From Arms Dealer To King of War

  Chapter 123 Morrie's Youngest Daughter

  Choga didn't feel frustrated. On the contrary, when someone attacked from the other side, it would greatly reduce the difficulty of his actions.

  However, he still underestimated the attacker's ability and determination. When they bypassed the range of the sensor and approached the fence of the villa, Antar's voice sounded again...

   "Boss, someone is approaching from the sea in a rubber boat. There are 15 people in three boats, four machine guns, and the others are automatic rifles.

   Judging from their appearance, they should not be the regular army, but the gunmen who aimed at the Murray family. They wanted to attack and enter from the sea. "

  Joga felt something was wrong at this time, he followed Dorian to find a hidden place and squatted down, pressed the communicator and said, "Owl, is there anything unusual near our side?"

  Antal mobilized the drone to fly over Choga and the others and checked for a while, then said: "No, but the strange thing is that the mercenaries we saw this afternoon are all concentrated in the slums on your side.

  During the day, drones can't tell the difference between mercenaries and civilians, but now I have a clear view, and there are about 40 gunmen on guard in the slums on the south side. "

  After hearing this, Qiaojia had an indescribably strange feeling, as if the Mori family was deliberately allowing the enemy to attack from two directions...

  Looking at the heavily guarded villa not far away, Choga and Kaman exchanged glances, then looked at Dorian who was also thoughtful, and said, "I don't feel very good."

  Dorian did not respond to Choga immediately, but asked about the situation in several directions in detail, and finally he shook his head helplessly and said, "It should be a trap!

   I just don’t know about the Mori family, how did they confirm that the other party will attack tonight?

  I always thought that they strengthened security to stop hostile forces outside. "

   As Dorian looked at the security guards patrolling the huge courtyard of the villa, he shook his head and said, "Why did they do this? Killing a bunch of mercenaries won't solve the problems the Mori family is facing now."

  Joga didn’t want to think about what the Mori family thought. He looked at the villa not far away and said in a deep voice, “Are you sure that all the Mori family are inside?”

  Dorian nodded heavily and said: "I'm sure, the second son Bentley, the fourth son Jonah, the fifth son Joseph, and the eldest daughter Gloria, I saw them walk into the villa with my own eyes."

   Speaking of Dorian nodded with certainty and said: "I'm sure, and I have worked in it, I can guarantee that there is no tunnel leading to the outside world in this villa."

   Qiaojia shook his head instinctively and said: "That's not right. If it's setting a trap, they must have someone outside to respond and direct them. Otherwise, there is no practical significance for them to take risks on their own."

  Speaking, Qiaojia thought for a while, and said: "It doesn't matter, let's wait and see what happens, if this is really a trap, those mercenaries will die.

  As long as the Morrie family thinks they have won, they will relax their vigilance, and then we will follow the original plan to catch them by surprise! "

  Dorian was a little surprised by Choga's unrelenting aggressiveness at this time. Under normal circumstances, they should choose to retreat and see the situation at this time.

  But he neglected that his boss is not from a professional background. He is very cautious, but sometimes he is very radical. He does not think like a soldier, but always starts from the perspective of his own interests.

   Someone took the initiative to attack and attract the attention of the Mori family, so Choja, who wanted the Mori family to die, would think this was a good opportunity.

  ...

   Just when a fierce conflict was about to take place, in a luxury hotel in the center of Catania.

  A young woman in a backless evening dress walked into the bar gracefully and sat at the bar counter.

  The young woman took out a lady's cigarette and put it near her mouth, and the bartender lit the cigarette for the **** woman with a wink.

  The woman looked at the bartender who was a little dazed, and she smiled and said, "Give me a glass of whiskey without ice."

  The bartender, who was not very focused, looked away from the woman's majestic bust, nodded awkwardly, turned around, took a wine glass, put it in front of the woman, and poured her a small glass of whiskey.

The handsome-looking bartender watched the woman pick up the glass and drank it down. He graciously refilled the drink for her under the gesture of the woman. Just as he was about to strike up a conversation, a middle-aged man in a large suit walked up. Sit down beside the woman.

He beckoned the bartender to bring him a glass of whiskey, the middle-aged man handed over a euro to signal the bartender to give him some space, then he raised his glass to the woman and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Mrs. Du Pont's taste in drinking, Almost like me..."

  The woman glanced at the middle-aged man out of the corner of her eye, and said: "My father taught me since I was a child that when dealing with some people, I should try my best to take care of their self-esteem.

  Because some people look sanctimonious, but in fact there is a little boy with low self-esteem living in his heart, and dirty thoughts are always circling in his heart. "

  The middle-aged man was not angry when he was ridiculed, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know what you want to do by asking me out?

  I thought big shots like you wouldn't want to deal with us CIA. "

   "My father is dead! He was shot and killed in prison."

  When Mrs. Du Pont was speaking, she pointed to her shoulders and chest, and said in a cold tone: "One shot hit the shoulder, and the other shot hit the chest.

   Now my father is dead, but some people are still not satisfied, and they want to kill the rest of the Morrie family.

   I need an answer! "

  The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "You are looking for the wrong person. We are the CIA, not private investigators. Our recent concern is the highway attack..."

  The middle-aged man looked at Mrs. Du Pont, and said earnestly: "Madam, your husband has a noble status. Although you are the youngest daughter of the Murray family, you are the wife of the Du Pont family.

  The DuPont Group’s influence in Europe has continued to weaken over the years. I personally suggest that you should not wade into muddy waters.

  As far as I know, your younger brother Joseph has reached an agreement with the other party, using drug channels in exchange for a truce between the two sides. Although it will cost the lives of several brothers for this, the matter is almost over here! "

  Mrs. DuPont nodded slightly and said: "Yes, it's almost over, but I only found a few small people, which is not enough. Compared with the losses suffered by the Murray family, these few people are far from enough."

   When the middle-aged man heard it, he said in disbelief: "Is it a lie that your brother Joseph negotiated peace with the other party? Is it a lie to betray your own brother?

  What exactly do you want to do? "

  Mrs. DuPont raised her wine glass as a gesture, and said, "I need someone to take responsibility for the blood shed by the Murray family.

  I need a few people with enough weight to warn those idiots who are about to move with death. "

   Speaking of Mrs. DuPont staring into the eyes of the middle-aged man, she said: "The drugs of the Ndrangheta come from the poor Khan. They are robbing the CIA for business. I don't believe you know nothing about them."

  The middle-aged man is a long-standing old spy, and he has already felt the thoughts of Mrs. Dupont at this moment.

  She didn't just want to avenge the family. As the daughter-in-law of the Dupont family, this lady wanted to let the Dupont family intervene and eat up the share of smuggled arms by overthrowing the power of the Gloria in Italy.

  If it weren't for this, the DuPont family wouldn't have allowed a woman to act like this.

  Now the eldest son and the youngest son in charge of the smuggling business of the Murray family are both dead, and this youngest daughter, with the halo of the DuPont family, wants to come back and eat this piece of fat.

  With the help of DuPont, the Murray family can get a valuable respite, and at the same time, the DuPont family can get a share of about 200 million US dollars in arms exports a year.

   Again, the arms trade itself is legal, but because some major countries have forcibly demarcated the scope of trade, legal trade has become difficult, so the Murray family smuggled weapons to make this trade generate huge profits.

   This amount of money is of course nothing to the DuPont Group, but it is very useful to individuals in the DuPont family. After all, even if the surname is DuPont, it does not mean that you are a rich man.

  Du Pont, who will marry a mafia woman, can imagine his status in the family.

The middle-aged man bowed his head and remained silent for a long time. After weighing carefully, he wrote a name on a liquor license and pushed it in front of Mrs. Dupont, then said: "He is the main person in charge of the Honorable Society in Italy. There are no more leads, and if you want to dig up more people, you're on your own.

   DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) has a branch in Portugal, I can call them and ask them to arrange a team to come and help.

   After all, it is everyone's common responsibility to crack down on the Ndranghelan! "

  Mrs. DuPont took a look at the liquor license, chanted the name 'Tinaro', and then threw the liquor license into the trash can.

  Looking at the greasy smile on the middle-aged man's face, Mrs. Dupont shook her head and said, "I use my people, you ask the DEA to send an agent to help coordinate the Italian police, I need some legal procedures for starting a war.

  My brother has found the thread of the Ndrangheta, and tonight will destroy their main force in Catania, and tomorrow I will send the rest to hell. "

  The middle-aged man nodded and smiled, and then said, "As a collaborator, what can I gain?"

  Mrs. DuPont shook her head and said, "I don't know, but I know very well that you can always get what you want."

   Speaking of Mrs. DuPont looking at the dissatisfied expression of the middle-aged man, she shook her head contemptuously and said: "The Glorious Society will be hurt in Italy. Once the drug channel is broken, their funds will be in trouble. You have a lot of opportunities to catch their tails.

   Once Italy fails, they will be forced to turn to Portugal, which is the territory of the Colombians. As long as they have a conflict, you hyenas can benefit from it.

  My husband used to be part of the CIA, he understands how you work!

  He paid a leg for the CIA, you owe him! "

  (end of this chapter)