexicans, they can get along well.
Furthermore, Du Bozhong hired a number of bodyguards to protect his safety.
They kept a close watch on the entire manor.
Because he knows.
Many people don't want him to live, and those who do want him to live just want to take him back!
He knows too many secrets he shouldn't know!
As Du Bozhong held his wine glass, he had a bad feeling.
And at this time.
The Mexicans nearby came up to them.
"Hey, Du! Come on, have a drink!"
"There are many more surprises waiting for you tonight!"
After saying that, he gestured with his eyes to the hostess next to him, and Du Bozhong put his worries aside.
This is Mexico.
No matter how far the people of Handong extend their reach, can they really extend their reach all the way to Mexico?
He had the protection of local Mexican gangs.
If anything happens, you can escape immediately without any worries.
Think of this.
Du Bozhong then put his worries aside and continued to enjoy himself.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
And at the same time.
In Mexico's largest city, inside a huge high-rise building, a tall man holds a telephone.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
His face was serious.
He said, "Boss, don't worry, I've given the order to immediately search for this Du Bozhong throughout the country!"
"I guarantee that as long as he's in Mexico, he'll never escape my grasp!"
Kazman said with great confidence.
And he certainly has the confidence to do so, because he is the man who truly stands at the top of this country!
It's not just giants in monopolistic industries.
He is also a global arms tycoon!
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Mexico was practically under his control!
But this man, who was standing on the summit of Mexico, was now treating the man on the other end of the phone with utmost respect.
Kazman quickly ended the call.
He summoned his assistant and ordered, "Immediately search the territory for this man named Du Bozhong. I need to know his whereabouts within three hours!"
"At the same time, have the third security team prepare immediately."
"Ready to go at any time!"
After saying that.
Kazman walked to a corner of his office and pressed a hidden switch. Instantly, the wall behind his office chair opened.
Guns were revealed hidden inside the wall!
"Let me see which one to use..."
Kazman began to carefully select items as if they were works of art.
It wasn't until half an hour later.
Kazman appeared on the roof of the building fully armed, while a well-equipped security team, resembling special forces, was already waiting on the roof.
On the rooftop of the building.
An armed transport helicopter, capable of carrying more than ten people, is parked on the roof of the building!
The propellers have already started spinning.
Warming up!
We guarantee we can depart anytime!
Time passes slowly.
One hour... two hours... Kazman stared coldly at his phone. If his assistant hadn't found the person within three hours, the coyotes in the wilderness would have a good meal.
Just as three hours were about to pass.
A location message was sent to Kazman's phone!
Kazman slowly put his phone away.
He stepped into the armed transport helicopter, sat in the cabin, and made a gesture.
"set off!"
Immediately, the fully armed transport helicopter roared and whipped up a gust of wind as it rose from the roof of the building.
It rose into the air.
Meanwhile, two other buildings not far apart.
Two more armed transport helicopters took off.
Three helicopters formed a squadron and headed straight for the Mexican border coastline!
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Across the ocean, in Handong, in Jingzhou.
Huilong Group.
Zhao Ruilong was on the phone with his sister Zhao Xiaohui, his voice filled with nervousness and unease.
"Sister, do you think the people we arranged can take down Du Bozhong?"
"The provincial department is moving way too fast! They've already started preparing for the extradition!"
"Luckily, we found out in advance!"
"But I'm afraid it's too late for us to act... I should have killed Du Bozhong sooner!"
Zhao Ruilong was filled with regret.