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The next morning, a car slowly drove into Temple Street.
After the car stopped by the roadside, Li Ruolan, dressed in a suit, got out of the car, glanced at Temple Street next to her, and had an expression of disbelief on her face.
This morning, Ren Jiu called Li Ruolan to tell her that the matter in Temple Street had been settled.
Li Ruolan was still somewhat incredulous and asked Xu Lang if he had already driven away Hengji's people, but what about the demolition issue?
Xu Lang told her directly that the demolition issue had been resolved, but she had to complete the demolition and reconstruction within six months and retain all the stalls here.
Upon hearing Xu Lang's words, Li Ruolan was even more surprised, and immediately took her secretary to Temple Street.
Upon entering Temple Street, it seemed no different from before, but the shabby-dressed, head-swaying dwarfs who used to belong to Heng Kee were gone. Occasionally, young people who looked like they were managing Temple Street would pass by, but they were all wearing suits and, although not ties, they all looked very polite.
"Sister Ruolan!"
While Li Ruolan was still in surprise, a handsome young man in a black suit walked over and greeted her with a smile.
Li Ruolan turned and looked at him, somewhat surprised, and said:
"you know me?"
The young man smiled and said:
"My name is Ah Ting, and I'm the head of the Tung Sing gang in charge of Temple Street. If you have any problems here, just come to me!"
Li Ruolan was so shocked that her mouth dropped open.
In just two days, Temple Street has been taken over by Tung Sing, and the leader is such a young, handsome, and seemingly refined and polite man.
"Sister Ruolan, all the stalls on both sides of the building will be moved away soon, but the street stalls and shops will only be removed when the demolition work is about to begin. My brother said he will find them another street to set up their stalls, and they will be allowed to come back after the reconstruction of Temple Street is completed!"
As Ah Ting spoke, he took a document from one of his underlings and said:
"These are fifteen shops owned by my elder brother Xu Lang. Regardless of your business cooperation, they must be restored to a 1:1 scale or higher after the reconstruction is completed. I will fax the information to your company!"
Listening to A-Ting speak, Li Ruolan was even more surprised. She felt that this leader of Dongxing was more like a white-collar worker who had graduated from university than a gangster who roamed the streets.
"Young man, are you... really from Tung Sing?"
Ah Ting nodded and smiled:
"Of course, but I graduated from the University of Hong Kong properly. It's just that I met a good older brother, which is why I stayed in the underworld and stayed with Tung Sing!"
Chapter 153 South American tycoon Pablo wants to buy helicopters and tanks, and the doctor can get them?
South America, near the border with Colombia!
Several pickup trucks, carrying many burly men in camouflage military uniforms and carrying various weapons, sped toward the border, with a truck loaded with goods crowding around them.
Although the people in these pickup trucks were all dressed in camouflage military uniforms, they were not actually members of the Colombian military, but rather the private army of the wealthy businessman Pablo. They were transporting Colombian specialties.
Cocaine!
Unlike the Golden Triangle in Asia, which is famous for its flour, South America is a major producer of cocaine and a major exporter to the American domestic market. Colombian bigwig Pablo has almost monopolized the entire cocaine market and determined the direction of export prices.
Although there are other trafficking groups in Colombia, none of them can compare with Pablo's power, so they all still have to rely on him!
Soon, the pickup trucks escorted the truck to the vicinity of the border. Just then, the pickup truck in the lead noticed a checkpoint near the border ahead, where many heavily armed soldiers were conducting checks.
The leader inside the car immediately took out a walkie-talkie:
"Attention everyone, soldiers ahead! Prepare for battle!"
Although Colombia has banned cocaine for many years, the Colombian government has been unable to eliminate them because big money makers like Pablo have private armed forces that are extremely powerful. Moreover, their forces are mostly hidden in the Colombian rainforest. In fact, because Pablo and his associates occasionally offer small favors to ordinary people, many ordinary people have turned around and joined their private armed forces.
Whenever Pablo's armed escorts encountered Colombian soldiers, they would often attempt to break through the barriers, frequently resulting in fierce battles and numerous casualties on both sides.
At the command of Pablo's private army leader, several pickup trucks behind immediately accelerated and rushed in front of the truck, with soldiers inside setting up a heavy machine gun directly on the roof of the cab.
"attack!"
With a command over the walkie-talkie, the heavy machine guns on all four pickup trucks opened fire.
Da da da……
Under a hail of bullets, many Colombian soldiers at the checkpoint ahead were riddled with bullets. Some soldiers who were lucky enough to escape were forced to take cover in the nearby bunkers and began to return fire.
The four pickup trucks immediately stopped, and the gunmen of the private armed group then used the surrounding terrain and the cover of the pickup trucks to launch a fierce attack on the Colombian soldiers.
One gunman even pulled out a shoulder-fired rocket launcher and fired a rocket at the cover at the checkpoint.
boom!
A bang!
A burst of fire erupted within the checkpoint, instantly killing many of the soldiers hiding in the bunkers. The remaining soldiers turned and fled into the distant rainforest.
This is quite a peculiar sight in South America, where soldiers from many countries are no match for a private army like Pablo's that amasses wealth and power!
At this moment, the gunman leader saw that the checkpoint had been breached and many soldiers had either died or fled. He then waved to his gunmen, telling them to hurry up and get on the truck, preparing to cross the border and transport the cargo to a neighboring country.
Just then, the roar of an armed helicopter suddenly came from afar.
Two armed helicopters soon came into view, and then fired several rockets at Pablo's private army.
Boom boom boom...
Two rockets hit the truck loaded with cocaine behind the pickup truck directly, blowing it to pieces. More than ten tons of cargo were completely pulverized in the smoke.
Two more rockets hit the two pickup trucks ahead, blowing the Pablo private militia inside to pieces, with limbs and severed hands flying everywhere!
……
In a luxurious estate on the outskirts of Medellín, a tall man with a small mustache slowly walked into the vineyard, holding a wine glass in one hand.
He is none other than Pablo, Colombia's biggest money-grubber!
At this moment, several men in suits were already sitting in the vineyard. These men were big businessmen from Colombia and even South America. They had come to Pablo's estate today to negotiate this year's market allocation and the coordination of their goods.
Since Pablo became the biggest money-maker in South America, many money-makers from Colombia, Mexico, and even Venezuela, unable to compete with his financial and military power, have chosen to cooperate with him.
Every year at this time, these big players gather together to discuss the year's commodity prices and profit distribution, as well as how to deal with the governments of their respective countries, and exchange intelligence to prevent infiltration and attacks by American anti-drug agents.
Pablo walked to the center of the group, carrying a glass of wine in one hand, and sat down in the chair of honor, smiling at everyone:
"Gentlemen, this year's rainfall has been distributed quite evenly, resulting in a bumper harvest across South America. Therefore, I plan to lower the prices of our goods by ten percent compared to previous years. Does anyone have any objections?"
After exchanging glances, the businessmen from various countries nodded in agreement.
Although they are engaged in shady business, they must still follow market rules. If the weather is favorable and the coca harvest is plentiful, then the price of the goods must be adjusted; otherwise, the market will be taken over by other merchants from other places.
Seeing that everyone had nodded in agreement, Pablo was about to say something when suddenly his wife, Victoria, walked over quickly with her round pregnant belly, her expression showing a hint of panic.
After walking up to Pablo, Victoria whispered a few words in his ear.
Pablo's expression suddenly changed, and he smashed the wine glass in his hand to pieces.
"Asshole!"
When several businessmen from various countries saw that Pablo had suddenly become angry, they quickly asked him what had happened.
Pablo gritted his teeth and said:
"The dozen or so tons of goods I was preparing to ship to Mexico today were destroyed by a government helicopter at the border. I lost tens of millions of dollars on this trip!"
Upon hearing this, all the business owners couldn't help but change color.
Their biggest headache has always been dealing with governments of various countries, because they are engaged in shady business and are often besieged and attacked by government forces. The amount of goods that many of their businesses lose each year due to burning and confiscating by local armies can be counted in the hundreds of millions.
Pablo is already the biggest tycoon in Colombia, with a private army of several thousand men under his command, and he often wins battles against Colombian soldiers.
However, Colombian soldiers have recently acquired a lot of new equipment, and the United States has even sold them a lot of armed helicopters. This is a devastating blow to Pablo, because his private army does not have armed helicopters or shoulder-fired missiles, and is simply unable to deal with aircraft attacks from a distance.
The United States has recently begun cooperating with Colombia to block the weapons acquisition channels of Pablo and others, making it difficult for them to obtain any weapons other than some common semi-automatic weapons.
Pablo's private army is currently facing a severe shortage of weapons; they are finding it difficult to even acquire rockets, let alone shoulder-fired missiles!
After a moment's hesitation, Pablo gritted his teeth and said:
"We must find a way to acquire new firearms, preferably a full range of new weapons, such as airplanes, artillery, and even tanks. Otherwise, we may be surrounded and annihilated by Zheng Fu's soldiers in the future!"
"But……"
Mexican businessman Caster hesitated for a moment before saying:
"The US has imposed a severe blockade on us, and many arms dealers in the Americas simply don't dare to sell weapons to us. We have no other channels to obtain better weapons!"
After frowning and pondering for a moment, Pablo said:
"That's simple. If we can't get them here in the Americas, we'll buy them from Asia or Europe. I heard that recently someone in Europe is selling very advanced and comprehensive weapons, and the quality is also very good. I plan to go to Helan in the next few days to take a look!"
……
The European arms that Pablo mentioned were the very same ones that Abu sold, as He Lan and Xu Langtang had said!
Because Xu Lang had already partnered with the doctor, and the doctor was able to obtain the latest weapons from the Thai and Burmese militaries, with excellent quality and prices, Abu quickly opened up the arms market in Helan. Many people from Europe and even the Middle East made special trips to Helan to discuss arms deals with him.
After Pablo finished his negotiations with a group of bigwigs at the manor, he immediately ordered his confidant Carlos to fly to Holland in his private plane and find Abu through an intermediary.
Because the middleman was a Middle Eastern merchant with whom he had made several transactions, Abu didn't hesitate much and invited Pablo to his warehouse.
Carlos nodded repeatedly as he saw the warehouse filled with all kinds of guns, grenades, incendiary bombs, and other weapons.
As a confidant of Pablo, South America's biggest money-grubber, Carlos was very familiar with many weapons. With just one glance, he knew that the weapons in Abramovich's hands all came from legitimate arms factories in various countries, and were completely different from the imitation weapons made by hand in small workshops.
Such weaponry is absolutely top-notch in both quality and firepower!
"These weapons are all excellent. I can make a decision right now. The first order will consist of five thousand AK assault rifles, five thousand pistols, as well as shoulder-fired rocket launchers, grenades, incendiary grenades, and other weapons. I will have my men explain the specific numbers to you!"
Carlos frowned and pondered for a moment before saying:
"However, I didn't travel all the way to Europe just for these ordinary weapons!"
“I know your capabilities, Mr. Abu, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to acquire so many sophisticated weapons. However, my boss hopes you can help us find some even better things, such as light tanks, attack helicopters, and even howitzers and shoulder-fired air-to-air missiles!”
"As long as you can get your hands on these goods, money is no problem, and we can even negotiate the price!"
Abu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
Goodness, what this South American bigwig wants is really something extraordinary. You know, these are all heavy weapons. If they were given to the Africans, those black guys could use them to overthrow a country!
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After hesitating for a moment, he said: