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The police station where Tony worked.
Dexter was in the chief's office, discussing donating two million dollars to contribute to the station, when he suddenly received feedback from Little Wu and couldn't help but chuckle.
He had been curious about when the handsome Brazilian drug lord, Comrade Nando, would arrive.
Now, Nando was here.
Well then, Jimmy was going to owe him a huge favor.
Dexter smiled silently, didn't waste time, and decisively spoke to the chief in front of him, whose face was full of smiles and obviously wanted that two million dollars very much. "Sorry, Chief, I suddenly remembered something. I have to make a phone call. I'll be right back."
"Okay, Mr. Ding, no rush, take your time," the chief said with incomparable politeness.
Dexter didn't say more, got up, walked to an empty corner outside the police station, took out his phone, and called Jimmy.
Jimmy was fxxking Fiona, in the heat of battle. He heard the phone ring but ignored it.
Dexter had no choice but to take out a cigarette, light one, wait for about a minute, and call again.
The phone rang again. Hearing it, Jimmy realized it was probably urgent, so he stopped his movements, reached for the phone, and saw it was Dexter calling. Instantly, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
"Sorry, urgent matter," Jimmy hurried to move, said to Fiona, and got up to walk aside.
"????" Fiona was truly speechless.
Damn it, right in the middle of doing it, and the guy runs off?
Fiona wanted to curse.
Jimmy had already answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Are you at your rented house right now?" Dexter exhaled a puff of smoke and asked.
"Yeah," Jimmy couldn't imagine what Dexter wanted.
"With Fiona?" Dexter asked again.
"Yeah," Jimmy responded.
"Good, listen carefully. Nando is here, brought quite a few men, watching from across the street," Dexter said.
The words entered his ears.
Thump!
Jimmy's expression changed drastically. His body shook uncontrollably. He simply couldn't believe his ears and was rendered speechless for a moment. "!!!!"
After recovering for two seconds, Jimmy barely managed to find his voice, instinctively refusing to believe it. "What?"
"Didn't hear clearly?" Dexter asked back.
Jimmy's mouth moved several times. "Heard clearly, but how would you know him?"
"I told you, this is my South Side," Dexter smiled. "Let's talk business. I'm busy at the police station, don't have much time. You know what Nando wants with you, right? The matter with Estefania isn't over. Don't think running off to Michigan quickly will end this."
Nando coming could absolutely only be for Estefania. Jimmy couldn't stop recalling some words Nando had said back then...
Following that, Jimmy imagined what would happen when Nando discovered how he treated Estefania...
Heh, he believed he would be chopped up and fed to the dogs.
Thinking of this, Jimmy instantly shook even more violently, unable to speak at all.
Not getting a response from Jimmy, Dexter rolled his eyes, feeling he could understand. "Need my help? I can help you solve this problem."
"But the price is high, understand?"
Hearing this, Jimmy's eyes widened sharply. "How to solve it?"
"How to solve it is my business. I can definitely solve it," Dexter smiled. "Can you accept the price?"
Jimmy took a silent deep breath.
If caught by Nando, he was basically dead...
Jimmy didn't want to die at all; he was terrified!
Therefore, compared to death, what did paying a little price matter?
"Name it, I think I can accept it," Jimmy hurriedly gave a definitive answer.
"Very good. Don't worry, I won't ask too much of you," Dexter laughed. "You just need to do ten things for me in the future, how about that?"
Jimmy was stunned hearing this. Out of the blue, he felt like he had just left the tiger's den only to enter the wolf's lair.
Before, Tony's request to him was about the same. Now, Dexter came again...
Jimmy really doubted life a bit. 'Am I that valuable?'
"Anything?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah, anything," Dexter replied, then added, "Don't bargain. You should understand what will happen to you if you fall into Nando's hands."
Jimmy indeed understood.
After all, Nando was a big Brazilian drug lord!!
So, thinking slightly, Jimmy gritted his teeth and nodded. "Okay."
"Happy cooperation. Then, from now on, don't go out. Just stay in the house properly, wait for my call. And immediately text me Nando's full name, his address in Brazil, the name of his drug trafficking gang, and other information," Dexter said.
"Okay, no problem," Jimmy didn't know how Dexter would solve Nando's problem, but things having come to this point, he could only trust Dexter's ability for the time being.
Dexter didn't waste more words, hung up directly, then walked quickly to his car, opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, opened the glove compartment, and took out a burner phone bought a long time ago.
Not long after.
Receiving Jimmy's text, Dexter read it once, then dialed the number of the DEA Chicago Division. "Hello, I want to report a Brazilian drug dealer named Nando [Last Name], the boss of the [Name] Cartel. I just saw him with over a dozen subordinates in front of house number [Number] on [Street Name] in the South Side of Chicago. Looks like they are going to grab someone..."
The DEA agent who received the call was startled first, then habitually expressed suspicion. "How do you know Nando [Last Name] and are certain it's him?"
"I have friends who have dealt with him. That's it, believe it or not," finished speaking, Dexter nimbly removed the battery and SIM card of the burner phone, then snap, broke the phone, got out of the car, and threw the broken phone into the trash can.
Subsequently, while closely monitoring the information fed back by Little Wu, Dexter returned to the police chief's office behaving normally.
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The other side.
DEA Chicago Division.
Because they didn't believe Nando could smuggle himself from Brazil to America unknowingly, the agent who received Dexter's call still felt Dexter was talking nonsense.
But even so, due to duty, the agent still reported the information immediately.
The person in charge of the division also felt Dexter was bullshitting.
However, considering Nando was a key target, worthy of being called a Brazilian drug lord, the person in charge dared not completely ignore it. After thinking about it, he decided to send two agents to check the address Dexter mentioned to verify the truth.
Soon.
A large black SUV left the parking lot of the DEA Chicago Division and drove toward that slum in the South Side of Chicago.
...
The police station where Tony worked.
Dexter sat in front of the chief, continuing to chat with him. "Although I haven't been in the South Side for long, to be honest, I quite like certain aspects of the South Side."
"Chief, I hope these two million dollars can bring some changes to the South Side."
"In a while, when my business gets better, I'll come again to express my support for you guys."
Dexter wasn't good at and didn't like talking this kind of bullshit, but managed to say a bunch.
After speaking, he took out the check prepared in advance from his pocket and handed it over.
Almost completely opposite to Dexter, the chief was very good at talking bullshit. Seeing the check, he decisively reached out with a chuckle to take it, quickly glanced at the numbers, confirmed it was indeed two million, and immediately started blowing rainbow farts at Dexter.
"Thank you, Mr. Ding, for being so generous..."
"Mr. Ding, you have long been a popular figure in our South Side..."
"Is tomorrow morning convenient for you? You donated so much money, we have to hold a press conference to publicize it..."
The chief said a bunch with a face full of brilliant smiles.
Throwing out so much money, besides getting familiar with the chief, Dexter indeed wanted to brush up his image as a successful businessman.
The reason was simple.
To take over the South Side, just buying, buying, and buying wasn't enough; political status was also very important.
For example, at some point, running for councilman or something...
Of course, he wouldn't necessarily do this, but he didn't completely rule out the possibility either.
So, doing some necessary preparatory work now didn't hurt.
Moreover, it was only two million dollars...
With him here, asking for money really didn't mean much.
"Okay, should be fine. 9 AM tomorrow? After I'm done, I still have to go to the restaurant for business," Dexter said with a smile.
Hearing this, the chief nodded crisply without the slightest hesitation. "No problem, then tomorrow morning at 9 AM."
The two exchanged pleasantries again.
Finally, Dexter was personally seen off to his car by the chief and drove toward Dex Restaurant.
...
In a flash.
It was almost evening.
Two DEA agents drove the SUV slowly to the street where Nando was. Seeing the three cars of Nando's gang, they nimbly parked the car by the roadside, not getting too close to Nando's group.
Parked, one of the agents immediately took out binoculars and looked toward the three cars of Nando's gang.
With this look.
Although he didn't see Nando, Beto and several other Brazilians appeared in this agent's field of vision.
Seeing this, the agent subconsciously frowned, his expression becoming a bit grave, and whispered, "Seems indeed not quite right. Those three cars have quite a few people sitting in them, and obviously not Americans..."
Hearing this, the other agent instantly became solemn. "See Nando?"
"No, the angle isn't good..." the agent holding the binoculars replied. Before he could finish, he saw a pistol at the waist of one of the Brazilians and was startled. "They have guns!"
"Damn it," the other agent was also startled. "Could that informant not be lying, and Nando really came?"
Comrade Nando was on the DEA's watch list... considered a shark!
In this way, if Nando was really in one of those three cars diagonally ahead, and they successfully caught Nando... Heh, that would be a great merit. The bonus would definitely not be small, and it could also make a huge contribution to cracking down on the Brazilian drug business...
"Currently, there really is a certain probability," the agent with the binoculars said.
"Call for backup?" The other agent knew clearly what catching Nando meant and couldn't help but be very excited.
The agent with the binoculars put them down temporarily and thought. "We have to confirm Nando is really in the car..."
Words spoken, the agent with the binoculars turned his head to survey the surrounding environment.
It was messy here, which was a good thing. It was easy to hide tracks and not be easily discovered by Nando.
"You get out, walk over there..." the agent with the binoculars said to his partner, asking him to get out and try observing the three cars of Nando's gang from another angle.
"Okay," the other agent didn't hesitate or waste words, agreeing very crisply. Immediately, he pulled out the pistol at his waist, checked it with click-clack sounds to ensure a full magazine, ready to perform an American-style quick draw at any time. Done, he got out of the car and walked forward behaving naturally.
Everything went very smoothly.
A few minutes later, the agent who got out saw Nando sitting in the car with his own eyes. So, without delay, he immediately called the agent in the car excitedly. "Damn it, I saw him, it is indeed Nando!!! Call for backup quickly!!"
The agent observing in the car heard this and didn't waste a second, immediately making calls again.
In a short while.
Dozens of black Chevrolet SUVs, one after another, sped out of the DEA Chicago Division parking lot, heading toward the South Side of Chicago.
At the same time, two DEA helicopters took off, heading toward the same destination.
...
By the roadside diagonally opposite the house Jimmy rented.
Nando sat in the car, closed his eyes. To be honest, he was getting a bit impatient waiting.
Unfortunately, this was America, not Brazil.
Breaking in and dragging Jimmy out of the house wasn't a good choice.
Doing so, Fiona inside the house might have a chance to call the police...
If the police were called, that would be really troublesome.
With Nando's identity, if caught by the police and checked, attracting the DEA's attention...
Heh, then, probably this trip to America would be a one-way ticket.
Nando had no choice but to continue waiting.
Inside the house Jimmy rented.
Jimmy lit a cigarette, couldn't help it, and carefully looked outside through the window.
Jimmy didn't see Nando, but saw those three luxury cars that obviously didn't fit this street.
Damn it!
Jimmy was panicked, chain-smoking cigarettes.
Fiona might not be incredibly smart, but she wasn't ridiculously stupid either.
Jimmy's reaction was obviously wrong. Fiona naturally saw it. By now, she had frowned tightly, asking with a gloomy face several times.
"Fiona, I'll explain to you later. Don't talk for now, okay?" Jimmy was annoyed by the questions and replied like this.
Hearing this, Fiona glared, very unhappy. "What trouble did you get into exactly?"
Jimmy couldn't be bothered to answer. At least, for the time being, he absolutely didn't have the mood.
Fiona became even more unhappy, even angrier.
Time flew.
In a blink, about twenty minutes passed.
Dozens of DEA SUVs drove into the street where Nando was.
At both ends of the street, two SUVs stopped, blocking the exits.
The remaining SUVs slowed down, driving slowly toward Nando.
At the same time.
Actually, the two helicopters that should have arrived long ago, but had been hovering in the air a bit further away, accelerated.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Beto noticed something was wrong through the rearview mirror. Looking diagonally ahead again, his expression changed drastically instantly. "Boss, we seem to be surrounded!!!"
Nando, who had his eyes closed, opened them immediately upon hearing this and turned his head to look behind the car.
Nando was too familiar with this kind of formation!
One glance confirmed it was indeed the case.
"Fxxk!!!" Nando cursed loudly. "Get out, retreat!!!"