Sander held the phone in his hand, his eyes shining. He knew Gus Gilles's identity, and he didn't trust this ruthless gang leader very much. However, Gus Gilles's words still piqued his interest.
Sander was indeed fond of money, but what he liked the most was the position of the highest officer of labor camp 1319. It was because he was well aware that as long as he could sit in the top position of the prison, it would be tantamount to a lot of money flowing into his pocket.
"Go."
After careful consideration, Sander gave Gus Gilles an answer.
At noon the next day.
In an inconspicuous cafe in a remote neighborhood of Batyam, Sander met Gus Gilles, who had arrived ahead of him. After sending away the two trusted subordinates who had followed him for many years, Sander sat in front of Gus Gilles alone. He lit up a cigarette and asked while smoking, "Mr. Gus Gilles, I like straightforward people, and I like dealing with honest people even more. What exactly do you want from me? "
"Don't worry, Warden Sander." Gus Gilles lightly smiled and said, "It's naturally a good thing that I'm looking for you. It's just that I'm not the protagonist who needs to meet you today. I'm just looking for you to act as a middleman for him. "
Sander slightly furrowed his brows and asked in a deep voice, "Who is he?"
"It doesn't matter who he is." Gus Gilles shook his head and said, "What's important is that he can give you what you want. For example, power and money. "
Sander fell into silence. He was getting more and more curious. Who exactly was this person? What was his purpose in coming here? He had been prepared to encounter danger this time. Even if the other party's request was too excessive, he must agree to it for the time being. At worst, he would just leave this coffee shop and refuse to acknowledge his debt.
"I'm not late, am I?"
Tan Xiu quickly arrived and spoke in fluent English.
Gus Gilles immediately got up and introduced, "You're not late, Mr. Tang. Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Sander, the Deputy Warden of labor camp 1319. This is Mr. Tang, the protagonist who plans to cooperate with you this time. "
Tan Xiu shook hands with Sander and then motioned him to sit. He then sat next to Gus Gilles and smilingly said, "I'm sure Warden Sander must be very curious about why I called you here. It's actually very simple. I want to make a deal with you. "
Sander sized up the young man in front of him. His eyes sparkled as he asked, "What deal?"
Tan Xiu was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he raised his arm and quickly made a gesture. Suddenly, Mo Awu walked over from afar with a suitcase in his hand. When he placed the suitcase on the table, he opened it and saw a suitcase full of US dollars.
"Warden Sander, here's a million dollars. Whether or not we can strike a deal today, this money is yours. Consider it a gift for our first meeting. "
Sander's expression changed. One million dollars was not a lot of money to him. His net worth was more than ten million dollars. However, this action of Tang Xiu's gave him a trace of favorable impression. Just as he was about to speak, his gaze inadvertently swept across Mo Awu's face.
"Impossible!"
Sander abruptly stood up from the sofa and stared at Mo Awu with shock in his eyes.
"I haven't seen you for many years, Warden Sander," said Mo Awu with a faint smile. "You've recovered from your injuries? I thought the Grim Reaper liked you and would take you away. "
Sander glared at Mo Awu with cold killing intent oozing from his teeth. "You're wrong. The Grim Reaper doesn't like me, so I'm very lucky to live until now. I still remember that you stabbed my left chest with a dagger back then. If it wasn't for the position of my heart being slightly different from an ordinary person's, I'm afraid I would've died in your hands. "
"We were also trying to survive back then, and you were our enemy," said Mo Awu smilingly. "But now! My Boss wants to make a deal with you, so we're no longer enemies. I like the saying that all the hustle and bustle in the world are for benefits, and all the hustle and bustle in the world are for benefits. There's no eternal enemy in this world, only eternal benefits. What do you think? "
"What I want to know the most now is how big the benefits are," said Sander in a deep voice.
Tan Xiu waved to Mo Awu, motioning him to wait at the side. Then, he smilingly said, "I didn't expect Awu to have some relationship with Warden Sander. It should be said that no discord, no concord? As for how much you want to know, that will depend on your guts. "
Sander sat down again and asked, "Tell me more clearly."
Tan Xiu shook his head and said, "What I can tell you now is that as long as you're courageous enough, the currency of our deal should be in hundreds of millions, with the word 'US dollars' added behind it."
100 million?
US dollars?
Sander's heartbeat sped up and the anger on his face gradually dissipated. In just five or six seconds, a smile covered his face as he said, "You're Mr. Tang, right? Tell me about the details of the cooperation. "
"I want to buy prisoners from labor camp 1319, and a lot of them," said Tan Xiu. "The number of prisoners … will be at least three digits."
"A hundred?"
Sander's pupils shrunk and his body couldn't help but shiver. A storm was set off inside his heart, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Tan Xiu. It must be noted that each and every one of the prisoners in labor camp 1319 was a vicious and wicked person who deserved to be shot countless times. Why did this young man in front of him want to buy so many prisoners? Did he want to form a terrorist organization?
"I …"
Sander didn't know how to answer because he didn't dare! Money was a good thing, and hundreds of millions of dollars was an astronomical figure for him. But no matter how much money he had, he still needed to be alive to spend it!
By observing Sander's expression, Tang Xiu could guess what he was thinking. A smile appeared on his handsome face as he said, "Warden Sander, I know you don't dare. But what if the crime of selling prisoners doesn't affect you and instead makes you the highest-ranking officer of labor camp 1319? What do you think of this outcome?"
Sander's eyes lit up and he asked, "Do you have a way?"
"I'll send someone to kidnap Augustino before we make the deal," said Tan Xiu with a smile. "You'll use his name to make the deal with me. After the deal is done. You'll immediately report to the government, and I'll send someone to evacuate with Augustino, pretending to be fleeing. If Augustino is killed in the fierce battle, the dead will eventually be unable to testify. "
"Making Augustino the scapegoat?"
Countless thoughts churned in Sander's mind, and the more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. After a long while, he asked his last worry, "How can I believe you really have this ability? Augustino may regard money as his life, but he's also very concerned about his own safety. Every time he goes out, he'll bring at least several experts to protect his safety. "
Tan Xiu pointed to Mo Awu not far away and said with a faint smile, "What if I tell you that I brought a group of experts with strength similar to Awu to Batyam? Do you think you can do it?"
"That bastard …"
Sander cursed inwardly before he finally nodded and said, "That man of yours is very powerful. I've fought him before, so I know his strength."
"Then let's make a good implementation plan …" said Tan Xiu with a smile.
Time fleeted by.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
In labor camp 1319, Augustino was comfortably nestled on a soft sofa, enjoying the service of a blonde beauty. In front of him, Sander was holding a file and putting it on the table.
Augustino casually picked it up and glanced at it a few times. He then grabbed a pen and signed it, throwing it to Sander and said, "A total of 13 people. You're in charge of arranging all of them! Remember, figure out their situation. If you find someone who's more powerful than you, remember to tell me. "
"I'll get it done right away." Sander nodded.
Augustino stopped Sander, who was about to make a move. He opened the drawer and took out two stacks of bills, throwing them to Sander and saying, "Take these 20,000 dollars and distribute them to the brothers below. Tell them to work hard. As for your bonus, I've already transferred it to your account. "
Sander nodded with a smile. After he turned around and left the office, his expression immediately turned gloomy. His bonus each time was only 50,000 dollars at most. Compared to Augustino, who could get at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars, the difference was too big.
That money …
Is he trying to get rid of a beggar?
Sander cursed inwardly. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, he took out a pen from his pocket and quickly added a name to the list of 13 prisoners: Richard.
Ten minutes later.
Sander appeared in the cell where the 14 prisoners had just been sent in. He watched as all of them were obediently handcuffed to the iron bars. His eyes finally fell on Tan Xiu, and then he spoke to the prison guard next to him, "Take Richard out and put him in cell number 000018. Detain the rest in the cells in the back. "
Immediately.
Two prison guards unlocked Tan Xiu's handcuffs and took him out of the room.
One of the 13 prisoners, a young black man, shouted, "Hey … buddy, why did you specifically put him in cell number 000018? Could it be that you have received benefits from him? How much? 10,000 dollars? Or 100,000 dollars? I also have money. I also want to go to cell number 000018. "
Sander's complexion changed and he angrily shouted, "Shut the hell up, you damn black bastard. The prisoners in cell number 000018 have been sentenced for at least 200 years. If you want to die faster, I can promise you that. "
"Hiss …"
The black youth sucked in a breath of cold air and instantly became listless.
Tang Xiu's pace came to a halt. He turned to look at the black youth and suddenly asked, "What did you do, buddy?"
The young black man puffed out his chest and cursed, "What's it got to do with you?"
Tan Xiu looked at Sander and asked, "Tell me about his crimes."
Sander lifted the file and read, "Stetanshu, Native American, burned down 16 shops and killed 9 people. Robbed a jewelry store, killed 3 people and seriously injured 4 … Escaped from prison twice, respectively … "
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