"How could I feel that this matter is not so simple?"
Two days later, a bulletproof Mercedes SUV sped through the suburbs of New Mexico City, flanked by two Chevrolet SUVs, also bulletproof.
Sitting in the back seat, having just arrived from Illiguo, Ferrari listened to Song Heping's statement and couldn't help expressing his concerns.
"Handing over Balrot's smuggling network and drug trafficking channels to you for management? Why does it look more and more like a trap to me?"
Song Heping closed the file in his hands, rubbed his brow, and said, "I know it's a trap. Ten percent of the profit, heh, which is one-tenth of all the drug sales profits controlled by the CIA, for me? Ferrari, do you know how much income this could add for us each year?"
Ferrari did some mental calculations and said, "At least over one billion US dollars."
Song Heping nodded, "Maybe even more, a billion is a conservative figure."
