Please make money.

The gang members whose limbs were broken were thrown on the street, and those who tried to crawl away were kicked back. Many prying eyes were peeked out from both sides of the street for unknown reasons.

Alia is waiting for someone. Miss Nonglan is the research core of the NZZ laboratory, but not the administrative core.

The administrative manager is the dark-skinned man who looked like an old farmer and had his legs chopped off before. Alia thinks he is very good and wants to hire him.

What kind of manager is more responsible than someone who can protect his employees at times like this? Alia felt that there was no such person.

He was worth the price of his own medicine, even if it meant exchanging fire with the Free Army.

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

"Miss, it's done!" An Lele picked up the call, and there seemed to be faint explosions and gunshots: "The port area has been completely controlled! Evacuate!"

"I'll need a few more hours here, and I'll be back soon."

"Well - they not only refuse to surrender but also dare to fight back? Where's 107? Give him a round from 107! Rebellion! "

Rumlow and Tolov followed Alia, while Black Bee-Tiger was controlling the port area with Anlele, who was more familiar with their configuration.

As mentioned before, there are three forces in the port area. You don't need to worry about the loose alliance of small groups. The official army has received benefits from Alia, so they will naturally turn a blind eye to the warships coming over. The only ones who may cause trouble are the free army. They may not care how many people Alia saves, but seeing someone taking advantage of them by saving people so openly without paying them is really more painful than losing money.

Alia's response was also very simple. She would take as many as she wanted, as long as it was exchanged for firepower delivery and the mission would be accomplished.

Why do people always want to bargain with her?

Alia took out a lollipop and handed it to Nong Lan, who was sitting next to her with her knees hugged. "What are your plans for the future?"

"...Thank you." Miss Nonglan took it and carefully put it in her pocket: "I-I'm going to work for you, right?"

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

Alia smiled and said, "Of course, you can do whatever you want. I won't 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 would you come to rescue us?"

Miss Nonglan looked at the armed operators next to her and shrank her neck: "This must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"It costs a little, but you can create greater value. As for the deeper reason... it's probably because I don't like others being so arrogant."

Alia looked at the long street with traces of war and said, "I like peace, bright sunshine, and the waves, beaches, and tropical rainforests here."

So she doesn't like war, the clouds of fear, the red waves, the beaches with bullet shells, and the rainforest occupied by warlords and armed forces.

But she is a businessman, not a savior, so the only people she can help are those who truly call out to her.

"Boss, 217 people. Including their families, there are about 600 people. Some of them... may not be their family members."

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

“Is it considered smuggling if we transport them to Bangkok?”

"It doesn't count, does it?"

"Go ahead, then. Anywhere is better than these places—haven't you got enough rope? I want to see them hanging on both sides of the street."

Alia pointed to the guys on the street. "The right to judge and execute them is in the hands of the people in this neighborhood. Let them do it themselves."

Rumlow touched the revolver on his waist. It was the right choice. The boss was a weak girl and an ordinary businessman.

She neither used her pistol to shoot to save people nor did she make any unforgivable decision. She was just passing by.

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

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

Alia stood up and patted her trouser legs: "Rumlow——"

"Boss?"

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

"Yes, but it's in the city area of ​​the next mansion."

"Come and have a look when you have nothing to do. Just treat it as an outing. I'll pay for it."

Alya patted his shoulder. "Don't you think this is cool? It's exactly how I imagined a cyber vigilante."

"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 actions."

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

To clean up this place is as difficult as plowing the entire Asia-Pacific from scratch. Alia is old and we can't rely on her for everything.

But this doesn't stop Arya from dealing with anyone she sees just to mess with their business. Arya is happy to see them unhappy.

She leaned close to Rumlow's ear and lowered her voice, "Waibi, waibi, waibibabu." Rumlow nodded repeatedly, as if thinking about something.

"Okay, go make the arrangements." Alia waved her hand: "I'll go see what Tolov is doing over there. Why haven't they finished the search yet."

Several big shields followed Arya closely. Miss Nonlan on the stage wanted to follow them, but was stopped by Rumlow.

"You don't want to see Tolov taking action. He hates these thugs the most. The scene might be bloody."

What Rumlow didn't finish saying was that Tolov had found a 'slaughterhouse' like place over there and was probably furious now.

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

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you this, but there's one thing—"

Rumlow looked at the sun in the sky and said, "After we leave, they will give you at least some respect for your life, build schools and hospitals for you, and even pay you wages. This is not because they have a change of heart or because they have become good people, but because we have been here."

"..."

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……

"Move! They're all ours!"

An Lele removed a magazine, pulled the bolt back and checked the lower chamber: "What kind of rules are these? You dare to return fire and still follow the rules? This is a traitor!"

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

And the goods that An Lele is interested in are also very straightforward - gold!

That’s right, she found a large number of gold jewelry in the port area, which should be the goods of the Freedom Army.

Siam's gold consumer market is very active - very, very active - with imports and exports of around 200 to 300 tons per year.

The simplest example is the King of Siam, whose whole body is glowing with gold. Here, gold is the most typical investment item.

"They are all 965 gold. They are Siam's own goods, but they don't have Mr. Chen's mark."

"Walking out? That's so funny. Boss Chen, won't you give me a medal that weighs a ton?"

An Lele almost forgot this - all the gold in the more than 10,000 gold shops in Siam is related to smuggling channels.

To what extent have these channels become public?

At nine o'clock every morning, the Gold Merchants Association of Siam announces the day's gold price throughout Thailand. Once the opening gold price is determined, it has absolute authority.

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

All of this cannot be avoided without one person, Boss Chen, the president of the Luo Gold Industry Association, the person who publishes the daily gold price and is known as the Golden Man.

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

They not only own gold shops and gold processing plants, but also gold futures trading institutions. Their exports once accounted for 4% of Siam’s total gold exports.

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

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

Later, after Chaozhou businessman Mr. Chen came to power, he reached a consensus with the government and reduced the tariff to 5%, and later to zero.

As for why these goods were smuggled, the reason was probably that they came from illegal sources. An Lele grabbed a handful of gold jewelry, looked at it in the sunlight, and frowned.

These pieces of jewelry, which are not new, actually have dried dark brown stains on them. It is hard to tell where they came from...

But as the world's sixth largest gold demand market, Siam has enough market size to crave gold, more and more gold.

More importantly, these goods are most likely not circulated in Siam. 965 gold is a product unique to Siam with a gold content of 96.5%, and is suitable for making jewelry.

The gold that left Siam is most likely to go to North America or India.

But the North American market is Boss Chen’s territory, and his Three Elephant Head products have a very good reputation. They don’t even need random inspections when passing through North American checkpoints; they can pass directly after looking at the trademark.

"Is there a boat going to Asan's territory?"

"Yes, agricultural product exports should be smuggled. South Asia has recently increased taxes again."

But this is also a helpless move - India consumes more than 700 tons of gold a year, of which less than 400 tons are legally imported.

Legally imported gold is subject to a 15% import tax and a 3% IGST. One can imagine how much profit would be made if these goods were brought in secretly.

"There are two containers of silver. It's for sure that they are for Ah San. No wonder half of the regiment is waiting here."

Last year, South Asia consumed a record 9634 tons of silver, the highest amount recorded since the millennium.

What does 9634 tons mean? It is equivalent to 37% of the world's mineral silver supply!

Black Bee Tiger and her friends have been dealing with mining bosses for many years, and they all know how terrifying Brother San is. Now they can figure out which line this is just by using their brains.

"That's what religion is all about. They think that as long as they accumulate enough gold and offer it to the gods, they can change their fate in the next life and be reborn as a noble person."

Therefore, many Indians, even those who live in difficult circumstances, would rather starve than save money to exchange for gold, and then go to the temple to exchange for blessings.

Otherwise, how could people find tons of gold treasures just by digging in the underground palace of a temple?

Now they have become the world's second largest gold consumer, and their private gold reserves rank first in the world.

But An Lele doesn’t care about those things. What she cares about now is that these things belong to her!

"This is the compensation from the Free Army. Load it all on the ship! Open the crane at the port. How much gold is there?"

"It's a lot, about five tons, but it's very scattered, and a lot of it is jewelry."

"Five tons? How much is that? According to the current gold price of 400 yuan, the total is only 2 billion yuan, which is less than 300 million US dollars. If it is shipped in such a large quantity, it will probably only be 250 million, which is not enough for the gas."

"Do you think Boss Chen can eat so much?"

"Why do you think they shipped the goods secretly and didn't dare to go through Boss Chen's channels?"

It is obvious that he is someone you cannot afford to offend - the reason he has been able to dominate Golden Street for decades is because of his charity work, right?

"Gold, silver, jewelry, I don't know where these things were looted from, don't tell the young lady."

"Why?" Black Bee Tiger frowned. "I need to get the boss's consent before I can execute such an order. The value of the loot is too high, and it will easily cause the team to lose control."

"Come on, Missy won't let you get out of control. I'm afraid she'll see where these things came from and get mad."

An Lele picked up a necklace and threw it to Black Bee Tiger: "See, the longevity lock - do you think you picked it up? People here don't like to wear this."

The black bee-eater, who didn't know much about domestic culture, looked at the small longevity lock and only understood what it meant after his colleague whispered in his ear.

She pursed her lips: "I didn't expect this place to be so chaotic."

"What happened in the past two years didn't reach this level before, so it seemed okay. But in the past two years, the fighting has become so intense that I can't take care of anything else."

In fact, this is indeed the case - looking back a few years ago, Miss Nonglan could even happily take leave from her supervisor to come back and participate in the research in the NZZ laboratory. Now the entire laboratory has been abandoned and turned into a telephone customer service fraud studio, and it has only been a few short years.

If we must trace the cause, it is probably related to the general environment, and it is also closely related to a guy who was physically attacked.

The Black Bee Tiger finally agreed with An Lele's proposal. The latter took out his cell phone to contact Boss Chen, and Alia also started to return with her equipment.

An Lele thought Alia would be angry, but in fact Alia was very calm and not too excited.

The one who was more excited was the little leader. He was the only one whose limbs were not broken, but only his palms were pierced.

He was going crazy now - Alia had taken away more than 2,300 people, almost the entire population of the block!

In addition, there are many equipment and materials left over from this small Silicon Valley a few years ago. This is equivalent to Alia, a company owner, packing up an industrial park!

Although these things are no longer advanced internationally, they are at least a considerable investment in Southeast Asia.

She planned to move them all away and settle them in Bangkok, even if it was to open a branch factory. In the future, she could use Siam as a testing ground in Southeast Asia.

The location is also suitable. Doesn't she have a direct purchase base? Just being neighbors is good. We can take care of each other and enjoy tax exemption.

As for what Rumlow was mumbling about, such a crappy name as "United Fruit", Alia pretended not to hear it and did not deduct his bonus.