After listening to Fang Lang's words, Cilio Reci also felt aggrieved. He was not unaware of the position of Brazil in the minds of Americans. But as a self-respecting Brazilian, he is obviously unwilling to admit that he is a vassal of the Americans.
Therefore, he is of course very dissatisfied with the Americans' malicious manipulation of Brazilian politics.
"Then should we just stop these prosecutors from participating in this study with the Americans?"
Fang Lang pondered for a while, then shook his head gently and said:
"This is an open conspiracy by the Americans. We can't stop it. You know, we have a very close relationship with them now.
What reason is there to reject their invitation to study under the guise of improving the level of our Brazilian legal system? ”
"Then we will monitor these prosecutors who are participating in the training, find ways to collect evidence that they have been bribed by the Americans, and arrest them directly when they return."
Seeing that Fang Lang rejected his first proposal, he immediately thought of a new method.
Fang Lang had thought about this method before, but after careful consideration, he shook his head and refused:
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“Although this can solve the problem, it can only solve the problem for the prosecutors who participated in the training, and it cannot completely solve the problem.
Moreover, this will easily attract the attention of the Americans and make them realize our vigilance against them. If things go wrong, it might even lead to the exposure of our people hidden in the CIA. ”
Hearing that this was not allowed and that was not allowed, Syrio Recchi became obviously anxious. He clenched his fists and smashed them together, gritting his teeth and saying:
"Then find a way to prevent these prosecutors from having the investigative powers they want and deny them the opportunity to formulate relevant laws and regulations."
After hearing Cirio Reci's idea, Fang Lang also thought about it seriously. This method is not impossible, but if he wants to do this, the Americans may notice their Fang family's attitude on this matter.
After all, with the influence of the United States in Brazil, the only one capable of preventing the passage of this law is the Fang family.
It would obviously not be a wise move for the Fang family to stand up and confront the United States head-on. After all, their Fang family is just a family, while the United States is a country. If they confront each other head-on, the United States will concentrate its firepower on them first.
This would most likely cause huge losses to his industries in the United States. What was even more unacceptable to Fang Lang was that it might cause his early layout in Japan and South Korea to fail.
Therefore, he certainly cannot confront the United States directly, at least he cannot let the United States find out in public.
Fang Lang fell into deep silence for a moment, tapping his fingers on the desk unconsciously. Seeing this, Cirio Reci understood that Fang Lang was thinking seriously, so he did not dare to speak out for fear of disrupting Fang Lang's train of thought.
He could only stand there quietly, waiting for Fang Lang to think. After a long while, just when Sireo Reci's legs and feet were aching from standing, Fang Lang finally raised his head, waved at him, motioned him to come closer, and whispered instructions.
As Fang Lang gave his orders, Syrio Reci's eyes became brighter and brighter. After Fang Lang finished giving his orders, he saluted seriously and turned to leave.
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Jacopo Bonilla is a mixed-race boy born in Salvador, Brazil. His tan skin makes him look very sunny. His father was the owner of a small workshop. According to the life plan his father gave him, he should inherit his father's small workshop.
However, he, who had been independent since childhood, did not agree with his father's arrangement. After graduating from high school, he was admitted to the Law School of the University of São Paulo in Brazil. He originally planned to become a lawyer after graduation.
However, it happened that when he graduated, the Brazilian Procuratorate came to their school to recruit, and because he was an excellent student, he was directly recommended to the Brazilian Procuratorate by the school.
He did not disappoint his teacher's expectations and successfully passed the assessment of the Procuratorate. After working in the São Paulo Procuratorate for two years, he was sent to Pará State as a trainee state prosecutor.
During the few years he worked in Pará state, he always had a good reputation and did not receive much negative comments. In addition, during the crackdown period after the passage of the anti-drug bill, he enforced the anti-drug bill most resolutely and thoroughly, destroying the drug trafficking organizations in Pará State.
No matter how many people begged him to show mercy, he was not swayed. This quickly made him the youngest star prosecutor in the state of Pará.
He is not yet 30 years old this year, and he and his wife just had their first child last month.
These days, after work, he rushes back home to be with his wife and newborn son. Because he and his wife's families were not around because they worked far away from home, there was no one to take care of his wife who had just given birth and their newborn baby.
Fortunately, he was not short of money, so he hired a very professional nanny from a housekeeping company. Although this nanny was not Chinese, she had learned a set of secret methods of confinement from the Chinese that could prevent women from aging quickly after giving birth.
This made the nanny very famous in the city of Belém, and Jacob Bonilla paid a high salary to hire her.
However, in Jacob Bonilla's opinion, it was all worth it. At least, he felt that the nanny was very professional and took meticulous care of the mother and baby.
There had just been a shower in the city of Belém in the afternoon, and the faint earthy smell in the air was silently telling everyone that the air had just been purified.
But at this moment, Jacob Bonilla was not in the mood to appreciate the freshness of the air. He was eager to go home and spend time with his beloved son whom he had not seen for a day.
But this rain made the road home muddy. Fortunately, as a prosecutor, he had a good income from work. Last year, he bought a Beetle car produced by Fangyuan Automobile through installment payment through the Brazilian Development Bank.
So that he doesn't have to ride his bike through the muddy road to get home. However, due to the showers, there were many potholes on the road, and vehicles on the road did not dare to drive too fast. In addition, Brazil's economic development has been very rapid in recent years.
Even the economy of Belém, the capital of the Amazon state of Pará, has developed rapidly, and the number of various vehicles on the road has increased significantly. Whether it is cars like his, or motorcycles and bicycles, the number has increased exponentially.
"These damn bureaucrats, when will they repair this road properly?"
Jacob Bonilla, who was driving slowly due to the traffic jam, slapped his steering wheel hard.
In fact, it is no wonder that he got angry. Compared with Brazil's increasingly prosperous economy, the infrastructure in many places is indeed unable to keep up with the pace of development. If Fangyuan Group had not established a power station nearby last year, Belém, the capital of Pará State, would still be facing the dilemma of power shortage! Naturally, the development of roads could not keep up so fast.
In fact, as a prosecutor, he also knew that this situation could not be rushed. The Belem government had already planned to build roads, but the wrangling between governments at all levels really affected efficiency.
He had heard that the government of Natal was very efficient, and that various infrastructures were undergoing new changes every day. Even the President could not help but admire it after visiting Natal, and called on all cities to learn from Natal.
But everyone knows that it is not easy to do what Natal did. If General Fang had not forcefully cleared out the local evil forces and corrupt officials in the government during the military rule period, thus allowing the local government to undergo a complete reshuffle, Natal would not have achieved what it has today.
It was also because of this that he saw the huge negative impact of criminal forces on local development. This was also the reason why he joined forces with the Belém Police Department to forcefully deal with those drug dealers just after the Legislative Assembly passed a harsh anti-drug bill.
Just as he was urging the car in front of him to move faster with an impatient look on his face, a motorcycle behind him swam through the gap between the cars like a fish and slowly stopped next to his car.
The motorcyclist had a slightly cold smile in his eyes as he looked carefully at Jacob Bonilla, who was sticking his head out of the window to check the road conditions ahead.
Jacob Bonilla, who was looking impatient, also noticed the strange motorcyclist next to him, and just as he was about to ask him what he was looking at.
The young driver reached under his ribs, pulled out a pistol, and put the muzzle to his forehead. This made him feel cold all over and the whole world became quiet. In his eyes, there was no room for anything else except this armed bandit.
Before he could speak, he heard the driver slowly say:
"Mr. Mora asked me to say hello to you!"
As he was about to pull the trigger, Jacob Bonilla felt that he was finished. There was a bang of a gunshot, and just when he thought he was dead, he saw the gunman on the motorcycle turned his head backwards in disbelief, and his body slowly fell down.
As the gunshot rang out, the entire road was instantly thrown into chaos. The crowds blocking both sides began to flee in a hurry, and the nearby motorcycles and bicycles ran directly to the roadbed on both sides of the road in a panic.
The car owners had no way to escape and could only abandon their cars and run for their lives. For a moment, the already chaotic road became even more chaotic. From time to time, people who were in a panic fell to the ground, and without even having time to check if their hands were injured, they stumbled away again.
Fortunately, the chaos was escaping from Jacob Bonilla, and in less than twenty seconds, an uninhabited area with a diameter of about fifty to sixty meters was cleared where Jacob Bonilla was.
Jacobo Bonilla was very clear about Mr. Mora, the man the gunman referred to as him. He was the largest drug trafficking organization in Belém and even in the state of Pará. Originally, this guy was the biggest target of the last anti-drug operation, but he was lucky. When the police were taking action, his mother suddenly fell ill, and he sent his mother to the hospital for treatment, thus avoiding direct arrest by the police.
By the time the police discovered he was missing, he had already left his mother and disappeared. However, his entire drug trafficking group was eradicated by the police.
I originally thought that this guy had already gone into hiding and escaped, but I didn't expect that he would come back to seek revenge on me.
But just as the killer was about to take action, he fell in front of him, leaving him confused and not understanding what was happening. His mind was blank at this moment, and he couldn't think of who saved his life at this time.
While he was still in a daze, two people with pistols in hand came over from behind in a standard combat posture. When they came to the gunman, they kept their guns aimed at the gunman who had fallen to the ground. One of them stepped forward and stepped on the gunman's hand holding the gun, then kicked the gun three meters away.
After seeing the bullet enter the gunman's right temple and exit from his left temple, and that the man was completely unresponsive, the other man raised his gun and looked around for other possible killers.
While looking for other possible killers, he did not forget to turn his head to look at Jacob Bonilla, whose face was pale and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
"Mr. Bonilla, are you okay?"
Only then did Jacob Bonilla slowly come back to his senses. He looked around in a daze and saw two unfamiliar people holding weapons and observing their surroundings vigilantly. He was not sure of their identities.
But at least he could tell that the other party had no ill will towards him, so he could only swallow his saliva in confusion and said:
"I...I'm fine! You...who are you...?"
Hearing Jacob Bonilla's question, the man holding the gun lifted up his clothes, revealing the police badge hanging around his waist and said:
“We are police officers. We were ordered by our superiors to come and discuss something with Mr. Bonilla, but we didn’t expect to encounter this incident.
Do you know this gunman? ”
Seeing the police badge on the man's waist, Jacob Bonilla was slightly stunned. As a prosecutor, he was naturally very familiar with the Brazilian police system and was also very familiar with the police badge.
With just one glance, he could tell that the person's police badge was different. They were not ordinary policemen, but intelligence police who had only gradually emerged in recent years. Because their work scope was mainly focused on counterintelligence operations, they did not have much contact with prosecutors.
Therefore, he seldom dealt with these policemen. Unexpectedly, they were the ones who saved him today.
However, no matter what kind of policeman the other party is, as long as he is indeed a law enforcement officer, he will feel relieved and no longer have to worry about his personal safety for the time being.
"I don't know him, but just before he was about to shoot, he told me that Mr. Mora said hello to me. He should be a gunman sent by the Mora drug cartel."
Upon hearing this, the two intelligence police officers looked at each other. The police officer who had just kicked the gunman's pistol away, after confirming that there were no suspicious people around, put the gun back into his holster under his ribs, and then bent down to check on the killer lying on the ground.
Unfortunately, this killer, who was obviously hired by someone, did not have any obvious characteristics. Apart from the pistol in his hand, it was impossible to find many useful clues.
Seeing this, he could only look up at the other policeman who was talking to Jacob Bonilla and shook his head.
"This guy is a professional killer. He is very clean and did not leave any useful clues."
Upon hearing this, the other policeman also glanced around and confirmed that there were no other suspicious situations in the safe area before putting the gun into his holster.
"Then let's wait for the nearby detectives to come and deal with it. Let's ensure Mr. Bonilla's safety first."
Hearing this, the other party nodded.
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