Cosma Empire

In the early morning, Jerez patted his cheek to wake up from his deep sleep, and he pushed the girl who was on the same bed with him from the narrow bed. With a bang, the girl woke up with a cry of pain. She stood up and looked at it in a daze, not sure if she fell while rolling or what.

Jerez sat up, took out five yuan from the clothes thrown by the bed, and threw it at the woman's side, which was considered as the overnight fee. The skills of the girls in Montel are very good, but the competition here is too great, and the price is on the contrary cheaper than some other places. This is still Jerez's choice. If he is not so taboo, he can find a girl for two or three dollars to spend the night.

This does not mean that the girls earn less, in fact when they really earn money is during the day.

The bedroom is not big, it is a very ordinary residence, Jerez is engaged in smuggling business, naturally it is impossible to use the money exchanged for life to buy properties, that is not a shrewd investment behavior, it is purely looking for death, and it is too much money . If something goes wrong, all his properties will be frozen, and the money invested in buying properties will be finished. He has never made such an investment, and all the money is stored in the Imperial Commercial Bank.

The commercial bank is a bank created by the group of people from the General Chamber of Commerce. It is definitely not as good as the central bank, but the commercial bank has one advantage, that is, they never ask for the personal information of customers. Sit down at the counter in the bank, say that you want to open an account, and the counter clerk will give you an account, then set a password or submit a token, and you can leave. The salesperson will not ask for any information during the whole process, which ensures the safety of these funds.

At the same time, commercial banks do not have as many rules as the Imperial Bank of China. Regardless of whether the account has been accessed or withdrawn in recent years, and whether the owner of the account is dead, anyway, as long as someone can provide a password or token, they will follow the rules and regulations. work. Unlike the central bank, if the head of the household dies and there is no heir, or if the heir does not know the account, the account will be canceled if there is no deposit or withdrawal within a certain period of time, and the money in the account will be transferred to a special account.

If the bosses who store their money in the Imperial Central Bank make a mistake, they will go to jail. After they serve their sentences, the money they exchanged freely for more than ten years or more may have become bank money. It cannot be said how difficult it is to get the money back. Go to court, and the central bank will take out the money after all the evidence is provided, but the time, energy, financial resources, and contacts consumed in it are not worth it at all.

This is also the reason why commercial banks can rise suddenly, at least they have achieved the "customer consideration".

He has saved a lot of money in the past few years, seven or eight hundred thousand, but he thinks it is not enough. He plans to quit after collecting one million, find a slightly more pleasant place to marry and have children, and live in seclusion happy life. In order to accomplish this as much as possible, all these years, as long as he gave money, there would be no goods he dared not ship.

After washing his face, he walked to the sundries warehouse in the backyard, and saw the five Guarts hanging from the beams, sobering up a lot.

He slapped the hands to wake these people up, and then took out a whip from a basin filled with sea water. The whips are all made of long wooden strips as wide as a finger's head, and the edges and corners are tied together. Once the whip is pulled down, several bloodstains can be left on the body. In addition, this whip has been soaked in sea water, and the salt is sucked in, which makes people feel more painful.

"Aren't you willing to speak?" He glanced at the faces of the five people one by one, "As long as you tell me where the shipment came from and the name of the person behind you, I will let you go. I'll give you a sum of money and go where you want to go." He swung the whip in his hand, and it slammed on the person closest to him.

The more he couldn't find out the details of these people, the more panicked Jerez actually became. He has lived a lot of blood-licking days, and he naturally knows that these people don't say what he wants, either because there is a very strict organization behind them, so that they dare not say it, even in the face of death. Either this group of people are all lunatics, all extremists. He has seen both kinds of people, and because he has seen them, he is even more flustered, and wants to dig out from them what is behind them.

There is not much time left for him. Once the other party finds out the problem, it is very likely that it will be a thunderbolt. He knew that the most important thing he should do at this time was to take his brothers away from Montel and find a new place, but he was not reconciled, and at the same time secretly hated himself for doing so much, to get these people into his own hands inside.

As a result, a big trouble came back.

Many large organizations and extremist organizations are raising funds through smuggling. Compared with those behemoths, he is just a small business.

The person who was beaten by him grunted, rolled his eyes, and didn't say a word.

It's not that they don't want to say it, or that they really have some great beliefs and are willing to contribute, but they dare not say it. At the same time, Du Lin also promised them that he would rescue them as long as possible. If they said something they shouldn't have said, Durin didn't say the consequences, but everyone knew the consequences of betrayal.

Instead of slowly enjoying the painful death in the painful torment, it is better to die happily, at least not only will not hurt the family, but also will have a generous pension.

Their hostile gazes made Jerez's heart tremble slightly, and he pulled out a half-foot-long sharp knife from his ankle, "I'm running out of patience, next time I speak, I either answer the answer or die .”

His eyes looked back and forth on the faces of the five people, some looked at him calmly, some glared at him angrily, but some were avoiding his gaze! His eyes lit up, he walked up to the fourth person who was hung up, and looked at him. The young man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, a little younger than the others, his eyes were a little dodgy, and Jerez laughed. Death is indeed the best way to force people to change their will.

He admitted that some people can face death without changing their face, but not everyone is like this. His knife tip has already aimed at the chest of the young man who can be regarded as his child, and stabbed it gently. A trace of blood slowly flowed out from the wound along the edge of the sharp knife and dripped on the ground.

"Don't you want to say it?" Jerez's hand increased a little, the tip of the knife went in about a centimeter, and the blood flowed faster. The muscles and expressions on the big boy's face were twisting and twitching crazily. He bit his lips tightly, and tears poured out of his eyes. He shook his head vigorously, Jerez chuckled and increased his strength, more blades pierced into the boy's muscles, and he became more and more frightened.

He choked and begged, "Please..."

Jerez didn't move at all, the blade went deep again, he looked up at the big boy and met his gaze, "I can already feel the beating of my heart, look, maybe next time, or the next time the tip of the knife It will pierce your heart, and even if you want to say it, it will be too late." But when he finished speaking, he pulled out the sharp knife and asked the guards to untie the boy from the beam, "We alone talk!"

He dragged the young man by the arm and dragged him out of the warehouse. The faces of the remaining four were extremely ugly, but they seemed to see a burst of relief in their eyes.

They hoped that their companions would not speak, but there was a thought deep in their hearts that they did not want to admit. It would be the best if he could speak, so that they would not have to face other tortures, or even death. This is a very conflicting emotion, expectation, and fear.

There was no sound from outside, and about ten minutes later, Jerez came back with twitching eyes. He wiped the blood splashed on his face, his heart kept falling, and he was about to fall into the abyss. He is not afraid of fighting with those smuggling gangs, nor is he afraid of confronting those bootleggers head-on, but he is afraid of those rich people. When the young man told him that his boss was a very rich man, Jerez had already felt fear.

The knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, and he looked at the four young men who were hung up, with a fierce light in his slightly squinted eyes. He took a deep breath, said sorry softly, then walked behind the first person, grabbed his hair, and cut his neck with the sharp knife in his hand...

When Jerez returned to the house, all his men were packing up. Although they don't understand why they are suddenly leaving Montel, a place that has been well-run, they have become accustomed to obeying Jerez's orders in the past few years. Jerez is not only cruel, but also very cunning. "Fantasy" has saved everyone, so everyone is very convinced of him.

He frowned slightly, "You don't need to bring clothes or anything else, I'll buy them later. Bring weapons, account books, contact information and other valuables. Easter, bring the truck over, we're running out of time."

Although everyone believed in Jerez, they also wanted to know why they left suddenly. It can be seen from Jerez's attitude that he does not intend to come back here again, which means that the territory and market they have spent more than two years building are abandoned in this way, which is really hard to accept.

Regarding these questions, Jerez could only smile wryly and say, "We've gotten into a big trouble."

Everyone's faces suddenly became ugly. The "big trouble" that Jerez said must be big trouble. They speeded up and went out with their personal belongings. East's truck hadn't arrived yet, so they had to wait for a while.

It was a modified truck. The truck's cabin and cab were reinforced with steel plates. It was used when they smuggled, so it couldn't be parked in the city, but it was placed in a place ten minutes away from here. In the warehouse of a farm outside the city. Only when he got on the truck and left this place, Jerez could feel relieved.

I just don't know why, even though he was about to leave, his heart beat faster and faster!