Chapter 359： : commercial monopoly

In today's society, it is too simple to check individuals.

In just over an hour, Chevalier's information was placed in front of Tang Dao.

Holding the cigarette between his hands, he didn't open it in a hurry, instead he became slow. He tapped the ashtray with his fingers, picked up a biscuit on the table, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then took it easy. Spread out to see.

Marcus. Chevalier, Mexican, owner of a supermarket chain in Miami, secretary of the local chamber of commerce, director of the Mexican Association of Miami...

There are many names, but in fact they are all empty positions. In Tangdao's place, they can't get much attention. This so-called fellow countryman's association is a combination of interests to a certain extent, but the Mexican fellow countrymen's association?

It seems to be joking, are we sure we are not discussing how to ask grandpa to tell grandma to sell it for free?

The Mexican-American group is still in an awkward situation in the territory of the eagle sauce.

But this information will Marcus. Chevalier's character relationship list was spread out, he and Jeremy. Beverly is cousins, and the latter belongs to the Miami syndicate!

This is where it gets interesting!

"Have all the junk pickers started to get wool from me?" Tang Dao said to the little angel with a smile when he saw the relationship.

But the little angel clearly felt the boss's anger! He just kept his head down and didn't speak, but he listened to Tang Dao's next order with his ears up.

The difference between the Miami consortium and local consortiums such as Boston and Washington is that it is very LOW!

Others are more or less related to the military industry. The subsidiaries are involved in many industries, and the former is the retail industry. About 45% of the supermarket chains in the United States are occupied by the Miami consortium. Online is not a group of "players" at all, they are just selling leftovers.

But it's such a person, come to meet the A Consortium?

Tang Dao roughly understood what the opponent's goal was.

Snatch the military weapons business from its hands, and then reach a stepping stone to a higher society, realize the cultural revival of the entire consortium, and turn capital interests from leftovers into big cakes.

Falk!

But why not go to Morgan? The Grumman Aircraft Company under his command is the third largest military enterprise in the world, and one of the manufacturers of Eagle Sauce's aircraft carrier and fighter jets. Its annual output value does not need to be announced to the public.

Don't you think you are easy to bully?

Tang Dao frowned, his cheeks fluttered, and he smoked a cigar thoughtfully, with smoke coming out of his nostrils.

"Give me his latest whereabouts." About three or four minutes later, Tang Dao spoke, and pressed the unfinished half of the cigar on Marcus. On the name of Chevalier, the paper suddenly burst into a small flame, and looked up at the little angel.

"Understood." The little angel nodded, "Then Marvel..."

"Let Gregory's people deal with it. We are businessmen. We can't do things like throwing the sea."

Tang Dao said while looking at the feedback monitor on the screen. This monopoly industry is the most profitable. Everyone knows that when new interest groups come in, the old and decadent old world will be overthrown.

He didn't want to be like that, but the old world thought him a heretic.

Marvell drooped his head, just sent a small sandwich, and finally let him fill his stomach.

But this time made people more and more frightened. He struggled for a long time, but apart from the physical pain, it was of no avail.

squeak~

The door behind him was pushed open, and there was a "scream", but Marvell's body trembled involuntarily, and he clenched his fists subconsciously. Under tension, his muscles would be in a protective state, and his side face slightly With a twitch, the originally calm breathing also disrupted the rhythm.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and he could see clearly from the reflected shadow that a tall and thick man was slowly walking towards his back, holding something like a stick in his hand, but from the way his shadow was waving Looking at it, it is obviously a bit heavy.

When the opponent was standing behind him, he lifted it up and slammed it down fiercely, and he could hear the sound of it being raised.

Marvel felt it!

This... is a wrench.

In the next second, the whole world was plunged into darkness.

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Miami!

Located in the fourth largest metropolitan area in the Northeast, the hustle and bustle of more than four million people makes this city the fourth richest individual in the world.

But again, because of the local Latin American ethnic group, the public security of this place itself has a big problem. When Miami was established on July 28, 1896, it was just a small... village with 344 citizens, 23 of them were white and 181 were black.

A "Grand Theft Auto Vice City" is said to be based on Miami.

The complexity of this city cannot be clearly described in one stroke, and the race and beliefs here cannot be conveyed in a few words.

Just remember this place...

Poor B is not welcome!

Of course, for rich people, nightlife is used to be chic.

Marcus. Chevalier is obviously one of them. As a Mexican, he was able to set up a supermarket chain in this place, with an annual output value of several million dollars. In addition to his own ability, there is also the fact that his cousin belongs to a local consortium. He has a standard Latin American face, a strong body, and a tattoo on his right cheek starting from his neck, which looks like a person's name.

And because he spent a lot of money in several bars, he also gained a reputation, "Sphinx (Sphinx, of course, I heard that this nickname was first called by a few ladies...

It's past one o'clock in the morning.

Marcus who came out of the bar again. Chevalier was reeking of alcohol, laughing with the blond girl borrowed next to him, got into a Ferrari sports car, didn't even send a seat belt, just hiccupped, and looked at her wretchedly, "Baby , Let you feel what speeding up is!"

The blonde was also half dead from drinking, laughing like a bell.

boom!

Ferrari's gas pedal shook, and the passers-by yelled, and walked away.

A person walked out from behind a fountain rockery next to him, with a camera hanging around his neck, looking at the distant Marcus. Chevalier raised the corner of his mouth, and got 50 dollars.

Marcus. Chevalier was so drunk that he didn't even know what reason was.

After running through four or five red lights in a row, the girl next to her screamed and threw the gun out of the window, even sticking her head out. This dangerous action, on the contrary, stimulated the former's cerebral cortex even more. Alcohol is the most Can make people lose their minds.

He was even a little eager to fuck.

Just when he stretched out his hand, the Ferrari suddenly shook, and the low chassis itself seemed to be caught in something, and the pressure on the steering wheel instantly increased, Marcus. Chevalier wants to catch but how can this out-of-control beast be settled with his hands?

He gritted his teeth and subconsciously braked urgently!

This is all right, the girl who had just stuck her head out and didn't have a seat belt was torn apart like a leaf in the sea! Because of the inertia, it flew out directly, and the body rolled several times on the ground, and the most frightening thing was that Ferrari didn't stop immediately, and directly pressed over the girl's body.

The prosthesis exploded!

In the end, the car still lost control and hit the fire hydrant next to it. The water rushed up and turned off the Ferrari, which was about to explode due to anger, but it was still terrible.

The ground is full of blood.

Marcus. Chevalier was lying on the steering wheel, staring at his eyes, the broken glass pierced his face, and his chest hit the steering wheel, which was obviously sunken.

The price of drunk driving!

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