Chapter 11 Idealism

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

William Deve personally rushed to the Chicago Police Department, sat opposite the police chief, and calmly watched him issue orders.

From this moment on, he and the Capone Group have completely torn their faces, and the other party's action last night was to tear off the last layer of fig leaf.

No one in Chicago did not know that it was his estate, left by his wife, Mrs. Dever's father, and one of his most beloved estates.

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

"Are these bastards really going to do the right thing with the federation?" As a politician, when in danger, he must immediately put himself in position.

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

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

For officials in the United States, this is a set they have already played with.

If the Capone Group is really going crazy, then William Dever will probably go to HSD in person to express the anger of all the people of Chicago at federal inaction.

As for whether the people are willing to be represented by him? Fuck you, I'm the mayor.

"Hello." Looking at Lord Mayor, who was like a sculpture, taciturn, and stared at him, Director Grant Foster 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, making Grant a little suspicious of his identity.

But no matter how he doubted it, 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 a secluded space in District 22, Li Zitao said with a chuckle while carrying the phone.

"Well, location." William Dever said briefly, facing Grant's suspicious eyes, and couldn't help but complain, "Is this guy trying to make everyone known?"

"District 22, give it to any Chinese, and they will deliver it to me." After saying a pun, Li Zitao directly hung up the phone.

That's right, he called the police on purpose, he just wanted to let everyone know that William Dever had a partner who was doing everything for him.

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

Only when he becomes indispensable will he be able to sit comfortably in that position after the Italian Mafia is driven out of Chicago.

"Boss, some gangs have started to grab territory recently. The Zack Gang in the West District and the Devil Gang in HB have already started a war." The monk who had become a small leader ran over and brought the latest news to Li Zitao.

"Is there anyone here to make trouble?" Li Zitao didn't care about the Zack Gang and the Devil Gang. He needed to teach the Capone Group a lesson again, and let them know that they were not dealing with a group of good men and women.

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

"Oh?" Li Zitao raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Did you not resist?"

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

"Now we have it too." Li Zitao pointed to the python revolver at his waist, and said with a smile, "You will bring people tomorrow and give them a surprise!"

"Yes." Thinking of the more than 90 Chicago typewriters in their hands, the monk shouted excitedly.

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

"How? 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's face was a little ugly, these damn bastards were just taking advantage of the fire.

"Give them, buy all the bullets as soon as possible, I need them to hurry up and practice marksmanship." Thinking of last night's appalling shot, Li Zitao felt that the money must be spent.

"Okay, then I'll go get in touch with the other party now." Wang Dagou left.

Li Zitao just stood in the fence with wooden boards and plastic sheets on all sides, bowing his head as he walked, thinking about what to do next.

With the gun 'taken' from William Dever estate, District 22 could serve as their base camp, making it his Chicago roots.

Not only because these compatriots made him feel close and safe, but also because all of his people now come from families here.

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

Regardless of whether they are white or black, they don't pay much attention to the yellow-skinned Chinese, because they will only earn the money they should earn honestly, and there is no threat at all.

That is, these compatriots can always hear the information exposed by many guests when they talk, which is very important to Li Zitao now.

"Chinatown, attract more Chinese to live here, and then give them money to do business, and radiate to the whole city of Chicago. At that time, this will be a dense network of intelligence." Thinking of the S County and Ramen that opened all over the world in the past life, Li Zi Tao felt that this approach was feasible.

"No no no, you can't just give them money, you should form a bundle of interests, join, take shares, and bind all families together, which is a huge interest group,

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

"Well?" As soon as he looked up, he saw Bergman in the distance. She was standing there at the moment, walking around uncertainly.

"Come here!" He hooked at Bergman, and when the other party came to his side, Li Zitao said, "Let's walk together, just ask whatever you want!"

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

Although the other party had brutally tormented her, but looking back on the situation at that time, it was inevitable that Li Zitao would think more.

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

"You want to leave? It's not very peaceful outside." A large number of police searched, the mafia roamed the streets hiding their identities, and small gangs competed for territory.

Homeless people in the city, newsstands, and even a part of the police are the eyes of the Capone Group.

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

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

"The law, in this country, is nothing but a tool for the rich to play with." Li Zitao said mercilessly.

"Then, can you please help me leave?" The more Bergman heard, the more dangerous this place felt, and he even had the idea of ​​'never come to America again. ’

If Li Zitao were to know that Bergman was a famous Hollywood actress in his previous life, and was even known as the only beauty that could rival Audrey Hepburn, but now he was so frightened that he didn't want to step into the United States again. Will be proud of myself.

"Wait, I have a lot of things to do these two days." Li Zitao stopped and sat on the ground with only sparse green grass.

"Are you... are you also a mafia?" From the time he left the manor to the present, Bergman had heard a lot of conversations and knew the identities of those gunmen last night.

"No." Li Zitao's decisive voice made Bergman heave a sigh of relief, but then her heart rose again.

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

"Why do you have to fight and kill?" Although he was terrified of Li Zitao, and he still remembered the incident of pulling his hair last night, 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 have enough power, a power that makes people dread." Li Zitao said with a firm look.

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

"Work? Business?" Looking at her with the eyes of an alien, Li Zitao pointed at himself and said, "Do you think people with skin color like me can be treated fairly?"

Even if it could, how many years would it take?

It took black people in the previous life for more than 150 years, and the discrimination against them by white people has not been completely eliminated, even if a black president has been born there.

Think about what black people have paid for this, the long-term exploitation and oppression, the strange eyes, the abuse, the lowest job, living in the most chaotic neighborhood, and risking your life at any time.

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

But at present, compared with the Chinese, people hate black people more because they are swarming from the south like locusts.

Occupying their jobs, houses, medical care, benefits, and even benefits should only be eligible for white people, while black people should just wait until they die.

In general, when anyone encroaches on the interests of white people and threatens them, then targeting and hatred ensues accordingly.

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

In other words, if he is still a low-level worker, whether he can find a wife and reproduce in the future is unknown.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and it is great to have no descendants. Li Zitao has found a motivation for himself to work hard.

Although the salted fish is very salty, occasionally I want to turn over and bask in the sun on a different side.

As for idealists like Bergman, they just need to live in their utopia, and wait until the day of their dreams, hoping that they can withstand the cruelty and bloodshed of reality.