Chapter 1,700 Carlo Gambino

In Atlantic City, Gambino is leaving the casino with his men.

"This damn place." Looking at this month's income in his hand, Gambino said angrily.

I think when he was still in the Magano family, even though he was just a small leader, he still made more every month than he does now.

Who knew that the idiot father and son, Parson and Ed, insisted on provoking the wrong people, and the entire family was wiped out overnight.

If I hadn't sensed something was wrong and ran quickly based on the situation, I wouldn't have known that I would have been sealed in the concrete pillar of that building to make a statue.

After two years in hiding, Gambino felt the time was right and the big shot stopped paying attention to them, so he reappeared in Atlantic City.

Relying on his own prestige in the Magano family, he gathered a group of people who escaped like him and were unwilling to live an ordinary life.

Also relying on previous relationships, he lived in Atlantic City, a decadent city that had declined, and opened a small casino to make a living.

This was once the domain of Nucky, the Godfather of the American Mafia, the promoter and founder of the Mafia Council, the great All-American Godfather.

It's a pity that he couldn't escape the fate of death in the end.

As for his successor, Johnny, he no longer pays attention to Atlantic City because the oil and water here is not what it used to be.

Besides, that unlucky guy is just a poor yes-man. He can't afford to offend anyone in the committee and can only be a puppet with his tail between his legs.

Compared with the living Johnny, the dead Nucky is more admired and missed.

After Prohibition was lifted, Vegas came into being. With legal licenses, new casinos and gameplay, and massive publicity, it immediately became the darling of gamblers and tourists.

After all, for gamblers, if they can have a legal and bright place to play, why do they have to go to an old and backward black shop where they have to worry about being caught all the time?

So this place was slowly abandoned, and now it has become the territory of the Genovese family, but they don't care about it.

He just casually handed it over to a little boss named Sidinov to take care of it. It happened that Gambino had a good relationship with him.

This is also the reason why he can open a small casino and operate it openly.

Although gambling is not legal here, it is still very easy for such a small business to hide its past.

But Gambino was not willing to give in. He just stayed here and lived on an income of hundreds or thousands of dollars a month.

For him, life now feels like humiliation.

Just as Gambino was thinking about it, he noticed someone standing in front of him. The boy next to him immediately took out a dagger and threatened: "Are you looking for death?"

"Carlo Gambino." The visitor looked at him calmly.

"Who are you?" Seeing the other party's demeanor, Carlo waved his hand and asked his younger brother to put the knife away.

"I'm here on behalf of someone else to give you a rare opportunity." The person said calmly.

"Oh?" Carlo grinned and said, "What kind of opportunity?"

He didn't take the other party's words seriously, thinking that some kind of self-righteous frog in the well had come to his door again.

However, the conditions given by the visitor this time were far beyond his expectations.

"How about going back to Vegas?" The visitor raised the corners of his mouth.

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Vegas, Caesars Palace.

Ariel was looking at the latest headlines, which read 'Seventeen dead in an unusually violent shooting in Hamilton, suspected of gang warfare...'

The photo below shows a car that overturned on the side of the road, with a close-up of Yare's body. The bleeding hole on his head is obvious.

Ariel put down the newspaper with a complicated look on her face, looked at Danny who was quiet beside her, and said, "Has Kolya gone to Atlantic City already?"

"It should be here now," Danny said, looking at the time.

"Do you think he can succeed?" Ariel seemed to be asking him, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's just the remnants of Magano. If you don't cooperate, you will die." Danny said calmly.

"You're right." Ariel took a deep breath, stood up and said, "If you can't use it for me, there's no point in living."

However, she doesn't plan to take matters into her own hands.

It just so happened that Geckert was causing trouble for him, so he told them about this matter. It was not their duty to clean up the small problems left by the Li family.

Two days later.

Standing on the land of Vegas again, Carlo Gambino felt as if he was in another world.

"I'm really back."

Seeing the lost look of the other party, Kolya showed a trace of disdain in his eyes and said with a smile: "Miss is already waiting for you, come with me."

Caesar's Palace, this is not Gambino's first time here.

But in the past, he could only play in the living room below the fifth floor, and he was not eligible to enter at all.

This time, he took the elevator all the way to the top floor.

Ding ding ding~

The clock struck, the elevator door was pushed open, and the bodyguards standing on both sides of the aisle were the first to catch Carlo's sight.

"These people are responsible for protecting the young lady, here." Kolya said casually and led him deeper into the corridor.

There are many doors in this corridor. Which room Ariel is in depends entirely on her mood that day. This is also a protective mechanism.

Therefore, when he saw Danny, Kolya stopped for sure.

"Miss, Carlo is here." Kolya knocked on the door and said softly.

"Come in!" Danny opened the door, and the two of them saw the young girl standing in front of the window looking into the distance.

Carlo's eyes were a little strange, and it seemed inappropriate to describe him as a young girl.

In fact, she looks to be about the same age as his granddaughter, who is already an old man in his destiny.

"Miss." Kolya called, pushed aside and waited quietly.

Seeing the other party's performance, Carlo did not dare to speak casually. He stood there and looked around with his peripheral vision uneasily.

The furnishings in the room are very luxurious, and every detail reflects the owner's strong financial resources.

The carpet underfoot must have been recently replaced, and its soft texture indicates that the owner has spent a lot of effort to tidy it up.

"Mr. Carlo Gambino." Ariel turned around and looked at this strange old man.

"Miss Ariel." Carlo smiled flatteringly.

Although he is old enough to be the other party's grandfather, he is completely different from the other party in terms of identity, status, wealth or power.

Whether he can stay in Vegas again and enter the center of power depends entirely on the mood of the other party.

Therefore, Carlo had to deal with it carefully and strive to satisfy the other party.

"Sit down!" Inviting him to sit down, Ariel pressed the bell on the table.

Someone soon brought various snacks, tea and coffee outside the door. These two were chosen by Carlo, and Ariel received a glass of juice herself.

"Mr. Carlo, I believe Kolya has told you the matter. I want to know if you can fulfill my request?" Ariel asked tiredly after sipping the juice.

She hasn't had a good rest these days. The sunshine is so warm today that it makes her feel lazy and can't lift her spirits.

Hearing Ariel's question, Carlo put down the coffee he had just picked up again, and asked with eager eyes: "If I can do it, is that really possible?"

"If you can do it, I guarantee it will be true." Ariel said.

Carlo's eyes flashed, and after thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly said: "Okay, I agree."