Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Chapter 112: Business Partner (Fourth Update)

In Te Lu City, there was an extremely luxurious and large mansion.

Around the mansion, every five steps there was a guard, and every ten steps a sentry, all armed gang members on watch.

This was because the mansion belonged to the head of the Tijuana drug trafficking group, Huarez Guzman, who had implemented the most extensive protective measures to guard against police arrest.

Late at night, Huarez returned home, seething with anger. That day, yet another shipment had been intercepted by US police at the border, and a covert route for transporting goods had been discovered, causing him significant losses.

“Fuck, those idiot minions, can't they give me a break?”

Cursing under his breath, Huarez walked into his bedroom, intending to go to bed and rest. However, the moment he looked down, he noticed an envelope on the pillow.

“What… Get over here, we've got intruders!”

The look on his face turned to shock, and Huarez immediately called for his men while drawing a pistol from his coat.

As a notorious wanted criminal, there was no shortage of people after his life. Who knew if the room still harbored danger?

Only after a horde of gang minions had rushed into the room and thoroughly searched every nook and cranny, ensuring there was no danger, did Huarez dare to come in.

“Boss, what's going on?”

The number two man of Tijuana, Carter, who was in charge of strategizing, hurried over to inquire about the situation.

Huarez's expression was grim as he shook his head, “I don't know, this envelope just appeared on my pillow.”

Carter cursed the surrounding minions: “What kind of protection is this? Someone sneaked into the boss's room, and you're clueless. What's the use of you? What if it was a bomb?”

The minions, scolded until they were drenched in metaphorical blood, could only promise with shame, “We really didn't notice any movement. This won't happen again.”

“You think there's going to be a next time?”

“Forget it, let's open the letter and see what it says.”

Huarez interrupted and picked up the envelope, tearing it open.

Dear Mr. Huarez, we are business partners from the Chan Country region and plan to visit tomorrow morning before ten o'clock.

That was all that was written on the envelope, nothing more.

Huarez and Carter looked at each other, eye to eye, for quite a while.

“Do you know anyone over there?”

“Not a single person.”

“So what's with this 'business partner'?”

As they spoke, it was Carter who first came to a realization, slapping his thigh, “I know who sent this letter.”

“Who?”

Huarez quickly asked, as anyone capable of slipping an envelope into his bedroom undetected was certainly skilled.

“It must be a peer from the Golden Triangle.”

Carter shared his guess.

In Blue Star, there are two most famous Opium production regions, one is the Golden Triangle, the other the Silver Triangle.

The Silver Triangle is located at the intersection of Mexico, Peru, and Colombia within the Andes Mountains and Amazon Region.

The Golden Triangle is similarly situated at the confluence of three countries, with Chan Country being one of its origins, where there is a strong atmosphere for Opium production, and the local warlords all support the cultivation of Opium.

“Hiss, so that's how it is. No wonder they said 'business partner'; it's all within the industry!”

Huarez had an epiphany; it all made sense now.

“But, why are they looking for us? We've never dealt with them before, right? Isn't their market mainly in East Asia?”

Having understood where the letter came from, Huarez was filled with even more doubts, not comprehending what these people could want with him.

Even though they had not interacted before, he knew well that the drug lords from that region were extremely powerful and domineering.

If one were to say that the primary business of Mexican drug lords was to engage in armed drug trafficking, then the primary business of the Golden Triangle drug lords was for warlords to engage in drug trafficking to fund their military expenditures.

Their business philosophies also differed, with the Golden Triangle side being more militarily factionalized governments and military organizations with a strong military background.

While the Mexican drug lords also clashed with the government, they did not harbor ambitions to carve out their own independent territories and could be considered a more advanced criminal organization.

Due to the difference in business philosophies, and the great distance between them, they had coexisted peacefully in the past, with one focusing on the East Asia market and the other on the United States market, neither stepping on the other's toes.

“I'm not sure, but I've heard that the Golden Triangle has been struggling recently. Aren't they mainly selling traditional opium products like flour? Besides marijuana, we mainly deal with newer synthetic opium substances, so maybe they want to collaborate with us to get their flour into the United States market,”

Carter frowned, as the military strategist of the Tijuana drug trafficking group, he tried hard to comprehend the other party's intentions.

“If we can expand our business, it's good to have a win-win collaboration!”

Huarez's face brightened at the thought. Collaborating with the Golden Triangle might allow his opium business to grow even further and reach new heights of success.

Thus, the two discussed, looking forward to the cooperation tomorrow with great anticipation.

The following day.

The sun rose in the east, and the morning fog cleared.

Outside the manor, a taxi slowly approached.

If the driver hadn't been held at gunpoint, he wouldn't dare come anywhere near this place–everyone in Te Lu City knew this was a drug traffickers' manor.

At the manor gate, gang members notified earlier stood ready for the arrival.

Seeing a taxi approach was somewhat unexpected, though.

“How much?”

Su Jie asked the driver with a smile.

“No… no charge,”

The driver shivered, assuming Su Jie was some drug lord and dared not take his money.

“I'm not one to take advantage of free rides, keep the change,”

Su Jie shook his head, tossed a few bills, and got out of the car.

Liu Yingying, carrying a briefcase, also got out, following close behind Su Jie.

As soon as they exited the taxi, fierce gazes scrutinized them. The tattoo-covered, scar-faced drug traffickers were unquestionably dangerous, brandishing their guns conspicuously.

An ordinary person might indeed be intimidated by these drug traffickers, but Su Jie was no ordinary person; such pressure to him was merely like a gentle breeze.

Liu Yingying maintained a calm demeanor, repeatedly envisioning the scenes of Jieke Security's forces in her mind, murmuring to herself: There's nothing to fuss about, we have an army on our side; it's these gangsters who should be afraid of us.

Emboldening herself this way, Liu Yingying showed no fear.

“Take me to your boss, as we agreed upon yesterday,”

Su Jie strode up to a few of the gang members, gestured commandingly, and spoke fluently in Spanish as if he were issuing orders to his own subordinates.

After a few days of practice, his Spanish no longer had any accent issues.

“Please follow me,”

This Mexican drug trafficker, a towering man of two meters, dared not make any improper moves in front of Su Jie.

Everyone had been strictly warned that the visitors were foreign warlords; they did not want to cause trouble for their organization.

Su Jie and Liu Yingying entered the manor, and a few minutes later, in a reception room, Su Jie met Huarez, the head of the Tijuana Organization, and Carter, the second-in-command.

Upon seeing Su Jie, Huarez and Carter exchanged looks, and their hearts settled.

An Asian; their guess was on target–he was indeed looking to collaborate with them on the opium business.

Chapter end

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