On the other hand, at the villa, the primary base of the united three mafia families, all the members gathered in a spacious living room, watching a large projector screen.
They were observing the ongoing operation involving Mr. Long and Julyan. Julyan’s glasses were actually spy glasses, transmitting everything he saw to the projector. The small device he used also relayed the conversation between him and Mr. Long, revealing the exact location and details of their discussion. The members watched and listened in silence, absorbing the critical information.
In a corner of the room, Marco, Carlo, and Diego conversed quietly.
Marco leaned in, whispering, “So, the big fishing boat is just a cover. They make it look like it’s loaded with fish, but underneath, it’s packed with illegal drugs and equipment.”
Carlo nodded in agreement. “Exactly. The fish are on top, but the real cargo is hidden below. It’s a clever disguise. They mix it with other shipments before sending it out through Dragon’s Gate Trading.”
Diego chimed in, “It’s a smart operation. The Costa Familia has been using this method for years. They blend in with legitimate businesses, making it hard for authorities to track them down.”
Marco added, “And with the Dragon’s Gate Trading as a front, they can move products internationally without raising suspicion. It’s all about maintaining appearances while conducting their real business in the shadows.”
Carlo continued, “They’ve got connections everywhere, from the docks to the distribution networks. It’s a well-oiled machine. Even if one part gets compromised, the rest can keep running smoothly.”
Diego nodded thoughtfully, “And the way they handle the finances is just as intricate. They launder the money through various channels, making it almost impossible to trace back to the source.”
Marco smirked, “It’s impressive, really. They’ve managed to build an empire right under everyone’s noses. But with Julyan on the inside, we finally have a chance to bring it all down.”
Carlo agreed, “Yes, once we gather enough evidence, we can dismantle their operations piece by piece. It’s about time someone put an end to their reign.”
Diego concluded, “For now, we watch and wait. Julyan’s doing his part, and soon, we’ll have everything we need to strike.”
….
Back to Julyan, as he and Mr. Long arrived at the bustling dock, the workers greeted Mr. Long with respect, acknowledging his presence. A man approached them, ready to report.
“Sir, these are the contraband items that have arrived,” the man began. “We’ve got high-grade microprocessors, the kind used in advanced military tech, valued at $200, 000 each; stealth fabric, a material that absorbs radar waves, priced at $150, 000 per roll; encrypted communication devices, untraceable and highly sought after, going for $50, 000 each; rare earth magnets, essential for various high-tech applications, at $30, 000 per unit; and vintage wine collections, stolen from private cellars, valued at $100, 000 per set.”
Mr. Long nodded, satisfied. “These are exactly what some of our partners have been requesting. Make sure they’re handled with care.”
The man agreed respectfully, “Of course, sir,” before returning to his duties.
As Mr. Long held the list, he began explaining the items to Julyan. “We’ve got some high-grade microprocessors here,” he said, pointing to the first item. “These are the kind used in advanced military tech, and they were lifted from the Quantum Dynamics Lab.”
Julyan nodded, listening intently. “And these stealth fabrics?” he asked, glancing at the list.
“Ah, yes,” Mr. Long replied. “They’re materials that absorb radar waves, originally from the Horizon Innovations Facility.”
Julyan recognized some of the items, thinking to himself that a few were stolen from museums. “What about these encrypted communication devices?” he inquired.
“Untraceable and highly sought after,” Mr. Long explained. “They were taken from the SecureCom Tech Vault.”
As they continued, Julyan noticed the rare earth magnets. “These must be for high-tech applications, right?”
“Exactly,” Mr. Long confirmed. “These were sourced from the Elemental Resources Depot.”
Finally, Julyan pointed to the vintage wine collections. “And these? They seem out of place.”
“Stolen from the private cellars of the Bellamy Estate,” Mr. Long said with a smirk. “Some collectors will pay a fortune for these.”
Julyan thought to himself that some of these items belonged to a well-known family, while others were taken from private collections.
As Mr. Long continued, he mentioned the partners interested in these items. Julyan, curious, asked, “Why do we have such specific items?”
Mr. Long chuckled, “When a customer needs something, there are people who will find it and steal it, no matter where it’s hidden.”
Julyan feigned surprise, nodding. Mr. Long noticed his reaction and smiled slyly, “You seem a bit taken aback. Not used to this, are you?”
Julyan shook his head, “It’s different from what I dealt with in London. There, we only smuggled drugs, hiding them in stuffed toys, mixing them with milk, and other such methods. We didn’t deal with contraband like this, just illegal drugs.”
Of course, Julyan was fabricating his past experiences, but he played the part convincingly.
Mr. Long laughed heartily at Julyan’s reaction, giving him a light pat on the back. “Now you know, this will be your new job,” he said.
Julyan nodded, “Thank you for trusting me, Mr. Long.”
Mr. Long chuckled, “David, you’re too polite. You’re part of the company now, and as my assistant, you need to know these aspects of the business. From now on, you’ll be handling these exports.”
Julyan’s eyes widened in disbelief, though he feigned surprise. “Thank you, Mr. Long, I’ll make sure to do the job well,” he replied politely.
Mr. Long laughed again, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Just keep this a secret.”
….
Meanwhile, members of the mafia watching from the villa burst into laughter. “A secret, he says,” one of them exclaimed before laughing.
Another leaned back in his chair, grinning, “Of course we will keep it secret,” paused a moment, “right?” then he burst into laughter.
A third member, shaking his head in amusement, added, “He was clueless and unaware that Julyan was just playing him around, Mr. Conman is really cunning.”
Their sarcastic remarks bounced around the room, each more amused than the last. They found it hilarious that Mr. Long was completely unaware of their watchful eyes.
….
Turning back to Mr. Long, Julyan maintained his composure, “I’ll make sure everything stays under wraps, Mr. Long.”
Mr. Long, unaware of the audience, nodded approvingly, “Good man, David. That’s the spirit we need.”
Julyan nodded politely before he felt a shiver run down his spine, sensing that he was being talked about.