Chapter 95: Chapter 95 The Mediterranean Smuggling Map

Joe Ga was the first to take the watch and inspect it closely, but he didn't find anything particularly special. Although Joe Ga was not very knowledgeable about watch models, he recognized the Omega logo; the watch appeared to be a black-faced Omega. After looking it over, Joe Ga tossed the watch to Dorian, laughing as he said, "Stop beating around the bush, what's so special about this watch?" Dorian grinned and pressed hard on the side of the watch face, then tapped the watch on the table, and the back cover came off naturally. He pried out a black storage card from the detached back cover and handed it to Joe Ga with a smile, "I've seen this kind of watch on a smuggler before. I don't know what's on that card, but I think something worth being preserved this way must be pretty important." Joe Ga nodded slightly after hearing this. He took a look at the storage card and then turned to Eric beside him, "Do you have a computer?" Eric was still upset about Joe Ga's insulting remarks, but his curiosity was insatiable. He had no resistance to things that appeared to be mysterious. Muttering a few words and rolling his eyes, Eric pulled out a palm-sized handheld console from his pocket, inserted the storage card, fumbled with it for a bit, and then exclaimed in surprise, "This is a list, wait, my God, this is a map of the Mediterranean smuggling routes, and the names on the list are all dockworkers." Joe Ga took the handheld console and flipped through it with amazement. It contained a record of names, each annotated with the person's name, position, port, contact code, and a number. There was an arrow at the end that, when clicked, opened a photo document. This document contained images of these individuals receiving money, with detailed dates and locations noted. The ports where these people were located were in countries along the Mediterranean coast. To the average person, the significance of this might not be apparent, but to Joe Ga, who aspired to advance in the arms trade, it was clear as day—this was a 'Mediterranean Smuggling Bible.' With it, anyone could transport their goods through ports, provided they paid these people enough. Those various numbers were evidently their asking prices. Why someone from the Mori Family would carry something like this was beyond Joe Ga's knowledge. However, at the moment he was delighted. For him, a novice not even considered entry-level in international arms trade, this list opened up a new world. In high spirits, Joe Ga pocketed the handheld console and then patted Eric firmly on the shoulder. Turning to Dorian, he said, "This is a valuable list that's very useful to me, and since you brought it back, I can't just take it for nothing..." Dorian waved his hands quickly, saying, "No, no, no, it's useless to me. I know nothing about business; otherwise, I wouldn't be in so much debt. But if you do want to thank me, just get me a few good guns." Joe Ga replied cheerfully, "No problem, just name the model, and I'll get you the best ones on the market." He then looked around at his companions and said, "According to our rules, everyone involved gets a share of the spoils. What would you like?" Discover more stories at m,v l'e-NovelFire.net Karman decisively shook his head and said, "I don't need anything, just help me find some essentials for Muto once we get to Italy." Nis followed with a shake of his head, "I don't need anything either, if I ever find myself in need of a different gun, I'll let you know." Antar put down his fork and showed his hands, saying, "I don't seem to need anything either, I can borrow Nis's gun on the off chance that I do." Karman and Nis were easy to deal with. Joe Ga ignored Eric who was eagerly raising his hand and said to Antar, "I have a solution for your problem. Just let me handle it." As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Dorian, who was bubbling with excitement, and asked, "So, what guns do you want?" Dorian counted on his fingers and said, "I've got an MP7, but I'd also like a G36C, an HK417 assault variant, a USP pistol, a Benelli M4 shotgun, and ideally, an omnidirectional night vision device. "The G36C would be best with a holographic sight. For the HK417, I want a holographic combined with a quick-flip triple magnifier. The pistol and shotgun don't really matter, just that they're from a major manufacturer." Joe Ga listened to Dorian's requests and realized that this guy had selected all the weapons an assault soldier would need: he could use the MP7 or G36C indoors and the HK417 outdoors to increase firepower and range. This guy was clear about his role in the team. Sёarᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Seeing the anticipation in Dorian's eyes, Joe Ga nodded without hesitation and said, "Leave it to me. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Pointing at a box on the sofa, Joe Ga then said, "Elephant has had quite the luck. Go open a box, let's see what else we can find." Upon hearing this, Dorian walked over to the sofa. After crossing himself on the chest and vigorously rubbing his hands together, he opened a box. Looking at the $150,000 cash and 20 blank passports inside the box, Joe Ga smacked his lips and said, "These passports must be part of the bargain between that Englishman and the Mori Family. I can understand the money, but what's the use of blank passports? Doesn't the Mafia even have fake identities?" When everyone indicated that they had no idea, Eric picked up a passport, glanced at it, and then said, "The money must be from Mori's arms sales, but these are probably the real bargaining chip. These are blank American passports with built-in RFID chips. "With the right electronic equipment, you can write anyone's details into the chip. After sticking on a photo, no customs will be able to spot the problem. "These fake passports are specifically for escaping, and are also favored by spies." As he spoke, Eric looked at a surprised Joe Ga and rolled his eyes, saying, "Don't look at me. I'm not in a good mood right now. "Unless you help me make a rifle just like your SVD, I guess my mood's going to keep getting worse." Joe Ga listened and nodded without any hesitation, agreeing immediately. He gathered all the passports and $50,000 into a bag, handed it to Eric, and said, "Keep this stuff. Make a fake passport for each one of us first, in case we suddenly need them one day. The rest is for when the time comes." Just as Joe Ga was about to divide the remaining money, Karman reached out to stop him, swiftly pulling out four stacks of bills and gave one stack each to Nis, Antar, and Dorian. Looking at the surprised expression on Dorian's face, Karman said disdainfully, "You made me distribute less money." As he spoke, Karman glanced at Ayu, who was immensely envious, and then said to Dorian, "These are our rules. The boss gets six shares, because he has a lot of people to support, so the rest of us split the remaining four shares. "Do you have any objections?" Dorian, somewhat puzzled, said, "What objections could I have? This seems very fair. The boss takes on the most risk and also has to cover our salaries. Plus, the missions are all thanks to him. "A boss who shares the loot is a good boss!" As he spoke, Dorian rubbed his hands together and said, "Let me open the last box. Hopefully, the luck stays with us."