Chapter 60 God Help Me

Chapter 60 [God Help Me] In the underworld in Vancouver, the power of the Italians is not strong.

It's very simple. There are traditional white gangs here, while Italians are very few based on the population of Vancouver.

Naturally, it can't be too big a climate.

Basically, the underworld forces in Vancouver are divided into two parts.

One is a white underworld organization, which is naturally dominated by hell angels.

But it's a pity that in this unrest, Mr. Solin, the boss of Hell Angel, has adopted a retreat strategy... He is trying to whitewash himself.

He didn't want to get involved in such a big gang riot in Vancouver, so he didn't interfere in the whole process, but simply used the word "retired".

This strategy is similar to the one I have adopted.

I gave up almost the periphery of the territory and contracted all the core members back.

And Solin, more straightforward than me! In the past, if there was any big ** on the underworld, Solin would come forward and use his influence to suppress the riots below with his leading position in the Canadian underworld.

This method has always been very effective.

But this time, I made a scene so suddenly that I turned the whole of Vancouver upside down almost overnight! The underworld riots have become a huge social problem! In this case, there was also a police station explosion! The underworld problem has been elevated to a "terrorist" problem.

In this way, not to mention that Solin doesn't want to intervene... Even if he wants to intervene, he dares not intervene! He is now trying his best to whitewash himself, and he is desperately trying to think about the mainstream and show his goodwill.

In this case, Vancouver has become a basin of dirty water... He doesn't want to be blackened by this basin of dirty water.

So.

These days, despite the upturning of Vancouver, he has been out of the way.

He even gave up a few sites in Vancouver.

The white underworld forces in Vancouver, Solin retreated.

There is no other climate.

And another part of the underworld in Vancouver that occupies most of its power... is the immigration of various countries.

Chinese Chinese gang, big circle.

Vietnamese.

Iranians, Indians, Arabs... The "multinational forces" composed of gangs in these countries account for more than 70% of the underworld forces in Vancouver.

And the Abetoni in front of him has a gangster organization of Italian descent, which is also the so-called "Italian mafia". Of course, it is just a small unstream organization.

An organization like him belongs to the white camp on the underworld in Vancouver, but there is Hell Angel, the Canadian boss, in the white camp.

An organization like Abetoni can only be divided into a very small living space.

If there are several Italian mafia families in the United States.

is the world's underworld aircraft carrier with the sky name... So the small mafia family led by Abetoni in front of me is not even a broken sampan.

He announced his name, and I immediately remembered that night, I accidentally found the restaurant, which was a gangster stronghold under Abetoni.

at the same time.

The power of Abetoni's organization immediately passed in my mind.

This guy is a drug dealer and also does a little smuggling business.

But the scale is not large, it's just a small fight.

He has less than 30 core members.

controls a nightclub, which is also the kind of low-level nightclub.

It's simpler to say. Compared with me and his identity, he has to look up to me!" Oh, Mr. Abetoni.

I looked calm, played with my fingers, and said casually, "I don't think we have any friendship... You're here today.

What are you here for?" Oh, Mr. Chen Yang.

I believe in one sentence... Friendship can be built!" His tone was very polite, even with a sense of respect: "A few days ago, I think there was some misunderstanding between us..." "Oh."

I interrupted him and said lightly, "That's just a misunderstanding.

Before I visited that restaurant at night, I didn't know it was your property. I went there for something else.

It doesn't mean to be aimed at you. You can rest assured.

"Of course!" Abetoni smiled. When he grinned, he showed his white teeth: "I'm here today for friendship."

I didn't say anything and motioned him to go on.

"Now the turmoil in Vancouver, I think it's coming to an end... Everyone with discerning eyes knows that the Vietnamese are finished.

Those Indians, Arabs and Iranians, who can't see the situation clearly, will also be disabled by the police! I think, dear Mr. Chen Yang, if I'm not mistaken, Vancouver will experience a reshuffle... And after the reshuffle, I'm afraid that you, Mr. Chen Yang will have the final say in the future.

I still smiled and didn't say anything.

I admit that his horse patted me very well.

But flattery is just flattery after all.

"Tell me what you mean. My time is precious."

I said it coldly.

Don't say I'm arrogant, it's because I have arrogant capital!" Cooperate."

Abetoni didn't care about my cold attitude at all, but became more and more enthusiastic: "I hope to cooperate with you! You should understand a truth... Cooperate with the strong is a business that only makes money and does not lose! And now, in the whole of Vancouver, you are the strong!" A smart person.

At least he can see the situation clearly and predict that in the future in Vancouver, I'm afraid it will be the dominant situation of my big circle... His judgment is still very accurate.

"Cooperation?" I laughed.

It's true that he is very smart, but it doesn't mean that I will definitely cooperate with him... After all, he is not the only one who is smart.

After the storm subsides, everyone can see our strength! At that time, who do I want to cooperate with and what... Isn't it a word?" I'm sorry."

I was expressionless and said slowly, "With all due respect... From my point of view, I don't think your organization has the ability to cooperate with me."

What I said is very secretive, but he should be able to understand.

In a word... his organization is too weak.

It's so small that I can almost ignore it.

With the number of his subordinates, territory, strength... Even if he comes to me, I have to consider whether it is worth accepting... Cooperation? Only when your strength is close can you cooperate! Have you ever seen Microsoft have business cooperation with the kind of landbag company that sells computer accessories on the roadside?? Oh... I think our cooperation will be very valuable!" Abetoni was not discouraged at all.

Actually, I know...this guy.

He just wants to take advantage of it... He is sure that Vancouver will be my world in the future... So he wants to take a ride! Climb a big tree! However, looking at his confident expression, it seems that he is really not sure.

"Let me see what you said is worth."

I said bluntly, "Mr. Abetoni, I'm a hospitable person... but my time is also precious."

Shit, if it hadn't been for his door-to-door guest and a good attitude, I would have kicked him out long ago... It's a waste of my time! Qiaoqiao has been obsessed with shooting in the past two days, and now she runs to the back to find Silo to help her practice her marksmanship. Yan Di is the only one in the room... I also want to send the Italian away while Qiaoqiao is away.

Go back and spend a while alone with Yan Di MM... Seeing that I'm impatient, Abetoni doesn't dare to make any more mistakes.

"Mr. Chen Yang, I think the conditions I put forward.

You must be very interested.

He looked confident and then said in a low voice, "You know, I used to do some smuggling business... I even own a smuggling ship... But some time ago, the pressure on the sea was so great that the coast guard people chased us around like crazy... As a result, I had no choice.

decided to sell the ship... As a result, you know, in this case.

Soon someone will come to me to buy my boat... And the people who come to me, I think you will be interested in them..." "Oh?" Of course!" Abetoni lowered his voice with a smile: "It's two Vietnamese..." My eyes lit up, I sat up straight, and a smile appeared on my face.

"Oh, it's really interesting."

I smiled and seemed to forget all my impatience just now. I pointed to the teacup in front of him: "Please drink tea, dear Mr. Abetoni... This is the best tea from China!" Thank you."

This guy looked cunning and coughed.

Then he continued: "I began to feel very strange... You know, now the Coast Guard is crazy to track down everywhere, and the business is very difficult, so when I sold the ship, I was ready to lose money.

But these Vietnamese didn't consider the price at all. They didn't consider the price I offered at all and immediately accepted it... I think even if I doubled the price at the beginning, most of them would have accepted it.

"And then?" Then..." Abetoni smiled and said, "I didn't show up for that deal, but when I asked my brother to talk to them, I tested them... What surprised me is that these boat buyers don't know about smuggling at all. They are completely laymen.

It even makes me feel strange... They don't even have the common sense of sailing... So I can at least be sure: they bought my boat, which is definitely not used for smuggling trade... Of course, it is even less likely to be used for fishing.

I lit a cigarette: "Go on."

"Navigation is not a simple game... At least some experienced sailors and crew are needed! Otherwise, even if you are given a good boat, you can't drive away.

Abetoni laughed and said, "So, soon I found that someone was recruiting sailors through some underground channels.

Unfortunately, I found that it was the Vietnamese buyers who sent this message who bought my ship.

He paused deliberately and smiled, "I think this is a good opportunity! Those damn Vietnamese have caused me a lot of trouble... Moreover, I think many people must be looking for these Vietnamese now, right? They found a boat, and the purpose should be clear... They want to leave Canada! And I think their behavior is very smart... Because if they find other smuggling boats and want to leave by boat, it is inevitable that if someone buys eyeliner from the captains of the smuggling trade, they can't run away... And at this time, I think not many people will think of it. Pay attention to the trading of old ships... To be honest, I'm also lucky.

I met them... If they hadn't met me... I think these Vietnamese had unconsciously bought a boat and ran away.

It's true! He is right! Even if I guessed that the Vietnamese would run from the sea, I just asked Captain Wick to help me keep an eye on the smuggling ships and stowaways that have been in and out of the sea recently, and pay attention to whether there are any suspicious people leaving by boat! But I also ignored the "(ship trading" market! I have to say that this Abetoni is really lucky! You know... I feel it's an opportunity... I think a lot of people are looking for these Vietnamese... So..." He smiled and said, "When they were looking for sailors, I immediately sent my two men down.

They were originally experienced seafarers, so soon they were admitted... But after they were admitted, they were never able to contact me after they got on the ship.

This proves my guess again! At first, I suspected that my two men were probably killed by them... But I noticed that the Vietnamese did not send a message to recruit sailors later... So I judged that my two men were still working on the ship, but the Vietnamese obviously limited their contact with the outside world.

I sighed and frowned, "So... Even if you can't know where the Vietnamese are now?" No, no, no, no..." Abetoni shook his head like a rattle: "Of course I have a way to know! My dear Mr. Chen Yang... To be honest, if I don't know, how dare I come to you? I'm afraid you kicked it out a long time ago.

He blinked and smiled: "You haven't run on the sea... You don't know that a ship is sailing on the vast sea... Oh, it's not the 18th century, you went to sea with a compass and a few nautical charts... Now there is more advanced technology! My ship... has a positioning system, which I once spent a lot of money to ensure the safety of going to sea!" He smiled and slowly spit out a few letters: "GPRS".

Then, the cunning Italian looked at me: "I think you must be interested in the news I brought, right... So... With all due respect... Have I won your friendship now?" Of course!" Without hesitation, I stretched out my hand to him and smiled, "Mr. Abetoni, from now on, you are my friend!" Da Ruan, Da Ruan... It seems that even God is helping me!