That day, when Li Zitao led people away from the manor full of bullet holes and corpses, a vigorous search operation was launched in the city.

William Dever rushed to the Chicago Police Station in person, sat opposite the police chief, and calmly watched him issue orders one after another.

From this moment on, he and the Capone Group have completely broken up, and the other party's actions last night were to tear off the last fig leaf.

Everyone in Chicago didn't know that it was his estate, left by his wife, Mrs. Dever's father, and it was one of his most beloved estates.

And last night, the Italian Mafia completely destroyed it, which made William Dever full of anger and secretly terrified in his heart.

"Do these bastards really want to go against the Federation?" As a politician, when encountering danger, he must immediately position himself.

There are difficulties in the federal government, and he is just a mayor under the jurisdiction of the federal government.

For your own benefit, the federal government has no right to interfere with local laws. This is the right of every American citizen.

For American officials, they have already mastered this trick.

If the Capone Group is really going crazy, then William Dever may have to go to Washington in person to express the anger of all the people of Chicago against the federal inaction.

As for whether the people want to be represented by him? Who cares? I am the mayor.

"Hello." Looking at the statue-like, taciturn mayor opposite him, staring at him intently, Director Grant Fuze answered the phone in a very unfriendly tone.

"I'm looking for Mayor William Dever. Please tell him that an old friend is calling." The voice on the phone was very unfamiliar, which made Grant somewhat suspicious of his identity.

But no matter how suspicious he was, in front of William Dever, he could only hand over the phone to the other party.

"William, I think it's time to tell me the list." Sitting in the secluded open space in Area 22, Li Zitao said with a chuckle while holding the phone.

"Well, the location." William Dever said briefly. Facing Grant's suspicious gaze, he couldn't help complaining in his heart, "Does this guy want to make it known to everyone?"

"Give it to any Chinese in District 22, and they will deliver it to me." After finishing the pun, Li Zitao hung up the phone directly.

Yes, he made the call to the police station on purpose. He just wanted to let everyone know that William Dever had a partner who was helping him eliminate all difficulties.

The old man always tells us that eggs should never be put in the same basket. Li Zitao needs to show his existence and strength.

Only by becoming indispensable can he sit safely in that position after the Italian Mafia is driven out of Chicago.

"Boss, some gangs have started to grab territory recently. The Zac Gang in the West District and the Devil Gang in Hebei have started a war." The monk, who has become a small boss, ran over and brought the latest news to Li Zitao.

"Is there anyone here to cause trouble?" Li Zitao didn't care about the Zac Gang or the Devil's Gang. He needed to teach the Capone Group a lesson again and let them know that what they were facing was not a group of good men and women.

"Yes." The monk raised his head and said, "Two blocks away, there is a small gang called Samode. They come here every month to collect protection fees... that's tomorrow."

"Oh?" Li Zitao raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Didn't you resist?"

"They have guns." The monk replied without hesitation.

"Now we've also robbed it." Li Zitao pointed to the python revolver on his waist and said with a smile: "You will lead the people tomorrow and give them a surprise!"

"Yes." Thinking that they had more than 90 Chicago typewriters in their hands, the monk raised his head and shouted excitedly.

"Li." Wang Dagou came over from a distance, and the monk turned and left.

"How's it going? Did you find the bullet?" Li Zitao looked at him and asked.

"I found it, but the other party wants twice the price." Wang Dagou looked a little ugly, these damn bastards were just taking advantage of the situation.

"Give them, buy all the bullets as soon as possible, I need them to practice their marksmanship quickly." Thinking of the terrible accuracy last night, Li Zitao felt that this money must be spent.

"Okay, then I will contact the other party now." Wang Dagou said and left.

Li Zitao just stood in the fence surrounded by wooden boards and plastic sheets, lowering his head as he walked, thinking about what to do next.

With the guns 'taken' from William Dever's estate, District 22 can serve as their base and make it his base in Chicago.

Not only because these compatriots make him feel close and safe, but also because all the people under his command are from families here.

Moreover, these compatriots may seem inconspicuous, but the small businesses they run are indispensable in life.

Neither whites nor blacks pay much attention to the yellow-skinned Chinese, because they only make the money they should earn honestly and pose no threat at all.

That is to say, these compatriots can always hear a lot of information revealed during conversations with guests, which is very important to Li Zitao now.

"Chinatown will attract more Chinese to live here, and then give them money to do business, which will radiate to the entire city of Chicago. By then, this will be a dense intelligence network." Thinking of S County and ramen that had spread all over the world in his previous life, Li Zi

Tao felt that this method was feasible.

"No, no, no, we can't just give them money, we should form a bundle of interests, join the franchise, hold shares, and tie all the families together to form a huge interest group.

As long as it continues to develop and grow, sooner or later, the United States will not be able to ignore the voice of the Chinese." Thinking of this, Li Zitao excitedly clenched his fists and waved forward.

"Huh?" As soon as he raised his head, he saw Bergman in the distance. She was standing there, walking back and forth undecidedly.

"Come here!" He hooked his hand at Bergman. When the other person came to his side, Li Zitao said, "Let's go for a walk and ask whatever you want!"

"Um...can I leave?" Bergman's tone was a little complicated.

Although the other party had once brutally ravaged her, looking back on the situation at that time, it was inevitable that Li Zitao would overthink it.

After all, she had just escaped to the manor when a group of gunmen followed her. If it were her, she would inevitably wonder if there was any connection.

"You want to leave? It's not peaceful outside right now." A large number of police raids, the mafia hides its identity and roams the streets, and small gangs fight for territory.

The homeless people in the city, newsstands, and even some police officers are the informants of the Capone Group.

Since this woman was targeted by McGurn, Li Zitao didn't know if she would be able to arrive at the airport or station safely and leave smoothly.

"...Do they treat federal laws like shit?" After hearing Li Zitao's analysis, even Bergman, who had received a good education since childhood, couldn't help but swear.

"Law, in this country, is just a tool for the rich to play with," Li Zitao said without mercy.

"So, can you please help me leave?" The more he listened to Bergman, the more dangerous this place became, and he even had the idea of ​​"never coming to the United States again."

If Li Zitao knew that in his previous life Bergman was a famous Hollywood actress and was even said to be the only one who could rival the beauty of Audrey Hepburn, but now he was so frightened that he didn’t want to set foot in the United States again, I wonder if he would Be proud of yourself.

"Wait a minute, I have a lot to do in the past two days." Li Zitao stopped and sat on the land with only sparse green grass, leaning back with his hands and looking up at the sky.

"Are you... also a Mafia?" From leaving the manor to now, Bergman heard a lot of conversations and knew the identities of the gunmen last night.

"No." Li Zitao's decisive voice made Bergman breathe a sigh of relief, but then her heart began to rise again.

Because Li Zitao looked at her with a smile and said: "I want to do serious business, for example... arms?"

"Why do you have to fight and kill?" Although he was afraid of Li Zitao and the incident of pulling his hair last night was still fresh in his mind, Bergman still wanted to ask him why he wanted to be a villain.

"Because if you want to live here and live a more exciting life, you can only do it if you master enough power, a power that makes people afraid." Li Zitao said with firm eyes.

"You can use other methods, such as doing business or working hard." Bergman suggested enthusiastically.

"Work? Business?" Li Zitao looked at her like an alien, pointed at himself and said, "Do you think people with my skin color can get fair treatment?"

Even if it is possible, how many years will it take?

It took more than 150 years for black people in the previous life to completely eliminate the discrimination against them by white people, even though a black president was born there.

Think about what black people have paid for this, long-term exploitation and oppression, strange looks, abuse, working the lowest jobs, living in the most chaotic neighborhoods, and risking their lives at any time.

If you want to live with dignity here, you must have weapons in your own hands. The Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882 and the discrimination against black people today are not enough to prove all this?

However, people currently hate black people more than Chinese people because they are swarming in from the south like locusts.

Only white people should be eligible to receive their jobs, houses, medical care, welfare, and even relief funds, while black people should just wait to die.

Generally speaking, when anyone usurps the interests of white people and threatens them, then there will be corresponding targeting and hatred.

Li Zitao couldn't wait that long, and he didn't want those experiences to happen to him or even his descendants.

It is said that if he is still a low-level worker, it is unknown whether he will be able to find a wife or reproduce in the future.

There are three types of unfilial piety, the greatest is not having children. Li Zitao found another motivation for himself to work hard.

Although the salted fish is very salty, I still want to turn over and bask in the sun occasionally.
Chapter completed!