Chapter 423 Covert Operation
The sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if it would pour down at any time.
A black luxury car quietly turned into an inconspicuous alley on a road in Suriname.
Jiang Renjiu in the car frowned, and his eyes occasionally swept to Jeon Yaohuan beside him, trying to find the answer from the other's face.
Jeon Yo-hwan smiled and just nodded slightly, signaling Kang In-gu not to be anxious.
Soon, the car stopped halfway along the path. Jeon Yo-hwan got out and led Kang In-gu along the winding path. The surrounding vegetation was tall and dense, deliberately hiding something.
Although Jiang Renjiu was puzzled, he still followed Jeon Yaohuan step by step. He could feel the ground under his feet becoming heavy due to moisture. Every step felt like stepping on cotton, unsteady.
Jeon Yo-hwan put his hands behind his back and said as he walked, "When it comes to my subordinates, even if we don't talk about the problem of the traitor, I am also disappointed."
"They don't have the ability to work with me. Fundamentally, Jitae and I are of different bloodlines. I prefer to work with people of the same tribe. David is too narrow-minded, and Xiangjun has a good fighting spirit."
Kang In-gu added, “But it’s a bit too much, isn’t it?”
Jeon Yo-hwan smiled and said, "In the final analysis, dealing with people is the most difficult thing."
They stopped in front of a wire gate covered with plants, which looked like a plantation.
Most importantly, there was a warning sign saying 'Military Area'.
Quan Yaohuan took out the key and opened the door. As the door slowly opened, a faint herbal scent mixed with an indescribable fragrance wafted into his nose.
As the two walked deeper, the plantation appeared in front of Jiang Renjiu. Neat rows of plants were full of fruits, all of which were common fruits in Suriname.
Kang In-gu and Jeon Yo-hwan walked through the entrance of the plantation with ease.
The tall trees on both sides stand like guards, and the sunlight shines through the gaps, casting shadows.
As they went deeper, the vegetation in the garden became more lush and green, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth and growth.
They continued walking until they reached the edge of a not-so-steep cliff.
It's more like a slope than a cliff.
A simple thatched hut was built here, with no walls on all sides, only simple wooden supports, and covered with dust.
This looks more like a hastily built pavilion.
There was a golf tube in the pavilion with a few golf clubs in it and some golf balls next to it.
Standing at this high place, Kang In-gu and Jeon Yo-hwan's eyes fell on the large piece of land covered with plants below.
"From here to the area you can see, it's all a military zone designated by the President of Suriname," Quan Yaohuan said proudly, "No one can come in, no one can see."
"You see that over there? I built a processing plant and opened a shipping route to the Atlantic Ocean."
Jiang Renjiu looked in the direction where Quan Yaohuan pointed, where he could still see visible buildings, a processing plant and special sentries.
Below the high slope, there is a winding river with ripples on the water. There is a well-built pier and boats moored at the pier.
“Just grow the cocaine there,” Jeon Yo-hwan pointed to another designated area.
"So you want to provide a one-stop service for production, processing and transportation?" Jiang Renjiu was a little shocked.
"How long will it take us to get the goods from Colombia? The profit is not high, and the water won't fill my stomach."
Jeon Yo-hwan laughed a few times, picked up the golf club from under the pavilion, and placed the ball on the ground.
"Then when will it be completed?" Jiang Renjiu asked.
Jeon Yo-hwan admired his expression. "Developing the technology for independent production is much more expensive than expected. It is estimated that it will take three years. However, if we can make a fortune by using the route you smuggled to South Korea, maybe half a year will be enough with the income."
He smiled and nodded at Jiang Renjiu, put the cigar in his mouth, picked up the golf ball from the ground, and then swung the club hard, hitting the golf ball heavily down the high slope.
The golf ball flew directly into the designated cocaine plantation.
"Good shot," Jiang Renjiu praised.
"You do a good job in exporting the goods to South Korea for me. When this kingdom is built, I will give you the position of general manager, and you will be in charge of the entire business by my side." Jeon Yo-hwan put his cigar in his mouth.
"General Manager?"
"We believe in the same genes," Jeon Yo-hwan said, biting his cigar, "the same genes that focus on money. Let's make a lot of money together."
Jiang Renjiu was stunned, with thoughts surging in his mind.
He patted Jiang Renjiu's butt and said, "As a fixed incentive, I will give you 10% of the total income."
Jeon Yo-hwan inserted the ball and swung again.
"sharp!"
Jeon Yo-hwan propped his golf club on the ground, pointed in all directions and said, "Although the market fluctuates, you can earn at least 1 billion won a month. Even if you only bring half back to Korea, your wife can drive whatever car she wants, and your children can go to school wherever they want."
Jiang Renjiu was a little emotional, "Pastor, I feel honored just by hearing what you said."
"Don't call me pastor. We know each other very well. When it's just the two of us, there's no need for packaging."
"Shit, let's just be casual, okay? Be true to yourself."
Cui Changhao, who was eavesdropping in Brazil, clenched his fists and looked a little nervous.
Jeon Yo-hwan laughed, "Mr. Kang, do you usually play golf? I saw that you were very good at sports before."
Jiang Renjiu thought back to his life and shook his head, "I won't spend my time on things that don't make money."
Jeon Yo-hwan said admiringly, "That is to say, I like people like you who are extremely realistic. Many people would rather believe in something unreal."
"It's because real life is too difficult," Jiang Renjiu sighed.
“That’s why people get addicted to drugs. They take them and they can temporarily see things they couldn’t see otherwise,” said Jeon. “They can’t forget it.”
As he was talking, Jiang Renjiu's phone buzzed. He took it out and looked at it, then looked up and said, "It's President Gu. He seems very annoyed and said he wants to withdraw from the South American market."
"Shit, you son of a bitch," Jeon Yo-hwan said, "What do you think of my vision? I've already shown you my heart."
"To be honest, I am surprised by your honesty and your proposal to me. Thank you very much."
Jeon Yo-hwan took a puff of his cigar and said, "Then go and convince President Gu to find another channel to Korea."
He pointed at Jiang Renjiu and said, "For the sake of our vision, it's your turn to make a choice now."
"To be or not to be. That is the question," Jeon Yo-hwan laughed and turned around.
Jiang Renjiu was silent for a long time.
Jiang Renjiu took his cell phone and walked downstairs openly to make a call. Cui Changhao asked him to take the next step quickly so that they could catch them all in one fell swoop, but Jiang Renjiu said to wait a little longer.
Cui Changhao was a little anxious. He was afraid that Jiang Renjiu would not be able to hold on and would defect. "Jeon Yaohuan's account is frozen now, but he must transfer a large sum of money to the Cali Group in Colombia within a month. It would be a good idea to push him into a desperate situation at this time."
Jiang Renjiu sighed in his heart, "No."
The two had a verbal conflict, and Choi Chang-ho asked vaguely, doubting Kang In-gu's position.
The two quickly hung up the phone. In desperation, Jiang Renjiu took a photo of the plantation, but after hesitating, he did not send it immediately.
"How is it?" Jeon Yo-hwan watched him walk back.
"He's a mean-spirited guy," Jiang Renjiu said with a smile, "but he said he would find another route to Korea."
"Look!" Jeon Yo-hwan grinned, "Because of me, you have new hope."
"Yes," Jiang Renjiu wiped his nose, "Let's work hard together."
"OK!" Jeon Yo-hwan smiled and swung the club, "Shit, today is such a blessed day."
The two men were on this high slope, hitting the golf ball down again and again.
Cui Changhao and his colleagues were discussing whether to start setting up Plan B, but soon a phone call came to them.
"Team leader," the colleague picked up the phone, "It's the DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration) calling."
Cui Changhao quickly took the call, which contained a formal invitation from the Narcotics Enforcement Administration for a face-to-face meeting.
After hearing the request inside, he nodded, "I'll be there."
The DEA headquarters in Arlington, Virginia, USA.
Cui Changhao walked into the meeting room carrying his briefcase, and two Narcotics Enforcement Administration officials sat opposite him.
"If we can catch Jeon Yo-hwan, we will be able to get access to the finances, distribution channels and personal networks of the Colombian Cali Cartel. You will be able to uncover intelligence on the largest drug trafficking group smuggling drugs into the United States, thus helping your DEA achieve its goal of catching them all in one fell swoop."
Quan Yaohuan stood up with his hands on the table and looked at them sincerely, "So this action is basically equivalent to declaring war on the Cali Group."
"Declare war on the Cali Cartel?" The bearded white man on the other side smiled. "It's not quite right, but it's very convincing."
He nodded, "Okay, if according to the Korean National Intelligence Service's plan, Jeon Yo-hwan's drugs flow into the United States, the US Drug Enforcement Administration's special forces will immediately go to Suriname to capture him."
This was just a plan before, but it was officially finalized today.
In fact, it was also because the CIA had tried to intervene many times that the DEA became a little impatient and wanted to push the operation forward as quickly as possible.
"Your decision is wise," Choi Chang-ho straightened up and extended his hand to them, but the bearded white man opposite ignored him and looked at the information in front of him. "However, since this is a sting operation, the US Congress may cause trouble for us in the future, so I hope that all expenses will be borne by the Korean National Intelligence Service."
"We will only participate in secret," the bearded white man stood up, "and more importantly, you can only use mercenaries."
Cui Changhao understood that the National Intelligence Service was not allowed to act under the name of the DEA, and they themselves had to conceal their identities.
mercenary.
The bearded white man reminded him intentionally or unintentionally, "Don't you Koreans have a mercenary company in the United States?"
Cui Changhao reacted, "Kinmen? They are PMC company."
"What PMC?" the bearded white man grinned. "They are essentially guys who do things for money, just like mercenaries."
Cui Changhao nodded solemnly, "I understand, I will be responsible for this matter, please don't worry."
The bearded white man then stretched out his hand and shook hands with Cui Changhao, thus reaching an agreement.
Choi Chang-ho left here and quickly went to San Francisco instead of Washington, where the NIA's American branch is located.
As night falls, the lights of San Francisco are not bright.
Choi Chang-ho stepped out of the airport, and the wind, carrying a hint of saltiness, gently blew across his face.
He hailed a taxi, briefly reported his destination, and fell into deep thought.
As soon as he finished his meeting with the DEA, Choi Chang-ho searched the phone number of the American Golden Gate Company on the Internet.
After contacting executive officer An Shangjiu, he stated his purpose, but the other party seemed to know it in advance.
Cui Changhao frowned, not knowing what was going on.
Inside the car, the driver spoke fluent English and skillfully controlled the steering wheel, shuttling through San Francisco at night.
Cui Changhao leaned in the back seat, staring out the window.
The headquarters of Kinmen Company is located in a high-rise building in the city. Cui Changhao pushed open the door of Kinmen Company and walked in.
In front of me was a spacious reception area. There was no one there, only a serious-looking man standing in front of the reception desk, with an upright posture and sharp eyes.
Their eyes met, and without further ado, An Shangjiu was the first to speak and break the silence, "Mr. Cui, welcome to Golden Gate Corporation of America."
Cui Changhao's eyes were fixed on him. "Representative An?"
"It's me," An Shangjiu smiled, "We can talk about sending fighters to help you complete the task of arresting drug dealers."
If you want to make money, you might as well do it. It's just a convenient thing to do.
(End of this chapter)
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