American Manga Dimensional Trader

This gentleman, are you looking for me? In the luxurious box of the chicken farm, Joe, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, asked cautiously at Tony Wendis, who was holding two beauties in his arms.

That's right, it was Barbaro Joe, who had stolen Josie's car before, who was beaten in the alley outside when Tony came.

At this time, two days have passed since the deadline given by the mafia boss Scarpa.

In the past two days, Joe didn't actually do nothing at all.

It's planning to rob a bank.

Because this is the fastest way he can think of to raise money.

It's just that banks are really not that good guns.

The Great Depression is not that many years away.

The Chicago police, who have gone through the most chaotic period, are very well prepared in terms of force.

Although it is not necessary to use automatic weapons such as submachine guns, shotguns and rifles are basically equipped in every police car - you have seen John Nedep's public enemy, and you don't have four or five people to rob a bank. If there is not enough firepower, there is no corresponding car, it is simply courting death.

And not only the police, most bank security guards will also be equipped with shotguns.

Joe what? Nothing but an M1911.

Of course, cars can be stolen. He used to do this often to earn pocket money, and he was quite familiar with it.

But weapons and manpower are not enough. Good weapons must be bought with real money, and manpower must be reliable.

These are not ready in a short period of time, and require considerable time to prepare.

There are not many people who don't do any preparations and rush into the bank with a gun when their brains are hot, but 99% of the results are corpses on the street.

Joe's purpose is to grab money, not to die.

So it can't be done so quickly.

But today, he originally came to the West District to find a former friend, and wanted to ask him to work together.

It's just that he mentioned it, but the other party decisively refused, because the other party had just joined the Irish Gang and obtained a good fortune. Although it was not very profitable, the risk was small.

In this case, it is naturally impossible to go to the Qiao Gun Bank in a daze.

And very rudely drove Joe away.

In the past, when we were poor, we spent a while together on the street. It was not a big friendship, and naturally it would not give Joe much face.

Joe, who was rejected, was very frustrated and wandered aimlessly to this chicken farm.

With a fever in my head, I didn't care that I had no money in my pocket, so I wanted to come in and have some fun.

Since Qiao used to come to this gold-selling cave when he was occasionally rich, the doorman and the girl inside didn't even think of this guy's idea of ​​eating the overlord's meal.

Even using the excuse of going to the toilet after the incident, I almost let this guy run away.

Just as soon as he went out, he was blocked by a few of Scarpa's men... In order to prevent this guy from running away, Scarpa kept sending people to watch this guy.

And the stalker saw that he had entered the gold-selling cave, and thought that this guy got the money from that friend, and didn't want to pay back the money, so he came here smartly, so he called a few companions to block people.

As a result, I didn't think that this product was playing to avoid orders.

They didn't get the money, and they almost offended the Irish gang in this place.

Fortunately, the caretaker of this place, Brian, didn't mean to conflict with the Italians. He knew that the Italians were going to stare at this guy to get money, and Joe had already planned to rob the bank. Just pay back today's fees.

Otherwise, according to Brian's normal practice, don't break Joe's three legs, and don't want to expose it.

As for saying that if this product fails to rob a bank...does it need to be said?

Either die at the hands of the police or bank security.

Or die at the hands of the Italians.

No need for their Irish help.

It's just that although the pain of short limbs was avoided, the anger of a few Italians still had to be dissipated.

So Joe was dragged into the alley and beaten.

The result was seen by Tony Wendis who came here.

Then Joe was led by the waiter in front of this big man with an inexplicable face... Although Tony Wendis is just a tennis player, but thanks to the addition of Margot, a high-class daughter of her husband, he For ordinary gangsters, it is indeed a big man, not to mention a street scoundrel like Joe.

Baby, you go out first, this gentleman and I have something to talk about. After looking at Joe up and down, Tony Wendis waved to the two beauties beside him.

The two women met in an instant, rubbed provocatively on Tony Wendis's body, and then left the box obediently.

Sit down, have something to drink? Tony Wendis, waving his hand, let Joe sit down.

“威士忌就行。”乔看着托尼·温迪斯面前的威士忌，舔了舔嘴唇道，挨了一顿胖揍，他亟需喝一杯威士忌止疼。

Tony Wendis nodded, took the bottle in front of him and gave Joe a drink.

I heard that you owe a lot of money? Tony Wendis asked after Joe took a sip.

Yes, sir, Joe answered cautiously, putting down his glass.

How much do you owe? Tony Wendis asked again.

Four thousand dollars. Joe replied simply, this is not a secret, there is nothing to say.

Four thousand dollars... heh, want to make money? A lot of money! Tony Wendis asked with a smile.

Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean... Joe blinked, a little confused about the number of paths in front of him, but there is no doubt that there is no chance of a pie in the sky.

You just have to answer me if you want to make this money or not, Tony Wendis said.

But sir, I have to know what you want me to do! Joe couldn't help asking.

Joe Barbaro, I know about you, and if you can't pay within a week, the mafia won't let you go, and I even know that you're planning to rob a bank. Tony Wen You need money badly, Diess said.

...Then, sir, then you should also know that sometimes the proceeds of kidnapping are no less than robbing a bank! Qiao didn't like the look of the other party's aloofness, and threatened a little unhappily.

Oh? Is it? That's probably going to disappoint you. I don't have any relatives except my wife, and my relationship with my wife is pretty bad to be honest, so even if you kidnap me, you won't be able to get it. Money, and Brian and I have a pretty good relationship, what do you think even if you kidnap me and get the money, how likely is it to spend it? Tony Wendis said, ignoring Joe's threat.

...Assuming what you said makes sense, then sir, what do you want me to do? How much is the large sum of money you said? Joe said a little discouraged.

Ten thousand dollars! Tony Wendis said word by word when he saw that the atmosphere was almost there.

How much? Joe raised his head suddenly, a little surprised.

Ten thousand, Tony Wendis repeated again.

done! Joe made a decision immediately.

Ten thousand dollars is not a small number.

You must know that the professional killers of the Mafia during this period generally cost between 2,000 and 4,000 per order.

Although I still don't know what Tony Wendis wants him to do, but if Joe wants to come, how serious can he be more serious than murder?