Chapter 945: Crisis of the Agricultural Association
"But will the Green Banner be willing to help us regain control of Straw City?"
A congressman asked cautiously.
"I can guarantee that." Malthus nodded. "I know the Green Banner very well. After the last war, they have been upset about not being able to control the entire country. In addition, since they only actually control the southern region, many of their transportation lines have been cut off, resulting in a significant drop in transportation capacity, an increase in transportation costs, and a significant reduction in profits. Therefore, over the years, the Green Banner has been committed to finding ways to regain control of northern towns and reopen land transportation lines."
"They have needs, and we have needs, too, and that's the basis of our cooperation."
Malthus blew out a smoke ring and spoke lightly.
Many members of parliament discussed it with each other and all felt that this statement was very reliable.
The Speaker discussed with many members of the House of Representatives, and then said to Malthus: "We can provide an initial fee of 10 million dollars to win over the Green Flag, but we will send a joint team to supervise the use of this money. If it succeeds, we will also give you an additional reward."
"It's my pleasure."
Malthus said this with a smile, but behind the shining lenses, there was a subtle glint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
The money was quickly transferred to an anonymous account. The password was in the hands of the accompanying team. Each person had a password, and only with everyone's consent could money be withdrawn from the account, ensuring to the greatest extent possible that no one could embezzle the money privately.
Malthus did not delay and immediately took a private plane to the city where the Green Flag branch was located, and then took other routes all the way to the headquarters. After going through layers of inspections, the group finally met Maduro, the leader of the Green Flag.
Both parties had their own needs and hit it off immediately. However, even so, Malthus still had to pay more than 6 million.
Immediately afterwards, the Green Flag sent out a mixed convoy of Hummers and armored vehicles, heading towards Straw City.
With the identity of a Malthusian congressman, he was able to pass through all the checkpoints along the way without any obstruction and no one dared to stop him.
Looking at the Straw City in the distance, Malthus' eyes were full of excitement. He couldn't help but clench his fists: "From today on, the entire Straw City will be mine."
He turned to the leader Duvalier beside him and said, "Mr. Duvalier, except for those insignificant congressmen and the speaker, try not to kill civilians. They are our cash cows. If there are any resistance, just injure them. It can also help the pharmaceutical group generate income."
"Don't worry, the leader has already told us that we will follow the rules of our base camp ."
Duvalier opened his mouth wide, and his four big gold teeth gleamed in the sunlight.
At this time, they passed by a farm where several cowboys were building vegetable greenhouses and racks, apparently preparing to plant some tomatoes.
Seeing this scene, Marsa was immediately furious. You know, it was he who personally implemented the ban on farmers growing vegetables on their own. He also had a share in the transportation of convenience foods from the Lighthouse Country for sale back home . If these farmers grew vegetables on their own, how would his convenience foods be sold?
"These damn cowboys, Straw City has only been out of control for a few days and they're already breaking the rules. If it's a few days later, wouldn't they be in chaos?"
Malthus has always been ruthless towards those who hinder him from making money.
In the past, he would have made a phone call and asked Cassandra to bring people to flatten the other party's farm with a tractor in the name of illegal planting. However, now that Cassandra has fled, the only one he can rely on is Duvalier by his side.
He turned to Duvalier and said, "Help me capture this disobedient cowboy and let him know the consequences of disobeying orders."
“That’s easy.”
Hearing Malthus' words, Duvalier readily agreed and held out his hand: "Our leader said that we need to pay for anything that requires our help. The specific fee depends on the situation. Well, let's calculate it by head. One thousand dollars per head, a total of three thousand dollars."
After hearing what Duvalier said, Malthus almost vomited blood in anger. He didn't expect that Duvalier was so deceiving that he asked for three thousand dollars just to help teach a few cowboys a lesson.
"Okay, I agree, but I can't sign the check for you until we get back to the city." Malthus' heart was bleeding, but he had to teach these disobedient people a lesson, otherwise, where would his prestige as a congressman be? Who would listen to him in the future?
"It seems that we need to find a reason to confiscate this farm and sell it to make some money."
Malthus was secretly making his own calculations in his mind.
Duvalier was very happy to hear that Malthus agreed. He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that the other party actually agreed.
"This is such a big fat sheep. Looks like we have to make a lot of money from it."
Duvalier and his men got out of the car, found a few good men, and walked over with assault rifles.
Seeing the aggressive group of people, a few cowboys wanted to resist, but a few people fired a few shots at them and stopped them.
No matter how fast they run, they can't be faster than the bullets. If they run now, they will be shot into a honeycomb. There is no other outcome.
Several cowboys were brought over without any ability to resist, then pinned to the ground and beaten until their faces were swollen.
Even Malthus was so angry that he came over and kicked them a few times. If it weren't for these nosy cowboys, he wouldn't have spent the three thousand dollars in vain.
"Take all those damn maggots to the reformation camp. I want them to stay there for a hundred years. Don't even think about getting out until they compensate me for my losses!"
Malthus said angrily.
The three unlucky cowboys were taken away, and only the little sister who was hiding in the kitchen to cook escaped. After everyone left, the youngest sister secretly called Old Tom.
"What do you mean someone took Eugene away? I know."
Old Tom hung up the phone angrily, grabbed the shotgun on the wall and started to put on the bullet belt.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Miranda asked anxiously.
"Eugene has been captured by a group of armed men. I have to go check it out."
Old Tom said.
"But there are so many of them, what can you do alone?" Miranda said anxiously.
"We can't just stand there and watch." Old Tom was dissatisfied.
"We can get everyone from the Agricultural Association to come together. Didn't we just sign a mutual aid alliance? This is a good opportunity to train our troops. If we can survive this crisis, the Agricultural Association can be truly established."
Zhang Tuohai said from the side.
