The next day, early morning.

Vox was awakened by the shrill ringing of the phone.

He reached out dazedly and picked up the phone on the bedside table.

"Hello! I'm Vox."

No idea what was said on the phone, but Vox, who was still in a daze, jumped up from his bed in an instant as if he had been electrocuted.

"What?"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there!"

Mrs. Vox, who was beside her, stood up sleepily and asked:

"What's wrong so early in the morning?"

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After hanging up the phone, Vox did not immediately respond to Mrs. Vox's question, but hung up the phone a little nervously.

He responded casually:

"It's okay, go to sleep!"

Vaux didn't tell Mrs. Vaux many things, so Mrs. Vaux got up as if she was used to it and said:

"Then I'll go see if the kids are awake."

Having said that, he got up and left.

After hanging up the phone, Vox sat there with cold sweat on his nose, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

After getting out of bed, you paced back and forth in the room. After turning around twice, as if you had made up your mind, you picked up the phone and made a call.

"Brother Capello, is the deal settled?"

"What? Tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. I want to see the goods by noon at the latest."

"I know you're having trouble. Help!"

"I'll pay more!"

"Thirty-five thousand dollars, I'll send it to you now."

After finishing the call, Vox fell to the ground as if all his strength had been drained away.

He stared out the window with lifeless eyes.

It took a long while for two children to run into the room playing and wake him up from his trance.

After forcing himself to interact with the two children, he said to Mrs. Vox:

"I won't be home for breakfast today, you can eat with the kids!"

Mrs. Vox noticed that Vox was in a bad mood and asked:

"What's wrong, didn't you say it was resolved last night?

Are there any problems again?"

Vox forced a smile, gave his wife a hug, and said:

"It's okay, I'll take care of it, you just stay home and look after the kids.

I want to go out.”

Vox got up, washed, and put on a rare, well-fitting suit.

When I reached the door, my bodyguards were already waiting there.

Seeing the crowd playing at the door, Vox didn't say much.

Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Boss, Boss!"

When everyone saw the boss coming out, they nodded and greeted him.

The driver and bodyguard Vasek even stepped forward and complimented:

"Boss, you look really handsome today."

Vox glanced at him and nodded indifferently:

"Um!"

In order to show his closeness to his brothers, Vox would often joke with them and tell funny stories.

But today's attitude made Vasek instantly understand his boss's mood today.

He immediately shut up, ran to his own driver's seat and sat down, ready to drive with peace of mind.

Craig stood by the passenger door with dark circles under his eyes, watching everything quietly.

When Vox came closer, he opened the car door as usual and welcomed Vox into the car.

After Vox got in the car and sat down, he gently closed the door.

After taking a quick look at the Vox family home and not seeing anything special, he got into the passenger seat.

Vox, who was sitting in the car, didn't say anything. Vasek knew that the boss was in a bad mood today and didn't dare to ask him where he was going.

The atmosphere in the car was a little dull for a moment.

Vasek glanced at Craig beside him, wanting Craig to ask the boss.

But it was discovered that Craig's condition today was obviously not normal, and he looked like he had not fully woken up.

Unable to bear this atmosphere, Vasek could only bite the bullet and coughed twice, saying:

"Boss, where are we going?"

Vox's face had been a little gloomy since he got in the car. After listening to Vasek's words, he looked up at the road outside the car and then looked at Vasek.

In a low voice:

"Go to the Hotel Gladia, across from the train station."

Hearing Vox finally tell the name of the place, Vasek breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded quickly and said:

"Okay, Boss, let's go now."

After saying that, he started driving away quickly.

Craig, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was stunned when he heard the address.

Why are you going to this hotel so early in the morning?

It turns out that I have never visited this hotel before.

But he could also see that Vox was in a bad mood and would never go to such trouble.

Once you get there, everything will become clear.

There was no conversation along the way. After about half an hour's drive, the convoy arrived at the Gladia Hotel opposite the train station.

This is a luxurious hotel with five floors.

This convoy of three cars was very conspicuous when parked in front of the hotel.

After all, in this era, anyone who can travel with a motorcade must be a big shot.

Just as the doorman was about to step forward and open the car door.

A group of vicious gangsters pushed the door and got out of the car.

The guests at the hotel entrance were frightened and quickly moved away to avoid conflict with the other party.

Craig waited until everyone in the car in front and behind had gotten out and there was no one around before he opened the passenger door and got out, taking a look at the surroundings.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he opened the back door and let Vox get out.

Just by looking at the scene, you can tell that a gangster boss is definitely coming.

As for whether this display has any actual combat effectiveness, it is hard to say.

But as the largest gang in Recife, it is impossible for Vox to keep a low profile.

He looked at the frightened crowd around him, and then looked at the younger brothers around him.

Vox thought about what happened today and said to everyone:

"Craig and Vasek follow me up, the others wait outside!"

The younger brothers around shouted in unison:

"Yes, Boss!"

Craig and Vasek looked at each other. Vasek's mouth curled up, and he seemed very happy that the boss trusted him.

Craig's heart moved slightly.

Vox ignored everyone's thoughts and stood up and walked into the hotel lobby.

He grabbed a waiter and said:

"Take me to your restaurant on the second floor."

The waiter was so scared that he trembled all over, nodded repeatedly, and walked in front to lead the way.

In fact, the restaurant on the second floor is very easy to find, because there is a large staircase about three meters wide facing the hotel entrance.

After going up the stairs to the second floor, there is a banquet-like restaurant on the right.

It is breakfast time now, and there are a few diners sitting in the restaurant, enjoying breakfast.

Vox glanced around the restaurant and said to the waiter:

"Which table is A19?"

The waiter quickly raised his hand and pointed to a table not far away near the window.

Following the waiter's finger, Vox saw a middle-aged white bald man, about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, sitting at the table. The man was wearing a linen suit and was holding a cup of coffee, gesturing over here.

Nodding to the bald man, Vox walked straight towards him.

Vasek and Craig followed closely behind.

When the waiter saw that the men were no longer paying attention to him, he let out a long sigh of relief, then quickly turned around and left, as if he was afraid of being caught again.

As the men approached, Craig saw the man's face clearly and his eyes fixed.

He was sure that this man was the one he was forced to remember last night, the bodyguard who was sitting outside the box waiting like them.

If he hadn't been tortured last night, he might not have been able to remember who the other person was.

But now it is unlikely for him not to know the other party.

When they were still two tables away from the other party, Vox pointed to a table next to them.

Vasek and Craig stopped immediately, realizing that this meant they had to sit here and wait.

This is a routine operation and the two of them certainly would not have any objection.

Vasek was even more excited. The moment he sat down, he reached out and called the waiter to place his order.

Craig carefully observed the people in the restaurant, not because of his concern for Vox's safety.

What he is concerned about now is whether the other party came alone or has other accomplices.

He had to figure it out, otherwise if the Intelligence Agency came to him again and he couldn't give an accurate answer, he was worried that he would be tortured again.

However, since he had not received any professional training, his movements seemed too amateurish.

If there were professionals on the scene, he would not have had the chance to observe anything unusual.

Of course, no one else would notice anything unusual about him. As a bodyguard, it was his duty to observe whether the surroundings were safe.

As Craig looked around, Vox had already sat down opposite the bald man.

"Hello, Mr. Vox, my boss, let me give you his regards!"

The bald man said to Vox while stirring the coffee in the cup with a silver spoon.

The tone sounded very respectful.

But that casual action doesn't look very respectful.

He didn't even stand up to greet me, let alone stand up to shake hands and introduce himself.

But Vox obviously didn't care about these details.

Instead, he turned around and looked around, and found that no one was paying attention to this side, so he lowered his voice and said:

“Sir, please tell your boss.

This incident was an accident and the cargo is now detained by the navy.

I definitely didn’t do anything.”

After hearing what Vox said, the bald man sneered with disdain and took a sip of the coffee in his hand.

I found that it still didn’t seem sweet enough, so I added another piece of sugar and continued stirring.

While stirring, he looked up at Vox, who looked nervous, and said in a calm tone:

"Do you think, if this wasn't an accident, you would still be able to sit in front of me alive?"

Hearing the other party's indifferent tone, the words he said made Vox's hair stand on end.

He is also a gangster and is used to fighting and killing. His hands are stained with a lot of blood.

But among all the people he met, no one could sit there and talk about life and death so calmly.

The other party's attitude made him realize that life and death were as casual as daily meals in front of the other party.

Fortunately, the other party made it clear that he knew the incident was an accident.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good, please help reply to your boss,

I am already reorganizing the supply of goods and will definitely ship the goods to the agreed location as soon as possible."

The bald man was quite satisfied with Vox's performance. He nodded and said:

"Oh! And when do you mean as soon as possible?"

"Tomorrow, we can start shipping tomorrow."

Vox hurried back.

"That's not right! As far as I know, your people just arrived in Rio de Janeiro last night. They should be purchasing new weapons now, right?

Do you know the consequences of deceiving us?"

The bald man stopped stirring the coffee, stared at Walkers with cold eyes, and said rudely.

Hearing the bald man's words, Vox broke out in a cold sweat.

It seems that my actions were not hidden from the other party at all!

Perhaps, this is the reason why I can continue to live, sit here, and communicate with each other!