"Find a way to get the 'Extraterrestrial Object' into the Belize Special Zone. We don't need much, but it has to be high quality. Target the customs people, target the upper levels of the port authority, offer them the best goods at the cheapest prices, or even let them enjoy it for free. As long as we drag them into the water, the Special Zone will become our backyard. By then, even if Victor had three heads and six arms, he could only watch as his territory is slowly eaten away!"
Once successful, it would be like sticking a Stinger right into Victor's Heartland.
"I understand, third brother, I will personally arrange for candidates to win over some key figures at Belize Port."
"Remember, Old Ye."
Xie Zhile's tone intensified, "We are now dancing with giants, one misstep and it's an abyss. Money is endless, but life is only one. Deep dive, without my orders, don't contact me proactively again."
With a "click," the phone was decisively and cleanly hung up.
