please make money

He quickly grabbed Alia's hand, but Alia held him back then, and then pointed the pistol in Miss Nonglan's direction.

"Look at the muzzle of my gun. You can see it too. I only have one bullet. If the gun is empty, it means you deserve to die. I will let you go."

The tall and thin man saw a glimmer of light from his despair, and his eyes glowed with joy: "You keep your word!"

"Of course I said it. My words are worth [-] million US dollars. Your boss has witnessed it with your own eyes."

As she spoke, Aliya glanced at the young lady: "Miss Nonglan, close your eyes and trust me."

The little sister trembled and closed her eyes, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

"boom----"

With a gunshot, the young lady felt her cheeks warm up, and her whole body was held stiffly by something, as if she was about to be pulled back.

But at this moment, a warm hand held her and pulled her in another direction.

Aliya held her in her arms, gave her a warm hug, and pressed her head to prevent her from looking back: "It's okay, it's settled, I'm here."

Torov whistled: "Wow, great marksmanship, is that Rumlow's gun?"

Use a gun that is not your own to kill in one shot in this hostage situation.

It's hard to tell if Aaliyah is in business or has some other side hustle...

Aliya threw the gun to him and patted the little sister on the back lightly, not paying attention.

"The credit goes to Rumlow. It has nothing to do with marksmanship. It proves that he really deserves to die. The only thing that makes people dissatisfied is that he died too easily."

"It's okay, BOSS, if we want to punish them, we have many ways."

Torov signaled his men to wash the floor quickly to clean up all the bloody scenes, and the equipment here will have to be moved later.

"Go find someone, I'm going to take them home." Aliya put the young lady who was still in shock and sat down.

She squatted in front of the other party, holding her hand with both hands, the warm hand, the bright face and the gentle tone, no matter how incompatible with this chaotic area, the two sides were like people from two worlds.

"Miss Nong Lan, although it is a little inappropriate to ask at this time, I still want to say, can you accept my employment? I plan to give you a very long employment contract. If you need it, I can send all your family members. Take away."

"me……"

"I will take you to a place where there is no chaos and gunpowder, where knowledge is respected, where you can exchange your efforts for rewards, and no one can take it away from you, where, facing the The sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the sun will rise as usual every day.”

"Is there really such a place?"

"Yes, that's my hometown, the most peaceful place in the world today, we can create the future together!"

"...I am willing!!"

291-It's not United Fruit! (for "Purple Sister's Sin Bag" 21/20

Why would anyone be able to reject Aliya?

Nobody can say no - just like nothing can stop her!

(TM)!Nothing can stand in your way anymore! The 100 million horsepower Aliya is unrivaled!

The entire block was purged, and more than [-] community members were picked out by Torov.

In his words, even across the street, one could smell the stench and bloody smell of these guys!

At this time, Aliya was free to learn about their composition-Daran stormtroopers?what?

The bullshit organization called the Dalan Stormtrooper is actually more like a collection of gangsters who do all kinds of evil.

Their original name was not the Stormtrooper, but because they were affiliated with the Free Army, they became a branch of the other party.

The free army doesn't care what they do, the only thing they need is that they pay military expenses on time, and send troops to stand on the street to help the scene at a certain time.

In this place where both sides drive around in pickup trucks and a small group of elite troops fight jungle guerrillas, a community of more than 200 people is like a small warlord, and it is worth wooing.

But for Aliya, this didn't make much sense. She just sat on the table at the end of the long street, holding a lollipop in her mouth, and looked at both sides of the street calmly.

Members of the community whose limbs were broken were thrown on the street, and those who tried to crawl away were kicked back. There were many prying eyes on both sides of the street.

Alia is waiting for someone. Ms. Nong Lan is the research core of the NZZ laboratory, but not the core of administrative management.

The administrative management is the dark-skinned man who looks like an old farmer whose leg was cut off before. Aliya thinks he is very good and wants to hire him.

What manager is more responsible than the person in charge who can protect his employees at such a time?Alicia felt gone.

He's worth the cost of treating him, even if it requires a firefight with the Freedom Army.

Oh, there's been a firefight, but it's over the port...

"Miss, it's done! ”An Lele received the communication, and there seemed to be explosions and gunshots indistinctly: “The port area has been completely controlled!Withdraw people! 』

"I still need a few hours here, and I will be back soon."

『Okay——fucking, instead of surrendering, they dare to fight back? What about 107? 107 Give him a round!Against him! 』

Rumlow and Torov followed Alia, while the Black Bee Tiger and An Lele, who was more familiar with their configuration, were controlling the port area.

As I said before, there are tripartite forces in the port area, and the loose small group alliance does not matter. The official army has taken the benefits of Alia. Naturally, it will turn a blind eye to the warships that come over. The only possibility It was the Freedom Army who did the trouble. They might not care how many people Aliya took away, but seeing someone taking advantage of people so ostentatiously taking advantage of them without giving them money was really more uncomfortable than losing money.

Aliya's response is also very simple, as much as you want, and replace it with firepower to deliver the mission.

Why do people always want to bargain with her?

Aliya took out a lollipop and handed it to Nong Lan who was sitting next to her knees: "What are your plans for the future?"

"...Thank you." Miss Nong Lan took it over and put it carefully in her pocket: "I--I want to work for you?"

"Work is work, life is life, you need to work for me, but you need to live for yourself."

"I... I want to continue my studies... I actually haven't finished my studies, and I haven't dared to contact my tutor for a while."

Aliya smiled: "Of course, you can do whatever you want, and I will not interfere with your personal freedom."

"why?"

"Why? Isn't this normal? I am your employer, not your master. You are employees, not anyone's slaves."

"No, I mean, why did you come to rescue us?"

Miss Nong Lan looked at the armed operator next to him with live ammunition, and shrank her neck: "It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"It took a little, but you can create greater value. As for the deeper reason... probably because I don't like other people being so pushy."

Aliya looked at the long street with mottled traces of war: "I like peace, I like the bright sunshine, and I like the waves, beaches, and tropical rainforest on your side."

That's why she doesn't like war, the dark clouds of fear, the sea waves dyed red, the beach with shell casings, and the rainforest occupied by warlords and armed forces.

But she is a businessman, not a savior, so the only ones who can help are those who really called her.

"BOSS, there are seven people in 210. There are about 600 people including their family members. Some of them...may not be their family members."

Rumlow came over and handed over the list with a bit of embarrassment: "We can't help so many people."

"Is it considered smuggling to transport them to Bangkok?"

"It doesn't count?"

"Go ahead, anywhere is better than these places—haven't found enough rope yet? I'm going to see them hanging on the side of the street."

Aliya pointed to those guys on the street: "The right to try and execute them is in the hands of the people in this block, let them do it themselves."

Rumlow touched the revolver on his waist, it was the right choice, BOSS is a weak girl, an ordinary businessman.

She neither shot to save people with her own pistol, nor did she make any heinous decisions, she just passed by.

"Yes, I'll do it right away, and the Freedom Army wants to talk to us."

"I came with an olive branch and they let my olive branch slip from my hands, and that's their problem."

Aliya stood up and patted the bottom of her trousers: "Rumlo——"

"Boss?"

"You said that you were active here before, right?"

"Yes, but it's in the city next door."

"Come and have a look when you have nothing to do. It's an outing. I'll be responsible for the expenses."

Alicia patted him on the shoulder: "Don't you think this is cool? It fits my imagination of cyber vigilantes exactly."

"This--"

"I'm not going to ask you to make any further political choices, that's their own business, but I'm very upset about these behaviors."

Human trafficking and organ trafficking in Southeast Asia is global. As the most important core component of the black production chain, their evil deeds are too numerous to write down.

To clean up this place is no less difficult than plowing the entire Asia-Pacific region again. Alia is old and cannot be counted on her for everything.

But this doesn't prevent Alia from cleaning up one by one, just to disturb their affairs, and Alia is very happy to see them upset.

She leaned close to Rumlow's ear, lowered her voice, crooked, crooked, crooked, Rumlow nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, let's make arrangements." Aliya waved her hand: "I'll go and see what Torov is doing, why haven't I finished the search yet."

A few big shields followed Alia's side step by step. Miss Nong Lan on the stage wanted to follow, but was stopped by Rumlow.

"You don't want to see Torov's hands-on scene. He hates these gangsters the most. The scene may be bloody."

What Rumlow didn't finish was that Torov found a place like a "slaughterhouse" over there, and he was probably furious now.

Miss Nong Lan sat down with a pale face, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Rumlow: "Miss Ai...I mean BOSS, what is she going to do?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you this, but there is one thing—"

Rumlow looked at the sun in the sky: "After we leave, they will give you a minimum of personal respect, build schools and hospitals for you, and even pay you wages. This is not because of their conscience, nor because they have changed. become good people, but because we have been here."

"..."

……

……

"Move! It's all ours!"

An Lele unloaded a magazine, pulled the trigger backhand and checked the lower chamber: "What rules, dare to refute the fire and still follow the rules? It's black and white!"

As the largest trading port in the three provinces of southern Thailand, Pattani Port has a relatively spacious warehouse area, which stores a lot of goods from local forces.

And the product that An Lele is looking at is also very straightforward - gold!

That's right, she found a large amount of gold jewelry in the port area, which should be from the Free Army.

The gold consumer market in Siam is very active—very, very active—with an annual import and export volume of about two hundred to three hundred tons.

The simplest example is the golden color that is shining all over the body of the King of Siam, where gold is the most typical investment item.

"It's all 965 gold, it's Siam's own product, but it doesn't have Boss Chen's mark."

"Walking out? Lol, boss Chen can't give me a one-ton medal?"

An Lele almost forgot this - all the gold in more than 1 gold shops in Siam is related to smuggling channels.

How public have these channels become?

Every morning at nine o'clock, the Siam Gold Merchants Association announces the gold price of the day in Thailand. Once the gold price is determined at the opening of the market, it has absolute authority.

Gold stores across the country can be exempted from the 7% value-added tax if they buy and sell according to the price set by the association. If they do not trade according to the price, they will have to pay tax.

All of this cannot be avoided by one person, the president of the Luo Gold Industry Association, the publisher of the daily gold price, Boss Chen, who is known as the Golden Man.

He has enough prestige and ability to control the gold market in Siam, which stems from his strength in this industry.

They not only own gold shops, gold processing factories, but also futures gold trading institutions, whose export volume once accounted for 4% of the total gold export volume of Siam.

In the 80s, Siam officially set the import tariff on gold bars at more than 30%, and the government also imposed a 3.3% tax on sales.

Many gold banks simply cannot bear this high tax rate, and almost all gold bars are imported through smuggling channels.

Later, after Boss Chen, the Chaozhou businessman, reached a consensus with the government, the tariff was reduced to 5%, and later it was reduced to zero.

As for why these goods were smuggled, the reason was probably that they came from a wrong place. An Lele grabbed a handful of gold jewelry and looked at the sun, frowning.

These are not new jewelry, but there are still dried dark brown stains, it's hard to tell where it came from...

But Siam, as the sixth largest gold demand market in the world, has enough market size to be eager for gold, more and more gold.

More importantly, these goods are probably not circulating in Siam. 965 gold is a unique 96.5% gold product in Siam, which is suitable for jewelry.

The gold that comes out of Siam is most likely to go to North America, or Brother Asan.