The world begins with shameless people

Dawn breaks and the east becomes white.

Mickey and his crew traveled all night, left Chicago, and arrived at a wooden house in the wild mountains.

This wooden house is considered a hiding place for the Milkovich family. Over the past few years, whenever someone committed a crime, they would basically hide here.

Not far from the cabin, there is a small but very deep lake.

After getting off the car, Mickey, with red eyes, took a deep breath of the fresh air in the early morning. Then, he lit a cigarette and walked towards the lake.

The other Milkovichs saw it, looked at each other, and tacitly did not stop it, just doing what they were doing.

Arriving at the lake, Mickey lost himself in thought as he looked at the calm water.

After a long while, Mickey came back to his senses. He raised his hand and wiped his face hard, then lit a cigarette.

However, what happened more than ten hours ago was still playing extremely clearly in Mickey's mind.

Ten hours or so...

Some things have changed silently.

Mickey didn't even realize it yet, but he just inexplicably remembered every little thing about that bastard Terry...

I thought about this for a long time.

Mickey didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that maybe that bastard Terry really understood life and was right... In the South District, or even in this world, being polite to many people is being cruel to yourself.

If you're going to be ruthless, then be ruthless to the end. Don't be so fussy and don't try to get along with those barbarians in a civilized manner.

Barbarians are barbarians!

If the barbarians don't obey, beat them to death. If that doesn't work, just kill them!!!

At this point, Mickey thought of Skinny Mike again.

Ha ha.

Die.

There is no need to waste energy and time, just kill him and it will be all over.

Time passed quickly and it was already past eight in the morning.

Mickey took another deep breath and turned away from the lake, "Bring Palos' body here."

It didn't take long.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts... Mickey took action himself, chopping Palos into pieces with one cut after another.

The chopping lasted for a long time, and by the end, Mickey's whole body was stained with blood, but Mickey not only didn't care, but felt much more refreshed.

"Find some boxes and ice, pack them up, and send them to the bosses we haven't visited yet," Mickey smiled, threw away the knife, and said to the stunned Milkovichs.

Hear the words.

The Milkovichs were silent for a moment, then nodded one after another, "Okay."

at this time.

The phone rang, Mickey took it out and saw that it was Ding Xiu calling, so he pressed the answer button while walking to the side, "Yeah."

Ding Xiu had just sent Bianca to the hospital for work and was on his way to the restaurant, "How are you?"

Mickey pulled out his cigarettes, lit one, and took a long drag. "It's fine, same as always."

Ding Xiu knew Mickey very well, so he was not surprised by Mickey's reply. After thinking for a while, he said, "If there is anything I can help you with, just tell me."

"Okay, I haven't thought of it for now. I'll tell you when I do," Mickey said calmly.

"Yeah," Ding Xiu responded.

Soon, the call ended.

Mickey smoked a cigarette and called Svetlana again.

Svetlana naturally knew what happened to Mickey and his gang last night. When she saw Mickey calling, she immediately answered the call, "Mickey, are you okay?"

In a sense, Mickey can now be said to be Svetlana's cash cow, and Svetlana really doesn't want Mickey to disappear just like that.

"I'm fine," Mickey replied, "I need to stay out for a while, so I'll leave the reading and the wine business to you for now."

"Okay," Svetlana answered simply and clearly, without any nonsense.

Mickey hung up the phone without saying anything else.

The air in the mountains and forests is very good, the sun is shining, and the scenery is very nice.

Mickey wandered away with a cigarette in his mouth, thinking about the rest of his life.

****************

Chicago's South Side.

Such a big thing happened last night, almost all the police in the South District were dispatched... Naturally, many shameless people were chattering about it that day.

But that's all, no one really cares.

After all, what's there to worry about in a gang fight like this?

Therefore, as time went on in the evening, the heat of this incident obviously decreased.

In short, the shameless people returned to their previous state, doing what they had to do and then squandering their lives.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a week has passed.

This morning.

Ding Xiu came to the dilapidated retro building again.

After such a long time and spending a lot of money, at this moment, most of the tenants in the apartment have chosen to collect the money and terminate the lease...except for the last one.

The residents of this household are a middle-aged couple.

In Ding Xiu's opinion, this couple are pure scoundrels, even more shameless than Frank.

This pair of rogues were determined to get rich quickly, so they offered a sky-high price early on and refused to negotiate, refusing to leave unless their demands were met.

This is very fatal.

On the one hand, due to legal restrictions, he couldn't forcibly get rid of the scoundrel pair. On the other hand, under this situation, if the scoundrel pair suddenly died... Haha, no matter how stupid the police were, they would suspect him.

and so……

It is necessary to prevent this pair of scoundrels from dying suddenly.

How to do it?

Death from an overdose would be very appropriate.

Ding Xiu thought about it, smiled faintly, and then walked towards the apartment, deciding to give it one last try to get those two people to leave so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

It didn't take long.

"This is the last time. I won't come again. At worst, I'll wait until your lease expires," Ding Xiu said calmly.

Hear this.

"Fuck off!"

"We will never leave!"

"You damn rich man, don't try to bully us!"

"We'll fight you to the end!"

"..."

The rogue couple roared arrogantly.

Ding Xiu was too lazy to pay attention to it. She smiled and shook her head, turned around and left. She got in the car and called Mickey to ask him to arrange the matter.

A week has passed since the incident that night, and the limelight has basically passed. Although Mickey has not returned, some Milkovichs have quietly returned to the South District and have become active.

Therefore, doing this little thing is not a big problem.

A blink of an eye.

Three days passed.

The bodies of the rogue couple were found in a place where drug addicts gathered. When they were found, there were syringes stuck in their arms.

When the police arrived, they didn't pay much attention to this kind of situation because they were used to it. They just followed the procedure and did what they were supposed to do.

No one cared about the deaths of these two drug addicts... The reason was that there were too many drug addicts in the South Side of Chicago, and deaths from overdose were common, so what was there to care about?

*******************

More than a week passed.

It's approaching noon.

Mickey came back and drove directly to the Milkovich Security Company.

Life went on as usual. Of course, so many people died that night, and the police came several times afterwards, but they always returned empty-handed because... there was no evidence and no witnesses.

Even if we know that it was Mickey and his gang who did it, so what?

What's more, under Ding Xiu's arrangement, the [Milkovich] Security Company already had a very professional team of criminal lawyers.

These lawyers are really good and worth the money.

In short.

At noon.

Mickey returned to his office, sat down on a chair, lit a cigarette quite comfortably, and looked very calm.

After finishing a cigarette, Mickey didn't hesitate and started to make a phone call.

He will not make the same mistake again. To put it simply, he will not talk to the bosses of other streets in person, but only plan to notify them by phone.

Because of the 'gifts' given to the bosses before, the telephone notification went very smoothly.

This is normal. Everyone in the South District does these things just to make money. If they have to choose between losing 20% ​​of profits and losing their lives, of course, they have to choose life.

After all, only as long as you are alive can you have the opportunity to spend money.

Time flies.

Make all the calls you need to make.

Two results emerged. First, many bosses agreed to cooperate and behaved very politely. Second, the bosses who chose not to cooperate were either backed by the Baggio family or other families in Chicago. These bosses had firm attitudes and spoke in disdainful tones.

This is the end.

Relying on the huge funds secretly given by Ding Xiu and the madness of a group of Milkovichs, the Milkovich Security Company has officially taken over one-third of the southern region.

Next, we need to consolidate our territory and then proceed step by step... By the way, before that, the problem of reading the field must be solved.

After thinking about it, Mickey took out his cell phone and called Ding Xiu.

Xiuer Chinese Restaurant.

Ding Xiu, whose life had not changed much, was still busy in the kitchen preparing lunch. When she saw Mickey's call, she smiled and answered the call, "Mickey."

"I'm back," Mickey, who had indeed changed a lot in the past half month, said in the same tone as usual, with a bit of arrogance, "I plan to solve the problem of reading the field tonight."

"Okay," Ding Xiu said without further ado, "I found out that there are seven scammers in total. I'll send you the photos later."

"Well, okay," Mickey said without further ado, "So that's it? Do you have anything else to say?"

"No, come to the restaurant for dinner when you have time," Ding Xiu said with a smile.

"Okay," Mickey responded and hung up the phone. Then, he lit another cigarette, got up and walked out of the office. He called a few Milkovichs and went out together to the cemetery to see the tribesmen who died that night.

In the cemetery.

Mickey held a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the tombstone in front of him without saying a word. He just looked at it for a long time before moving to another tombstone.

This went on for more than an hour before Mickey left the cemetery with a gloomy face.

unconsciously.

Night falls.

The business of the underground reading hall is still very good, and it is still crowded and noisy.

Mickey walked in with a few Milkovichs, and then asked someone to quietly lock both the front and back doors and not let anyone out.

A few minutes later.

According to the photos provided by Ding Xiu, it was confirmed that three of the seven con men were here tonight... Although it was a bit regrettable that not all of them were here, it didn't matter.

Catch three first, and then catch the rest slowly, don't be in a hurry.

Mickey's eyes turned cold, and without hesitation or thought, he ordered his men to start arresting people with an indifferent look on his face.

The space here is relatively limited, so catching three people is not difficult at all.

A moment of effort.

The Milkovich gang acted quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, and caught all three con men.

The three con men had all heard about Palos’ incident and knew exactly what they had done, so now that they were caught, they were understandably panic-stricken and their bodies were shaking... One of them even nearly peed himself.

soon.

The three con men were forced by the Milkovichs to kneel in front of Mickey.

Mickey held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the three people with extremely cold eyes... They all lived in the South District, and Mickey had interactions with two of them.

To be precise, Terry had met two of them before, and Mickey had just met them before.

"I'll only say this once." As expected, everyone in the reading room focused their attention on this point. Mickey ignored them and said coldly, "Tell me what you did now, or you can leave here alive."

If it were in the past, these three con men would never have believed that Mickey would kill someone, and in front of so many people...

But now, haha, things have changed.

So, after hearing this, the three con men were so frightened that they started shaking and lost the courage to deny it.

The three con men were sent here by Skinny Mike to cheat and steal money. They did it for the money, not to lose their lives.

next second.

There's nothing wrong with it. Between money and life, the three con men all chose life.

"I confess! I cheated. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this. Skinny Mike asked me to do this. I had to do it..."

"Me too, I'm sorry, please forgive me this time, I won't dare to do it again..."

"I will return all the money to you, sorry, sorry..."

The words came out.

Wow~~~

The whole reading room immediately became noisy!

This is the South District, and this is a reading area.

How dare these three bastards cheat here!!!

The gamblers, especially the drug addicts who lost their money, could not stand this. They were immediately filled with indignation and started shouting in anger.

"F**K!!! He's cheating!!"

"Damn it! I was wondering why I kept losing money! Turns out you guys are the ones behind this!!"

"What the hell!"

"Kill them!!"

"..."

Along with these shouts, the three con men trembled even more violently, as if they were suffering from epilepsy. They were completely panicked and dared not say anything. They could only beg for mercy desperately.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pay you back, I'll pay you back..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. We are all from the South District. Please spare my life!"

"Mickey, Mickey, I can help you deal with Skinny Mike, please let me go..."

"..."

Mickey listened and watched, his expression did not change at all, he was still so indifferent, and said, "If you confess, I will let you leave here."

"But rules are rules. All three of you must leave five fingers behind."