King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1147 - 1003: The Heart of Amazon
Chapter 1147 -1003: The Heart of Amazon
Brazil Manaus is located in the north-central part of Brazil…
It is truly an isolated island city because transportation here is a complete mess.
Unless you take a plane or a boat, traveling from Manaus to any surrounding city requires being prepared to be stuck on the road for a week or even longer.
However, surprisingly, Manaus is one of Brazil’s most densely industrialized regions.
Because in the past, Brazilians set up a bonded area in Manaus to develop the central region, providing substantial policy incentives to foreign investors, which attracted many globally renowned companies to invest here.
Siemens and Nokia came here to set up electronics factories under such a background, and developed the area into the center of Brazil’s electronics industry.
Moreover, relying on the abundant mineral and petroleum resources around, the metallurgy and energy industries here are also doing fairly well. freewebnσvel.cøm
But transportation has always been the key constraint for Manaus; here, goods can only be exported via river transport to leverage the carrying capacity of large ships and spread out transportation costs.
However, with the shrinkage of Brazil’s industry and the increase in overseas trade, the industrial output value of Manaus is declining year after year.
If not for the tax-free benefits of the bonded area, the decline here would surely accelerate.
Still, Manaus’s position in South America remains very strong.
Here lies the largest motorcycle and bicycle production base in South America, and also the largest electronics industrial base; televisions, radios, and monitors produced here occupy 98% of Brazil’s market share.
The electronics products produced here not only have a high market share within Brazil but even extend to Peru and Colombia in the Amazon basin.
The early prosperity of Manaus originated from Brazil’s control over imported goods; at that time, they stipulated that any product manufacturable domestically was not allowed on the import list.
But not anymore!
With industrial advancement and the outflow of Manaus’s population, it’s impossible to resist the invasion of overseas goods.
Coupled with its island-like location and utterly terrible infrastructure transportation, Manaus’s status is continually declining.
Joe Ga came here not just for vacation but mainly to see this unique city and try to learn something from it.
The Amazon River Basin covers nearly 7 million square kilometers of land, containing 20% of the world’s freshwater, though the Congo River is also quite noteworthy.
Establishing an electronics industry in Africa is completely unrealistic, but Sangha Town North Kivu Province can definitely expand its metallurgical industry scale, and Bangui can develop the motorcycle or bicycle businesses.
The plane followed Joe as boss’s instructions, circled over Manaus for a while to allow everyone to fully appreciate the magnificence of Earth’s lungs, and let Joe as boss admire Manaus’s city layout, then slowly landed within a relatively worn-out airport.
The moment the Global 8000 carrying Joe as boss landed, it drew everyone’s attention inside the airport.
The people in the terminal wanted to know who on earth would venture to this remote and impoverished place.
Then various rumors began to circulate; recently, several extremely expensive private jets arrived at Manaus, presumably Middle Eastern tycoons admiring the lush Amazon, hence coming here for vacation.
And just as the airplane door opened, everyone was keen to see who would come off the plane.
A few inconspicuous guys held cameras and shot photos of Joe as boss through the terminal windows, then sent them out via the internet.
Very soon, one of the men, having taken the photos, watched Joe as boss and his whole family quickly leave the airport, heading towards the dock, then he took out a phone and dialed…
“Boss, another group has arrived. They look very wealthy and seem quite formidable!”
………
Joe Ga didn’t know that just by showing his face, someone was already targeting him.
If he knew, he might laugh his teeth out!
With his wife still brimming with hostility, no one ought to dare target him, it’s simply courting death!
Yet Joe as boss didn’t know that although the city’s development had stagnated for years, Manaus was still the starting point for the convergence of thousands of streams in the Amazon basin…
Countless tributaries clawed into countries like Colombia, Peru, and Bolivia.
With the cover of river and jungle, drug dealers turned Manaus into a drug trafficking hub.
The lax attitude of the duty-free port made Manaus a key place for drugs to occupy the Brazilian market and transfer to the world.
South American drugs spread from here, some entering various regions in Brazil, while the rest are transported directly eastward for hundreds of kilometers, then across the Atlantic to Africa’s Senegal or Morocco. After stopping at these two places, the drugs enter Spain and then disperse into the European region.
Sayyid, in a hidden location in the Amazon River basin leading to Colombia, constructed a luxurious resort.
To ensure local safety, Sayyid arranged for a large number of armed security personnel.
Originally, this area wasn’t under the Brazilian military’s patrol umbrella, but due to recent visits from Middle Eastern tycoons, the Brazilian military dispatched many military police to oversee the locale.
Then a large batch of drugs got inexplicably blocked!
Much like when Joe as boss disrupted the Glorious Society’s channels in Central Africa, the luxurious resort built by the extraordinarily wealthy foreigner Sayyid exposed a critical drug trafficking route under Brazilian military police scrutiny.
The Colombians wanted to resolve the issue through negotiations, but who was Sayyid? How could he possibly liaise with a bunch of Colombian drug dealers?
Thus, the matter indeed reached a deadlock!
When the photo of Boss Joe was passed on to Colombia, someone quickly recognized him.
Boss Joe’s fame in the drug world is truly immense!
Although he initially targeted only the Glorious Society’s lines, destroying the HLY route, he didn’t have much interaction with South America’s KKY.
However, Boss Joe’s close cooperation with the DEA is no secret, which leads to strange associations.
Originally, with Colombia’s poor relations with the Glorious Society, they shouldn’t have actively provoked Boss Joe, but they are really scared.
Because once Manaus is blocked and the passage on the Amazon River is cut off, not only will their transportation costs increase, but the smoothest route to Europe will also be severed…
Originally, Mexico blocked the road for drugs to be sold to America, which was already troublesome enough for them. Now, if the route to Europe is blocked, the consequences will be truly painful.
Boss Joe didn’t know that just showing his face would cause so much mental activity among Colombian drug dealers.
They boarded a luxury yacht at a dock in Manaus, and under the escort of several Brazilian military rubber boats, the yacht slowly began its upstream journey along the magnificent Amazon River.
Joe Ga had never seen such a majestic river; it’s normal for a river to stretch out of sight, but the Amazon’s vastness made Joe Ga mistakenly think he was by the sea.
Only then did he understand why a giant port existed in what was supposedly an inland city.
Cargo ships could directly transport locally produced cane sugar or pulp downstream eastward to reach the Atlantic.
The Amazon River water wasn’t as clear as Boss Joe imagined; the murky water essentially had no visibility.
However, after heading upstream for several kilometers, as the yacht turned into a narrowing tributary, the tropical rainforest on both sides compensated for the river water’s shortcomings, giving Boss Joe a different feeling from the Congo Jungle.
The vitality was too exuberant!
There were more monkeys here than humans, and they were very bold. As the yacht passed, some monkeys threw the fruits they held at the yacht, watching as the people on board dodged, and then let out a burst of triumphant laughter.
Boss Joe, holding his son, had a fruit battle across several rounds with the monkeys chasing the yacht, eventually realizing he probably wasn’t their match, so he decisively called for backup…
The yacht was managed by Sayyid’s butler…
This old chap clearly loved the green Amazon environment; he looked very spirited.
Responding to Boss Joe’s call for help, the butler instructed two sailors to carry out two baskets of melon-like fruits and then shouldered an air cannon resembling a bazooka, squatted down, aimed in the direction with the most monkeys, and fired a ‘boom’ shot…
Fist-sized fruits exploded on the tree trunks, instantly scaring the surrounding monkeys into screeching.
And the old guy seemed not quite done, urging his men to replenish his ammunition, continuously firing to both sides.
Joe Ga and his team of battlefield veterans watched an old man wage a lively battle with a group of monkeys using a cannon as if it were a grand event…
To avoid being affected by the old man’s silliness, Joe Ga carried his son to the shaded area under the cabin, then looked with a face full of grievance at Nis, who sat on a chair holding a little yellow sloth staring at the river daydreaming…
“Madam, your son is here…”
Nis was slightly taken aback, gave Joe Ga a smile, then opened her arms indicating Boss Joe should hand over the child to her.
Joe Ga looked at the sloth’s slender claws, then at his son’s tender skin, shook his head disdainfully and said, “Forget it…”
Saying this, Joe Ga sat beside Nis, poked the little sloth causing it to let out a soft cry, which led Nis to timidly slap him once…
“This thing is really ugly, what’s so good about it?”
Nis looked at the sloth in her arms nibbling on a few leaves, appearing drowsy, she smiled and said: “Because it’s the happiest animal I’ve ever heard of…
They need very little yet live freely, satisfied with just a tiny bit.
I envy their perpetual slowness, slow with good reason…
I know I can’t do it…”
Joe Ga paused for a moment after hearing this, nodded in agreement and said, “When this little guy grows up, we’ll retire and find a place to slow down.
If you like it here, we’ll buy some land along the Amazon and build a big house…”
As Joe Ga spoke, the old butler had given up competing with the monkeys, this monkey-tormentor joyfully put down the air cannon, walked over to Boss Joe, and said with a smile: “Sir, another 80 kilometers forward, we’ll enter Prince Sayyid’s land.
He bought nearly 60 square kilometers of land on both sides of the river and established a hunting area exclusively for the hunting company.
And is currently searching for someone to explore deeper into the Amazon, aiming to purchase a larger plot…”
Joe Ga suddenly recalled Prince Sayyid’s past declaration of wanting to build a unique retreat in an isolated place.
He was not optimistic about that fellow’s idea because once you go there, it won’t be isolated anymore.
But thinking about that guy’s bold purchase of 60 square kilometers of land, Joe Ga can only nod approvingly and say, “I don’t quite understand your passion for green…
But buying land is always right!”
The old butler paused, then shook his head slightly and said: “Not necessarily, recently I found someone snooping around the resort, and I have a bad feeling…”
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