"As long as we have time, we can buy the whole of Mexico!"
Popovich gasped, among their family, the two of them were considered purebreds, but since childhood, he had been raised to be a politician, while his brother, incompetent in studies, people skills, or abilities, was left to fend for himself, a leech. But who would've known that in the world of crime...
He was simply a genius!
Professionals should be in their rightful positions.
Popovich's eyes shone as he looked at him, causing Aldous to feel itchy all over and he chuckled awkwardly, "Bro, what's... what's up?"
"From now on, you'll be in charge of the drug work exclusively, leave the rest. What you need to do is send the goods worldwide, make money as fast as possible!"
Aldous, excited by the news, clenched his fist, "Great, I've been wanting to do this, big brother, you can count on me!"
"Call Miley over, from now on, he will take care of the intelligence work."
Aldous nodded vigorously and left cheerfully.
What's better than power? Trafficking drugs.
He wanted to be the "Godfather of Drugs!"
Popovich sat in the president's chair, took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and called the man in charge of the Southern Government.
"Hello, Mr. Arturo Desena, this is Popovich."
Meanwhile, Central South was in cahoots.
On the "Grand Duke Viktor," drifting on the high seas.
In the central ballroom, over four hundred passengers were segregated, crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling in fear!
These people decked in gold and silver, many were Mexican businessmen seeking foreign investments, due to the economic depression at home, and with the United States leading the blockade, many deals had to be sought out personally.
Of course, there were also other passengers.
"Mr. Fukuda, another half hour has passed!" said a Japanese man to the leader, Futian Xiangtailang.
The latter looked like...
Cropped hair, bushy eyebrows, triangular eyes, a look that said, "come near me, and I'll kill you."
Futian Xiangtailang glanced at his watch, then gestured with his hand.
Two Japanese men rushed into the crowd and randomly dragged a woman out.
"Save me! Daddy, save me!!" The woman in her early twenties looked dazzling and cried out in terror, an older man beside her lunged forward, trying to grab his daughter, but he was kicked in the chest.
"If you want to blame someone, blame Victor! That bastard is the one pressuring the great Yamato people; he's the murderer who is killing you all." Futian Xiangtailang pressed his handgun against the back of the girl's head, who wept and sobbed continuously.
"The Northern Bureau is uncooperative, every half hour, I'll kill one person!!"
Futian Xiangtailang failed to notice, in the duct above, two pairs of eyes were watching.
"Meng... Meng Bo, do you recognize these people?" the girl beside asked in a hushed, accented voice.
The man, with long hair and sharp eyes, prominent nose, and a stylish aura, furrowed his brow and whispered softly, "The leader's name is Futian Xiangtailang, a senior member of the Japan Essence Society. His father was a veteran of Japan, his grandfather a soldier, a supporter of the Emperor of Japan. He himself was formerly a Yakuza enforcer, remember the famous 'Metropolitan Police Department Designated Case No. 114'? He was one of the '21 Faces of Strange Thieves'!"
"21 Faces of Strange Thieves!!" The woman exclaimed.
It was too famous; no Japanese person didn't know about it. The "Kid the Phantom Thief" in the later "Detective Conan" series was based on him.
"21 Faces of Strange Thieves is a group?"
"What else did you think? Who could mass poison Glico? Abduct Ezaki Masaki? Then burn the company's changing rooms? This isn't the work of one man." Meng Bo had an equally serious expression.
The woman nodded, then felt something wriggling on her behind, and she spoke annoyed, "Meng Bo, talk is fine, but why are you touching my ass!"
"?? You're nuts, who's touching your ass!"
The woman jerked her hand back and grabbed something furry, pulling it to see a rat, lively and bouncing.
Her eyes widened in shock!
"Don't... don't scream..."
A deafening scream pierced the air.
"There's someone up there, shoot! Shoot!" The Japanese below shouted, Futian Xiangtailang fired his gun upwards, shouting,
"Run, Keiko!" Meng Bo pulled the other person and ran back.
Lucky there was a break; otherwise, they would've been swept away.
"Quick, chase them, catch them!" Futian Xiangtailang yelled angrily, looking at the woman kneeling on the ground, aimed his gun at her, but his bullets had run out, "Damn it!" He slapped her, knocking her to the ground.
His temper seemed quite foul.
He glowered ominously as if he could devour someone.
Night shrouded the sea.
There was some smog, the air wasn't great, even the moon had hidden itself.
The sea surface was dark and ominous, sounds as if from creatures beneath were calling out.
Enough to raise the hair on your neck.
A kilometer away, three MIG-G-0800 American speedboats floated on the water, their surface barely visible with dozens of "frogmen."
Silently, they wore masks, their arms emblazoned with the badge of "Hero."
They belonged to the Navy's Boat Assault Team (SWAT).
With a consistent fighting force of 30 members.
During their time within the Coast Guard structure, they'd conducted raids against drug traffickers on the sea, offering ground forces fire support.
"In the sea, we execute God!"
"May Victor bless us!"
Following Commander John McClane's order, the frogmen, carrying oxygen tanks, masks, and weapons, fell backward into the sea.
To maintain secrecy, they chose a seabed infiltration.
Once in position, they'd provide support for the SWAT Special Police Force.
Dozens in the sea, like a drop in the ocean.
Yet like ghosts, showing their fangs, heading towards "Grand Duke Viktor."
Gripping the propulsion devices, they advanced!