The vault was opened, the diesel generator inside was started, the lights in the vault came on, and stacks of U.S. bills were neatly stacked here, piled up in a square shape, and wrapped repeatedly in plastic wrap.

At a glance, there are more than 40 piles, which is 4 billion US dollars!

Pablo stood at the door of the vault and stared for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "Bring in the explosives, bring in more, I want a ton!"

Several of his subordinates didn't know what Pablo wanted to do, so they just followed orders.

After a while, someone began to move explosives, standard TNT, into the vault. Pablo held a camera while filming, and directed people to place these explosives near each pile of U.S. dollars and stick them with tape.

After connecting the detonator and arranging the detonating device, Pablo meticulously photographed it.

Finally, the camera was focused on him, with a cold look in Pablo's eyes, and he said word for word: "Either you let him go honestly, or I blow up all the U.S. dollars here!"

“$4.8 billion!”

"Of course, you can also bet that I won't let you go!"

A few hours later, a plane landed at a private airport near Medellin, which is also Pablo's property.

At noon, Sean got up from the bed after a hard night's work, but Victoria was no longer around him.

At this moment Victoria has become the strong mother again.

After washing up under the service of the maid, Sean was having lunch when Bill opened the door and walked in with a gloomy look on his face.

"What's wrong with this?" Sean asked as he put down the tachyon.

"You eat first, and then we'll talk after you finish." Bill stood opposite Sean, asked for a glass of red wine, and drank slowly while chatting about the battle losses and gains compiled in the morning.

Sean didn't necessarily ask clearly because the meaning was not obvious yet, and he was afraid that he would not be in the mood to eat after knowing the news.

At this time, Victoria Heinau walked in with her son and daughter. They had just gone out to play in the playground. The children were still young and were frightened again last night. They wanted to have some fun and relax.

"Come, have you eaten? Let's eat together." Sean winked, smiled and waved.

Victoria didn't know what she thought of. Her face turned red and her steps were a little weak. Pablo's son looked at Sean with hostility and curiosity. A child over 9 years old who grew up in this kind of family already understands

Quite a few.

Victoria Heinau leaned over and said something in the ears of her son and daughter, and then took the two little guys to sit at the long table. Naturally, a servant came over with a basin to wash their hands and disinfect them.

They will never be asked to go to the bathroom and wash their hands by themselves.

Victoria is a smart woman. This time she really saw what the influence of a truly world-class family is. It pushed the world's largest country to convene a United Nations General Assembly specifically to deal with this matter. This kind of intensity is something that a mere drug criminal can resist.

Of?

Having offended Sean, she felt that maybe Pablo was really going to finish this time.

Pablo is a drug criminal, and he has deeply offended the Colombian government and police forces. It can be said that the hatred is as deep as the sea. After his death, how will they live as orphans and widows?

At that time, I don’t know how many people are going to make trouble for them. Even if she has money, it will be useless. It will only attract more covetousness.

Let’s not talk about love at this time... You can’t really bring your children to Pablo’s funeral, right?

She is a woman who wants to spend the rest of her life in peace and let her son grow up. The only way out is to find someone to support her!

Is there anyone with better and thicker thighs than Sean?

She had thought about it last night, and besides, it was really comfortable...

Ahem.

That's why she took her son and daughter to have dinner with Sean. The sooner they got to know each other, the better. She wouldn't let her son really regard Sean as her enemy.

Pablo is a drug criminal, and the United Nations is calling for an anti-drug campaign. Therefore, the enemy is definitely not Sean. Everything is a crime committed by Pablo himself.

Looking at Pablo's son sitting aside, Sean still didn't understand Victoria's thoughts. He smiled and stretched out his hand. In Juan's angry eyes, he reached out and pinched Juan's face and pulled, "Little guy,

Quite stubborn."

"My daughter is still good!"

"It's time to go to school, it's best not to delay." Sean said while eating. With these words, the safety of mother and child is completely guaranteed.

Sean doesn't care. Is there ancient times here, and stuff like growing up and taking revenge? It's all nonsense. Without Pablo, just his son can live a good life relying on his father's reputation, but someone close to Sean

No chance.
Chapter completed!