Chapter 411: Suicide Squad?

After pondering for a while, Chen Jiajun said to Silva, "Keep a close eye on things over there. Since these drug lords can think of using people to launder black money in Hong Kong, they must have some understanding of Hong Kong's environment. They wouldn't dare to act openly, so they will definitely be up to some small tricks in the shadows."

"However, you can be a bit bolder in your actions; after all, Hong Kong is our turf! They won't be able to escape the palm of my hand."

Silva revealed his signature evil laugh: "I understand, Boss!"

After hanging up the phone, the more Chen Jiajun thought about it, the angrier he became.

You, a tiny South American drug lord, who gave you the guts to run to Hong Kong to stir up trouble?

"It seems that if I don't teach these guys a lesson, they'll really think Hong Kong is a place where any Tom, Dick, or Harry can play," Chen Jiajun muttered to himself, his eyes becoming sharp.

Since the venture capital matter couldn't be settled in a day or two, Chen Jiajun simply paused the investment plan.

He summoned Cao Weicai and asked him if he knew anything about mercenaries in the United States.

After all, Silva's intelligence stations had only just spread out in the United States and had not yet infiltrated Mexico and Colombia.

If he wanted to go find trouble with the big drug lord Pablo, he would need some "guides" familiar with the local terrain.

As it happened, Cao Weicai really did know a little: "Boss, I know a guy. This guy has a team behind him, but they usually take private jobs and aren't some security company!"

"Private jobs?" Chen Jiajun frowned and said, "Are they reliable?"

Cao Weicai nodded: "They are very reliable; quite a few bosses on Wall Street hire them to do things!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Address!"

Cao Weicai immediately sent the address to Chen Jiajun and then asked, "Boss, what about the matters here?"

"Can you handle it yourself?" Chen Jiajun asked.

Cao Weicai's mouth twitched as he said, "Definitely not! Do you want to work me to death?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Then build your own team! The investment plan is not urgent; we'll talk about it when I get back!"

"Where are you planning to go?" Cao Weicai asked curiously.

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Some bastards are looking for death; I have to go to Colombia to help them sober up!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Cao Weicai shrank his neck: "Then forget it! I'll just stay here in San Francisco and wait for you to come back!"

After leaving two Information Officers with Cao Weicai as bodyguards, Chen Jiajun took his people and headed to New York.

The mercenary team Cao Weicai mentioned often took jobs on Wall Street, so their headquarters was naturally in New York.

Following Cao Weicai's address, Chen Jiajun found a tattoo shop in the Buluokelin district of New York.

At this time, there were no customers in the shop; inside, apart from some tattooing equipment, there was only a cool motorcycle.

A burly man covered in tattoos was resting with a cowboy hat pulled over his head, completely unaware of the arrival of Chen Jiajun and the others.

Chen Jiajun coughed a few times to wake the guy up.

The cowboy glanced at Chen Jiajun and the others and said lazily, "Tattoo? Come back in the afternoon! We aren't doing business right now!"

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "It's not a tattoo; it's another kind of business. I want to see your boss!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, the cowboy said with some surprise, "How did you find this place?"

"Naturally, through an acquaintance's introduction! From Wall Street!" Chen Jiajun said casually.

The cowboy nodded, took out his phone, and dialed a number: "Barney, business is here, specifically looking for you. Come to the tattoo shop!" After hanging up, the cowboy said to Chen Jiajun, "Wait a moment, fifteen minutes."

Chen Jiajun didn't say much, just stood at the door, lit a cigar, and tossed one to the cowboy.

"Havana cigar, high-end stuff!" The cowboy seemed very happy and immediately lit it, looking intoxicated.

Chen Jiajun looked at the cowboy and said, "I'm starting to doubt whether you guys can handle the task I want to entrust to you; your vigilance is too poor!"

The cowboy smiled and said, "I haven't gone on missions for a long time; I'm considered a retiree! We'll talk after you see Barney."

Chen Jiajun barely accepted the other party's explanation, so he didn't continue to speak.

About fifteen minutes later, a motorcycle drove toward the tattoo shop.

Subsequently, a burly man covered in tattoos of various skulls and with a fierce face got off the bike.

He then said directly to Chen Jiajun, "Oriental? You have business to discuss with me?"

Chen Jiajun looked the burly man up and down and said, "That's right. Shall we talk here or change to another place?"

The burly man thought for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Follow me."

After walking out of the tattoo shop, they arrived at an auto repair shop next door; it was clear this was also the burly man's turf.

After Chen Jiajun entered, he lowered the rolling shutter, handed Chen Jiajun a bottle of ice-cold beer, and said, "What's the mission, and where did you hear about me?"

"Cao Weicai introduced me, saying your reputation in this line of work is quite good!" Chen Jiajun didn't stand on ceremony, took a gulp of beer, and then said.

"Yin Yang's connection!" The burly man nodded and muttered to himself, "Alright, let me introduce myself. My name is Barney Ross. What do you intend for us to do? And what price are you offering?"

"Yin Yang? Barney Ross?" Chen Jiajun's expression suddenly became strange.

Barney said suspiciously, "Is there a problem?"

"No, I just remembered some things!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "The mission is very simple: act as our guides. I need to take a trip to Colombia!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Barney immediately frowned: "Colombia? What are you doing going to that hellhole?"

Chen Jiajun shook his head: "That has nothing to do with the mission; you just need to bring us to Colombia safely."

"It's that simple?" Barney said with a look of surprise.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "It's that simple! You don't need to use force, you don't need to provide logistics; I only need your reconnaissance capabilities and your understanding of the environment in Colombia."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Barney then asked, "Then... what price are you offering?"

"Two million US dollars. That's a fair price, isn't it?" Chen Jiajun said indifferently.

Barney nodded and said, "Just for acting as guides, this price is already quite good!"

"So, are you taking it or not?" Chen Jiajun tilted his head and said.

Barney was silent for a moment and said, "I need a day to discuss it with my partners."

"Fine, you can call me at this number!" After leaving a business card, Chen Jiajun got into his car and left. (End of chapter)