Capítulo 749: Chapter 331: The Beast Among Beasts
Madison: No need for that, maybe you can co over here and wait in advance, our friend will bring the Colombian congressman personally to negotiate this matter.
Madison: However, I need to remind you that although the Colombian governnt has agreed to transfer Silver Island, those guerrillas are not so easy to talk to. The governnt departnts will not take the initiative to help you drive them out. If you can’t handle the guerrillas, this is just like buying a blank contract for 20 million, a verbal agreent, akin to a worthless check.
Allen Zhang: Of course I know that. Whether it’s an investnt without returns or the guerrillas attempting retaliation, I will bear the risks myself. I will deal with this matter in private, no need for help from the Colombian governnt. Just their official statent will suffice. I can go to your place now. Is my gun still on your plane?
Madison: Your equipnt is indeed with , discovered by the security personnel. Seems like you were in too much of a hurry when you got off the plane yesterday, forgot to take it with you. I didn’t get the chance to remind you either. Don’t worry, it’s in my custody now; you can co over and take it at any ti.
Allen Zhang: Ok, because I didn’t carry a gun, I almost got robbed at knife-point by so black guys on the street last night.
Madison: Hahaha, really? I’m shocked to hear that! Isn’t that just how the West Coast streets are at night? Aren’t you used to it yet? I guess you wouldn’t be coming over here if you were in any trouble, and you would more likely be lying in a hospital bed.
Allen Zhang: I’m way too used to it, buddy. Of course, I’m fine, don’t worry. If my guys hadn’t arrived in ti, those black guys would have certainly left with sothing, rather than just getting a few minor injuries before being taken away by the cops.
Madison: I can imagine their outco won’t be good. But you didn’t choose to bring them to your private island for retaliation?
Allen Zhang: You think I’m you? I don’t have cotton fields on my island, what do I need them for? I have no interest in feeding them for free, this isn’t the Age of Mariti Trade.
Madison: You’re right!
After chatting for a bit more, Allen Zhang hung up the phone and had Sieg drive him to the suburban hangar, and on the way sent a ssage to Bailey to co help pilot the plane.
After arriving at the destination, Allen Zhang got out of the car, waved goodbye to Sieg, and let him drive back to Los Angeles.
After entering the hangar code, Allen Zhang walked into the hangar and found several Beggar Gang Disciples maintaining the plane, with a Black Hawk Helicopter and a Cirrus SF50 Fathead Shark inside as well.
Another Black Hawk Helicopter had been taken by Boketu to Texas to help Jimmy deal with Fire of Aragua, and he hasn’t returned yet.
When the Beggar Gang Disciples saw the General Sect Leader, they warmly waved and greeted him. Allen Zhang nodded in acknowledgnt and had soone pull out the Cirrus Fathead Shark.
He boarded the plane and sat in the cabin waiting for a while before he saw Bailey driving a pickup truck over.
Bailey parked the pickup in the hangar, handed the keys to the Beggar Gang Disciples, and went straight to the pilot seat, greeted the General Sect Leader, buckled up, adjusted the electronic equipnt, and then asked, “Boss, where are we headed?”
“We’re going to Madison’s Collection Island, there’s business to take care of,” Allen Zhang said.
Then he put on sunglasses, closed his eyes to rest, “Let know when we get there.”
“Ok.”
Bailey agreed, expertly started the plane, sprinting a distance on the runway, and as the air pressure changed, the plane soared into the clouds, heading to Madison’s Collection Island.
An hour later.
They arrived at Madison’s private island. From a distance, the outline of the island was visible on the sea level.
Bailey woke up the General Sect Leader, then contacted the people in the island’s tower, and after getting permission to land, he slowed down the speed, descended sharply, and landed smoothly on the airstrip.
Allen Zhang stretched, unbuckled his seatbelt, got off the plane, and saw several bulletproof cars parked next to the airfield. Madison got out of a car, waved at the General Sect Leader when he saw him, smiling and said, “I guessed you’d be arriving soon, so I’ve been waiting here in advance. Here you go, your equipnt, back to its owner.”
He exchanged the tactical chest rig with the General Sect Leader.
Allen Zhang opened it and checked, his equipnt was all there.
Jokingly he said, “What, do you want to give you an award or sothing?”
“There’s no need for that, but once you get Silver Island sorted out, if you really dig out so valuable silver coins, just give a few,” Madison laughed.
“Have our guests not arrived?” Allen Zhang glanced at the female assistant next to him. A new face? Old Mai is really going strong.
“That’s Mr. Flite’s assistant. She ca ahead of ti to tell about the matter, Flite is the fruit business tycoon in Colombia,” Madison introduced.
“Is that so? I thought she was your new assistant. Hello, I’m Juan Jin Hanberger,” Allen Zhang said with a smile while shaking hands with the female assistant.
“Hello, Mr. Jin. Our boss is currently travelling here by private plane with the Colombian congressman; they should be arriving in no more than an hour,” the assistant hurriedly said.
“Looks like we’ll have to wait a bit longer. Old Mai, do you have any exciting programs planned?” Allen Zhang asked Madison with a smile.
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