Henry and a few others worked hard to load all the cocoa powder into the car. After loading it, they left quickly and the dock became dark and quiet again.

There is only the constant sound of waves.

Return to the new place.

In the living room, a group of people excitedly looked at the suitcase placed on the coffee table. The lid was opened, revealing stacks of brand new hundred-dollar bills.

"Boss, I counted it, a total of 300,000." Sean reported excitedly.

Everyone else was excited, as they would be able to get a large sum of money this time.

Hardy didn't wait and directly ordered the money to be divided.

"Take out 90,000 and hand it over to the gang."

Sean immediately counted out 90,000 and put it aside.

According to the agreement between him and Siegel, the money would be split 30% and 70% respectively, with 90,000 yuan to be given to Siegel.

Sean, Henry and others were unaware of Hardy and Siegel's private decision. Hardy felt that it was not necessary to tell them everything and that it was actually simpler and happier for them to just work hard and make money with him.

"210,000, divided into five and five. Each of you can get 13,000. Sean, you can pay." Hardy said.

Before long, each of these guys had a thick stack of money in their hands.

The rest belongs to Hadi.

A total of one hundred and five thousand.

"Boss, what do you want to do with that batch of cocoa powder?" Henry asked.

The quantity of this batch of cocoa powder is quite large. They just counted it and found that there are 500 bags of one kilogram each, which means that the total amount of cocoa powder is 500 kilograms.

Hardy did a quick mental calculation.

500 kilograms, $300,000.

0.6 US dollars per gram.

However, in the hands of drug addicts, one gram can often be sold for around four or five dollars, and even more expensive when supply is scarce.

Of course, there are layers of profit sharing involved.

But this also shows its huge profits.

Destroy?

What a pity.

Sell ​​it?

Hardy didn't want to get involved in the drug business.

"Find a secret place to hide it first. Maybe it will be useful in the future," said Hardy.

......

Dani sat in his office with a cigar in his mouth. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 1:30 in the morning.

He frowned.

The transaction usually only takes half an hour, why hasn't Burstein come back yet?

What happened?

He couldn't sit still any longer.

"John, Walter, take your men to the dock to see why Burstein hasn't come back yet." Dani said to his two bodyguards.

"It's the boss."

The two bodyguards drove to the dock and were shocked by the scene they saw. The dock was full of corpses and blood, and all the Spanish gang members fell to the ground, including Army Division Chief Burstein.

There were also a few dark-skinned men among them, whom they guessed were Colombians.

"Notify the boss immediately."

The two drove back quickly and rushed into the office. John panted and said, "Boss, it's bad. Military Advisor Burstein is dead, and all the people we went to trade with are dead too."

Dani stood up quickly.

What he was most worried about finally happened.

"What happened?!" Dani asked loudly.

"We went over and saw corpses all over the dock. The military division was inside, and there seemed to be a few Colombians as well."

"Where's the goods? Where's the money?"

“No.”

"Is there a boat at the pier?"

"no."

Dani took a group of his men and quickly rushed to the dock, where he saw two of his men reporting the situation.

Burstein is dead.

More than a dozen men who came with him to trade died.

Three hundred thousand dollars is missing.

The cocoa powder that was ordered was also missing.

Could it be that the Colombians are robbing each other?

But they had been doing business with the Colombians for several years and nothing like this had ever happened. Why did it happen this time?

"What's going on? What happened?" Dani roared angrily.

But the only answers he got were the cold night wind and the rustling of the waves.

After a long while, Dani calmed down and told his men, "Hurry up and deal with the situation at the dock. If other people find the body, the police might have trouble with us."

The men immediately took action and threw the body onto the truck.

Including the bodies of those Colombians.

There were still large stains of blood on the ground, but they tried their best to cover it up. It was almost dawn and the fishermen were about to come over, so Dani and his men left quickly.

Return to the office.

Dani couldn't calm down. No matter what the reason was, the loss was too great. His most capable subordinate, Burstein, was dead. He was his right-hand man and was responsible for most of the gang's business.

And he has $300,000 of his own money.

After the casino was robbed, the Spanish gang suffered heavy losses.

He had hoped to make more money from cocoa powder to offset his losses.

I worked hard to scrape together $300,000 in cash, but now it's all over.

The money is gone.

The goods are gone.

The subsequent drug business could no longer be carried out.

I thought again of the dead Colombians.

I'm afraid even this supply line will be cut off.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Dani became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and started yelling in the office.

He swept the desk hard, and all the table lamp and tea sets on the desk were swept to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"John, gather everyone and go check for me what happened."

John nodded quickly.

After the two bodyguards left, Dani stood at the window, smoking a cigar and wondering who had done it. Could it be General Gustavo, with whom he had made a deal?

Then why?

Short of money?

But there is no need to use such extreme means. You have to know that doing business with him is a business that makes continuous money.

Is there something going on in Colombia?

It's possible that another group of people knew the transaction route and came over to rob Burstein and his group at the dock.

Dani really wanted to send a telegram to General Gustavo to confirm this matter.

But he was also very worried.

If the telegram is intercepted by the FBI, I'm afraid it won't be long before they come to cause trouble.

Damn.

What should he do now? Dani, a veteran who has run a gang for decades, was at a loss for a moment.

I didn't sleep all night.

Dani was tired and had a headache, but he couldn't sleep.

Smoking one cigarette after another in just one night made him look much more haggard.

It is already dawn and a new day has begun.

"Ring, ring, ring~!"

The phone suddenly rang.

Dani thought John and the others had news, so he quickly picked up the phone and put it to his ear. However, the person who called was not John, but a head of the brokerage business.

"Boss, I have something to report to you. The manager of one of our modeling agencies, named Sanders, has suddenly disappeared. We haven't been able to find him for three days. I investigated and found that he sold some models before he disappeared and received more than 30,000 US dollars. I suspect that the guy may have absconded with the money."

Dani didn't know Sanders. With so many people under him, how could he remember the name of a small fry?

But when he heard that someone had absconded with the money, Dani's headache got even worse.

There is nothing good these days, just bad news.

Dani was extremely upset at the moment, and yelled into the phone: "Send someone to find that bastard, take back the money, and bury him alive!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Whoosh whoosh~~!

Dani was breathing heavily.

Damn,

Everything is not going well.

He didn't know that Sanders had actually been buried alive.

Until the afternoon,

John just came back from outside and reported with his head down:

"I'm sorry, boss. We have investigated carefully but have not found any clues. We haven't found the Colombians and we haven't figured out what happened."

Dani's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a clattering sound.

"Investigate, keep investigating, I don't believe there are no clues at all!" Dani shouted.

John quickly agreed and ran out again.

Dani sat down in the boss chair.

Without Burstein, what will happen to the gang's business in the future? It is not easy to train a qualified military advisor.

The drug deal went wrong.

The money is gone.

The goods are gone.

What will happen to the drug business in the future?

The casino is also closed now.

The Spanish gang's businesses are now limited to a few bars, underground boxing rings, brothels, and loan sharks, but they only make a few hundred thousand dollars a year and are far from making ends meet.

Did I offend God?

To punish me like this.