Chapter 18 The Last Trouble

"You mean get rid of Joe?" Paul frowned. Joe had more people under him than him, and his methods were more cruel than him. Paul didn't think it was a good idea.

Although he had thought about it before, it was only for thinking about it! !

Joe is a nickname, and his full name is 'Tony Alcado,' when Li Zitao met William Dever for the first time, he was one of the names mentioned.

But if he wants to convince Joe, the hope is even slimmer. As Capone's most trusted personal bodyguard, it can be said that he is the most loyal to Capone.

If he dared to show any thoughts of betrayal, the first thing he wanted to kill was this loyal bodyguard, the Capone dog called Batter Joe.

The reason why he is called "hitter," is because he always likes to take out the enemy with a baseball bat.

"Of course, but it's up to you." Li Zitao relaxed his muscles and let his body sink deeply into the soft velvet sofa, "I will help you with human hands."

"How many people?" Joe is not so easy to deal with, especially when the other party is already vigilant.

Li Zitao killed Frank and McGurn one after another, making both of them feel an urgent sense of crisis, and the protective force around them has been strengthened a lot.

There are more than 80 bodyguards inside and outside this private villa alone. It is precisely because of this that Paul can sit here and talk calmly with Li Zitao, who broke in silently and did not disturb anyone.

He is very afraid of the ability shown by the opponent. If the opponent did not want to use his power to integrate and inherit Capone's power, he might have lost his life in his sleep.

Judging from the two successive contacts, it is not difficult for him to do this.

As soon as he thought of this possibility, Paul felt a chill in his neck, and couldn't help touching his own neck with his hand to make sure it was still on his shoulder.

"100 people. You are in charge of weapons and ammunition. There is also a very strong expert. I know Joe is good." Before coming, Li Zitao had already made up his mind. On the one hand, it is also to show strength.

If he wants to receive the 'inheritance' left by Capone, he can't rely on his own strength alone. He can frighten Paul Enka, but he has no time to frighten the little bosses below one by one.

"Yes, when will your people arrive?" Paul Enka was not a kind person, and since he had decided to betray, the sooner the better.

Papa Johnny and Luciano are trying to rescue Capone. Although the chances are slim, he is still a little uneasy.

As long as Capone loses his last value and support, Johnny and Luciano will not work hard for him.

The reality is always cruel. Without the power to control Chicago, Capone is nothing more than a violent mad dog who bites anyone.

"At any time." His people are in the 22nd district, and they can gather immediately with an order from Li Zitao.

"Tomorrow night, let your people arrive..." Paul Rica's eyes flickered with a frightening cold light, and he said his plan word by word.

Seeing the determination and madness in his eyes, Li Zitao smiled and nodded after hearing the plan, "Then see you tomorrow night."

Watching him step by step towards the back door, countless thoughts flashed through Paul's mind, but until 5 minutes later, he did not hear any noise or gunshots, which made him sigh weakly, and leaned on the sofa in a daze Sitting on the backrest until dawn.

"Sir." The butler and the servant got up early in the morning before dawn, but when they saw Paul sitting on the sofa in a daze with a haggard look, the startled butler hurried forward.

"Go get ready! I'll take a shower first, and get Joe's call at 8 o'clock, invite him to Hans Bar at night, and say that I have something I want to talk to him about." Paul blinked his eyes with a distracted look. to regain focus,

After talking to the butler, he went upstairs.

He knew that as long as today passed, his name would be associated with a traitor, but when facing that mysterious Asian Ji, the deep sense of powerlessness and inexplicable oppression made him dare not go against him at all.

Especially after what happened last night, no matter when the other party came or left, he didn't alarm the subordinates and hounds outside, 'Oh, this is really a sad story. '

Paul didn't know whether to blame his subordinates for being so useless that they couldn't even find others breaking into the villa, or to blame Li Zitao for being too perverted.

After taking a bath, Paul's drowsy mind calmed down again.

After breakfast, he went to Hans Bar as usual, which was his office in Chicago and also his new headquarters.

After dealing with the business troubles, and solving the gangsters who recently took advantage of the chaos and wanted to snatch the territory, it was time for dinner before they knew it.

Thinking of the agreement with Li Zitao, Paul stood up and said, "Blair, bring someone with me."

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On the block behind Hans' Bar, in two empty rooms, crates of brand new Chicago typewriters were handed out, and teams of 100 were scattered in the shadows around the house, waiting for the signal to attack.

In the car on the street, Wang Dagou was sitting in the passenger seat, smoking cigarettes one after another. Thinking of tonight's big scene, he was both excited and nervous.

"Would you like a cigar?" The driver in the car was Blair. Seeing Wang Dagou smoking one after another, he also became addicted to cigarettes.

But compared to cigarettes, he prefers cigars, because smoking cigars will show more status and face, at least Blair thinks so.

"No." Waving the Pirate cigarette in his hand, Wang Dagou couldn't help recalling what Li Zitao said before.

"Cigars? That thing is made of worker's saliva. Are you sure you are smoking a cigar and not adding other people's saliva?" Li Zitao still knows a little about cigars, thanks to a senior cigar fan popular science.

Thinking of Li Zitao's disgusted expression when he said this, Wang Dagou lost interest in cigars. Who knows whether the person who wrapped this cigar was a man or a woman.

Drooling? Forget it anyway.

"It's almost time, why is there still no movement?" As time goes by, Wang Dagou's English level is improving linearly as he communicates with these guys like Samode every day.

"It should be soon, don't worry, what we are going to do tonight is a big deal." Blair took a puff of his cigar beautifully, and the smoke from Blair almost surrounded the entire carriage.

Embarrassed, he slapped it with his hands. Just as Blair opened the car door and was about to go outside to smoke, he saw a light flashing 3 times on the opposite window on the second floor.

"Ha, Jack, it's time for us to play." With the cigar still on the ground, Blair rolled it back and forth with his feet, and excitedly pulled out a Thompson machine gun from the back seat.

"Shh~~" whistled, the strong boys hiding in the shadows around the house, like hunters in the dark, bent their backs, holding a loaded machine gun in one hand, and silently groped towards the back of the bar.

"Who's there?" Jim, who was guarding the back door of the bar, threw away his cigarette, pointed his gun at the wooden fence, and looked warily at Jimmy beside him.

He is Joe's man, and the boss specifically told them to be extra careful tonight before he came. Paul might have other ideas, so Jim has not let down his vigilance.

Just now he seemed to see a shadow flashing past the wooden fence, but he was not sure, "Hey, Jimmy, did you see it just now?" Jim asked tentatively.

"What?" Jimmy looked forward blankly, as if he didn't know anything.

"I seemed to see something outside just now, how about we go and see?" Jim worriedly handed his back to him.

"Okay, but I think it should be a wild cat. There are a lot of stray cats here." Jimmy said indifferently, without even grasping the gun, hanging it casually on his chest.

His performance made Jim doubt whether his boss was thinking too much, but the moment he turned his head, a huge figure rushed towards him.

The last thing Jim saw was a fist that took up his entire view, and Jimmy's treacherous, mocking smile.

"Hey, buddy, you're so cool!" Jimmy gave a thumbs up and said to two big dogs as strong as himself.

"Look at him, if he wakes up, give him a kick, maybe tomorrow he will be one of us." Blair, who followed Wang Dagou, said with a smile.

"Of course, I will watch him. There are still many people up there." Jimmy pointed to the back door, signaling them to be more careful.

Wang Dagou stood sideways by the back door, and two gunmen squatted in front of the door, raising their guns to aim. The monk and Samode also led people to stand on both sides of the bar building.

The moment Wang Dagou opened the door with his hand, gunshots rang out, and the monk and Samode each rushed forward with 50 people, one left and one right.

"Gogogo, hurry up." Blair urged excitedly, people who didn't know thought he was going to rush up!

But this guy just kept yelling, how wretched and wretched his movements were, and kept hiding behind Wang Dagou's huge body, simply treating him as a meat shield.

Wang Dagou didn't mind either, Li Zitao had already told him the purpose of tonight, and later recruited these people and handed them all over to him for training. After today, he would have plenty of time to train this kid.

He clenched his fist ferociously, and his knuckles creaked under the pressure. Blair felt an inexplicable chill enveloped himself, couldn't help shrinking his neck, and looked around blankly.

"FK, Paul, how dare you betray Capone." There were only Paul and Joe in the room on the second floor.

At this moment, Paul was in a bit of a panic, being chased by Joe and running around the room, the bridge of his nose was split, and blood gushed out.

"Joe, you're going to die tonight, you can't get out." Although he couldn't handle Joe, who was a killer, Paul didn't dare to use weak words to stimulate him.

"FK, I'm going to beat the shit out of you, you damn bitch, I'm going to kill you, and then I'll fuck your lover, wait, you..." Joe kept swearing, Da Chang The legs kept stepping forward, trying to catch Paul who was running away like a monkey.

"What the hell, Blair the son of a bitch, why aren't you here yet?" Paul, who was being chased by Joe and rolled all over the floor, almost knelt down and begged for mercy, cursed in his heart.

In order to reassure the suspicious Joe, he agreed to let the opponent's subordinates search the body. Neither side had weapons or subordinates, and only the two of them were talking in the room.

Joe, who is very confident in his strength, agreed to this conversation. He believed that if Paul wanted to play tricks, he could kill him with his fists immediately.

The fact is that Paul is really about to be killed now. When Joe grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and clenched his fists to give him a full face, Paul really felt that he was dead.