From arms dealer to king of war

Qiao Jia did not feel frustrated. On the contrary, when someone attacked from the other side, it would greatly reduce the difficulty of his actions.

However, he still underestimated the attacker's ability and determination. When they bypassed the range of the sensor and approached the villa fence, Antar's voice sounded again...

"Boss, someone is approaching from the sea in a rubber boat. There are 15 people in three boats, four machine guns, and the others are automatic rifles.

Judging from their appearance, they should not be regular troops. They should be gunmen heading towards the Mori family. They want to storm in from the sea. "

Qiao Jia felt something was wrong at this time. He followed Dorian to find a hidden position and squatted down. He pressed the communicator and said, "Owl, is there anything unusual near our side?"

Antar mobilized a drone to fly over Qiaojia and the others and checked for a moment, then said: "No, but the strange thing is that the mercenaries we saw in the afternoon were all concentrated in the slums on your side.

During the day, the drone couldn't tell the difference between mercenaries and civilians, but now my field of vision is very clear. There are about 40 gunmen on guard in the slums on the south side. "

Qiao Jia had an indescribable strange feeling after hearing this, as if the Mori family was deliberately allowing the enemy to attack from two directions...

Looking at the heavily guarded villa not far away, Qiao Jia and Kaman looked at each other, then looked at Dorian, who was also thoughtful, and said, "I don't feel very good."

Dorian did not respond to Qiao Jia immediately, but asked in detail about the situation in several directions. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and said: "It should be a trap!

I just don’t know how the Mori family confirmed that the other party would attack tonight?

I always thought that they strengthened security to deter hostile forces outside. "

As Dorian looked at the security guards who were patrolling the huge courtyard of the villa, he shook his head and said, "Why do they do this? Killing a bunch of mercenaries will not solve the problems the Mori family is facing now."

Qiao Jia didn't want to think about what the Mori family thought. He looked at the villa not far away and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure that all the Mori family members are inside?"

Dorian nodded heavily and said, "I'm sure that the second son Bentley, the fourth son Jonah, the fifth son Joseph, and the eldest daughter Gloria, I saw them enter the villa with my own eyes."

Dorian nodded firmly and said, "I'm sure, and I've worked in it, I can guarantee that this villa has no tunnels leading to the outside world."

Qiao Jia shook his head instinctively and said: "This is wrong. If they are setting up a trap, they must have someone outside to take over and direct them. Otherwise, there is no practical meaning for them to take risks on their own."

Qiao Jia thought for a while and said: "No matter, let's wait and see the situation. If this is really a trap, those mercenaries will be dead.

As long as the Mori family thinks they have won, they will let down their guard, and then we will follow our original plan to catch them off guard! "

Dorian was a little surprised by Qiao Jia's unrelenting aggression at this time. Under normal circumstances, they should choose to retreat at this time to see the situation.

But he ignored that his boss did not have a professional background. He was very cautious, but sometimes very radical. He did not think like a soldier, but always acted from the perspective of his own interests.

If someone takes the initiative to attack and attract the attention of the Mori family, Qiao Jia, who wants the death of the Mori family, will feel that this is a good opportunity.

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Just when a fierce conflict was about to happen, inside a luxury hotel in the center of Catania.

A young woman wearing a backless evening dress walked into the bar and sat at the bar.

The young woman took out a lady's cigarette and put it to her lips. The bartender lit the cigarette for this woman who had a sexy aura all over her body.

The woman looked at the slightly frightened bartender. She smiled and said, "Give me a glass of whiskey without ice."

The bartender, who was not very focused, took his eyes away from the woman's majestic bust, nodded awkwardly, turned around, took a wine glass, placed it in front of the woman, and poured a small half glass of whiskey for her.

The handsome-looking bartender watched the woman pick up the glass and drink it all in one gulp. At the woman's signal, he diligently refilled her drink. Just when he was about to try to strike up a conversation, a middle-aged man in a wide suit walked up. Sit down next to the woman.

He waved to the bartender to give him a glass of whiskey. The middle-aged man handed over a euro to the bartender to give him some space. Then he raised his glass to gesture to the woman and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Mrs. Dupont's taste in drinking. Similar to someone like me..."

The woman glanced at the middle-aged man from the corner of her eye and said, "My father has taught me since I was a child that when dealing with some people, I should try to take care of their self-esteem.

Because some people may seem sanctimonious, but in fact there is a little boy with low self-esteem living in their hearts, and dirty thoughts are always lingering in their hearts. "

The middle-aged man was not angry even after being ridiculed. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know what you want to do by inviting me here?

I thought big shots like you wouldn't want to deal with us, the CIA. "

"My father is dead! Shot to death in prison."

When Mrs. Dupont spoke, she pointed to her shoulder and chest, and said in a cold tone: "One shot was shot in the shoulder, and the other was shot in the chest.

Now that my father is dead, some people are still not satisfied and want to kill the remaining members of the Morrie family.

I need an answer! "

The middle-aged man spread his hands and said: "This is the wrong person. We are the CIA, not private detectives. Our recent focus is on highway attacks..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked at Mrs. Dupont and said earnestly: "Madam, your husband has a distinguished status. Although you are the youngest daughter of the Mori family, you are the wife of the Dupont family.

DuPont Group's influence in Europe has continued to weaken in recent years. I personally recommend that you don't wade into muddy waters.

As far as I know, your brother Joseph has reached an agreement with the other party, using drug channels in exchange for a truce between the two sides. Although it will cost the lives of several brothers, the matter is almost over here! "

Mrs. Dupont nodded slightly and said: "Yes, it is almost over, but I only found a few small people, which is not enough. Compared with the losses suffered by the Mori family, these few people are far from enough."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he said in disbelief: "Is it a lie that your brother Joseph made peace with the other party? Is it also a lie that he betrayed his brother?

What do you want to do? "

Mrs. Dupont raised her glass and said, "I need someone to take responsibility for the blood shed by the Morrie family.

I need a few people with enough weight to use death to warn those fools who are ready to take action. "

As she spoke, Mrs. Dupont stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and said, "The 'Ndrangheta's drugs come from Afghanistan. They are competing for business with the CIA. I don't believe you know anything about them."

The middle-aged man is a veteran spy, and he has already sensed what Mrs. Dupont is thinking.

She is not just trying to avenge her family. As the daughter-in-law of the Dupont family, this lady wants to defeat the 'Ndrangheta's power in Italy and get the Dupont family to step in and eat up their share of the smuggled arms.

If this were not the case, the DuPont family would not have allowed a woman to behave like this.

Now that the eldest and younger sons of the Morrie family who were in charge of the smuggling business are both dead, this younger daughter, with the aura of the Dupont family, wants to come back and eat this piece of fat.

With DuPont's help, the Murray family can get a valuable breathing space, and at the same time, the DuPont family can get a share of approximately US$200 million in arms exports a year.

Again, the arms trade itself is legal, but because some major countries have forcibly demarcated the scope of trade, legal trade has become difficult. Therefore, the Mori family has made huge profits from this trade by smuggling weapons.

This amount of money is certainly nothing to the DuPont Group, but it is very useful to individuals within the DuPont family. After all, even if the surname is DuPont, it does not mean that they are rich.

For Dupont to marry a Mafia woman, one can imagine his status in the family.

The middle-aged man bowed his head and remained silent for a long time. After weighing it carefully, he wrote a name on a liquor license and pushed it in front of Mrs. Dupont. Then he said: "He is the main person in charge of the 'Ndrangheta in Italy. We are currently There are no more clues, and if you want to uncover more people, you'll have to figure it out yourself.

The DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) has a branch in Portugal and I was able to call them and have them arrange for a team of people to come over and help.

After all, fighting against the 'Ndrangheta is everyone's shared responsibility! "

Mrs. Dupont picked up the liquor license, looked at it, muttered the name 'Tinaro', and then threw the liquor license into the trash can.

Looking at the greasy smile on the middle-aged man's face, Mrs. Dupont shook her head and said: "I will use my people, and you ask the DEA to send an agent over to help coordinate the Italian police. I need some legal procedures for starting a war.

My brother has found a clue to the 'Ndrangheta and will destroy their main force in Catania tonight, and tomorrow I will send the rest to hell. "

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled, and then said: "As a collaborator, what can I gain?"

Mrs. Dupont shook her head and said, "I don't know, but I know very well that you can always get what you want."

As Mrs. Dupont looked at the dissatisfied expression of the middle-aged man, she shook her head contemptuously and said: "The 'Ndrangheta has been damaged in Italy. Once the drug channel is broken, their funding will be problematic. You have many opportunities to catch their tail.

Once Italy is blocked, they will be forced to turn to Portugal, which is the territory of the Colombians. As long as they have a conflict, you hyenas can benefit from it.

My husband was once a member of the CIA and he understands how you operate!

He gave his leg for the CIA, you owe him! "