King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1108 - 976: Acquaintances Everywhere_2

The medical officer bird stretched his body, making his bones crackle, then laughed and said, "Boss, as long as we don’t wander into dangerous places, Brazil is a vacation paradise."

Joe Ga wasn’t very sensitive to ’danger’; in his eyes now, as long as it wasn’t a war zone, it wasn’t dangerous.

Moreover, he heard Kitten talk about her hometown; the slums vary, and most of the slums in Sao Paulo aren’t as bad as outsiders imagine.

It’s only the legendary ’City of God’, a slum occupied by drug dealers, that’s quite terrible.

But no matter how terrible it is, what does it matter if I just don’t go there...

The medical officer bird noticed that Boss Joe seemed not to have listened, as he watched Team B and Old Niu loading big bags onto another luggage cart. Sanderson followed the cart, while the rest boarded the shuttle bus...

Seeing these burly men get on the bus, the shuttle’s platform visibly sank a bit. The medical officer bird shook his head and chuckled, no longer emphasizing the danger issue to the boss.

If discussing danger levels, compared to the drug dealers, our people are clearly more dangerous!

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Even the seemingly most gentle Old Niu had a menacing face, and the bulging muscles on his thick arms immediately signaled that he wasn’t someone to mess with.

Due to their considerable weight, the vehicle moved quite slowly.

It took a few minutes for them to be taken to a special VIP entry hall.

The customs officers had no intention of inspecting the luggage; they enthusiastically took the passports, stamped them, and actively helped with sending the luggage through customs.

Just when Joe Ga and his group passed through customs and were preparing to board the cars with the help of the butler arranged by Sayyid, a middle-aged man in a grandiose white suit, accompanied by two bodyguard-like hulks, entered customs in a shuttle.

The VIP room wasn’t large, and the noisy demeanor of Joe Ga and his crew made the middle-aged man in the white suit pause.

He quietly inquired with the customs staff while passing through, then locked his gaze onto Joe Ga among the crowd.

Just as he hesitated whether to go over and say hello, Boss Joe’s ’Kitten’ made him frown...

It seemed as if this guy remembered something, then signaled his bodyguard behind him, bypassed Joe Ga’s group, and quickly left the VIP hall, getting into a waiting luxury car and swiftly leaving.

After the white-suited middle-aged man left, the medical officer bird nudged Dorian’s arm and said, "Did you notice that person?"

Dorian looked at his phone that was tucked in his waist, glanced at it, then sent out a few clear photos...

"That guy’s bodyguards are interesting. Judging by the tattoos on their arms, they seem to be from the Colombian lancers.

I sent the photos to Thompson to ask him for help in checking it out.

The CIA and DEA have enough authority here..."

Saying so, Dorian looked at the ground staff girl not far away, patted his head, opened a box, took out a bracelet with distinct African features, and went over to give it to the girl, then giggled and joked with her...

Joe Ga actually noticed that guy too; it’s rare to see someone in a showy white suit in such hot weather.

He put Nis and others in a business car, then himself got in a Coaster with his child in his arms.

When Dorian sat next to him, Joe Ga handed his son a bottle and laughed, "Who is that guy?"

Dorian said, "That guy is Jorge Andres, a congressman from the Progressive Party of Rio de Janeiro State.

It’s said he has many businesses in Sao Paulo and is very well respected locally."

Seeing Boss Joe’s indifferent expression, Dorian laughed and said, "However, according to rumors, that guy has had some ties with drug crime groups in the past.

Details on that will depend on whether Thompson can find more detailed information."

Joe Ga listened and nodded slightly, saying, "Send the photos to Monica; that guy seemed a bit off looking at Kitten.

He initially wanted to come over and greet us, but seemed a bit scared upon seeing Kitten."

Talking this, Joe Ga shifted the air vent above his head slightly and wiped the sweat off his son’s sweaty forehead, laughing, "We need to get this clear; Kitten had her reasons for running away back then. I don’t want to run into an old foe just upon arriving in Sao Paulo.

I still want to spend a few days playing here!"

Dorian casually said, "Boss, that guy is a politician, and he obviously recognized you. Even if you loan him a bit of courage, he wouldn’t dare to mess with you."

Joe Ga, hearing the guy was a politician, touched his face and laughed, "When did I get so famous?"

Dorian laughed nonchalantly and said, "I guess it’s because of the video you helped Big Mouth Tang shoot for his campaign.

But now it’s been nearly five months, and I reckon besides those who genuinely follow American politics, not many people in Brazil will remember what you look like."

.........

Jorge Andres quickly entered the city in his luxury car...

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