Chapter 4 Change of Mindset

After the initial panic, after the first murder, Li Zitao seemed to have released the beast in his heart, and suddenly felt that the world was no longer so frightening, but instead represented infinite possibilities.

"Since being reborn in this era, why don't I seize the opportunity and become a trend-setter of the era? Do I still want to be an otaku after reliving my whole life?"

Besides, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be an otaku. If he were to work as a black worker, he would not be able to afford it until he died.

"Brother Big Dog, are there many Chinese in America now?" Li Zitao asked curiously as he walked on the endless plain.

"I don't know, I only know that there are quite a few in our town. As for other places, I haven't been there." Wang Dagou said a little embarrassedly.

"Then do you know where the nearest city is?" Li Zitao asked again.

"Chicago, we're going there now." Wang Dagou pointed to the front and said, this was the only direction he knew apart from the town.

Jack Chen once told him many times that when he made enough money, he would go to Chicago to live a human life, and never come back here to be a dog again.

Thinking of Jack Chen, Wang Dagou couldn't help feeling a little sad. He didn't feel angry, nor did he feel guilty about his death.

It's not easy for everyone here to make a living. Even many white people may shoot and kill for a few tens of cents, let alone a Chinese who doesn't even have an identity.

"Chicago." When Li Zitao heard the name of Chicago, the first thing that came to his mind was the May 1st International Labor Day. On May 1, 1886, hundreds of thousands of workers in Chicago went on strike for an eight-hour working day and won a huge victory. This is the origin of Labor Day.

In addition, he also knows one person about Chicago, the king of Chicago, Capone.

If I recall correctly, the Valentine's Day massacre of 1929 put Capone on duty in Atlantic City, the highest meeting of the nation's mafia chiefs, most of whom agreed to kill Capone as a way to deflect public anger and the government's sight.

Then came his cousin, (of course, the two were not related by blood, just a close name) the founding head of Las Vegas, who helped him by Charlie Luciano, who organized the Mafia in the future, and now He should have been squatting in a Philadelphia jail to escape the public eye.

At present, the Italian gang led by Capone should be hiding in a small town called Cicero, remotely commanding the criminal enterprise in Chicago.

These are the information he found on the Internet after watching the Atlantic Empire, otherwise Li Zitao would not remember it so clearly.

In the future, Charlie Luciano will unify the 24 Mafia factions in the United States, hold a national congress, elect national committee members, and deploy the overall action strategy of the Mafia.

Sounds ridiculous, but that's what Charlie Luciano has really done and done in history, ever since he was the true godfather of the American Mafia.

33 years to go, 3 years and 7 months to form the Mafia National Convention, Chicago is still under the remote command of his cousin, Scarface Capone, and the federal police and IRS teams are currently biting Chicago's The Italian Mafia will not let go.

All the backbones of the Italian Mafia are hiding in Cicero, and the mayor has no jurisdiction in Cicero, remotely commanding this huge criminal empire.

With the Valentine's Day Massacre, the Italian Mafia, which completely eradicated the Irish gangsters, can be said to be the one-handed in Chicago.

If you want to create a world here, it is still two foreign yellow people, the difficulty is no less than whimsical.

"Brother Big Dog, do you believe me?" Li Zitao suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Dagou with determination.

"I believe." Wang Dagou nodded and said, he really believed in Li Goudan, otherwise it would be impossible for him to escape from the factory together.

You must know that if he only takes the initiative to knock Li Zitao to the ground and give it to those white people to vent his anger, even if he can't get rid of all the ties, with his strength, no one will dare to provoke him.

But he didn't even think about it, so he ran away with Li Zitao. In his heart, he had long regarded this weak little guy as his own younger brother.

In the huge America, if there is not even a fellow countryman who depends on each other, Wang Dagou does not know if he can persist in living.

"Then let's work together and make a career in Chicago." Li Zitao stretched out his hand and said firmly, but he touched the pistol around his waist.

Because he knew that what he wanted was inseparable from violence and bloodshed, and the gun in his hand was the most advantageous weapon.

"Okay, the two of us are going to make a foray in this white-skinned ghost country. It's better to go begging, haha..." Seeing that Li Zitao seemed to have changed his appearance, Wang Dagou smiled very happily.

He has always thought that this kid is very smart. His eyes rolled when he heard something before. Now, it is time to verify his guess.

After walking for a long time, the two finally saw the bustling Chicago. At this time, Chicago was still a wasteland in the suburbs. The four-wheeled carriage ran over it, bringing up the sky, and the muddy road with potholes was no different from the countryside.

After crossing the suburbs, the ground turns into a smooth asphalt road, cars drive on the street, ladies wear loose dresses, wavy skirts waving in the wind, elegant and delicate little hats on their heads, smiling Go forward.

Men wear coats and top hats with slightly upturned brim, showing their unique charm under the three-dimensional featureless features.

The bustling store, everyone's face is full of smiles, all this makes the two feel excited and novel.

I have to say that Chicago in the late 1920s was no less than the second-tier cities in the world after that, with high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and a bustling scene.

Located in the heart of the United States and enjoying convenient water and land transportation, Chicago is a real city of hope. Since 1848, after the completion of the Michigan Canal connecting the Great Lakes region and the Mississippi River system and the railway running through the east and west, Chicago has become the land and water transportation of the United States. The hub is also known as the artery of America.

"Chicago, I'm here." With open arms, Li Zitao closed his eyes in intoxication, as if seeing the day he ascended the throne.

At this moment, the last trace of hesitation and hesitation in his heart disappeared completely, and the breeding ambition was like a virus.

At the same time, the power that kept emerging in his body made him truly realize that his body had become different.

If it was Li Goudan's body, let alone walking to Chicago, or even going to the town, you would be exhausted and out of breath.

But Li Zitao is getting more and more energetic now. On the way, he tried to lift his foot and step on the ground hard, but he left footprints 3 cm deep on the ground, and he only used half of his strength.

"Goudan, what should we do now?" Looking at the unfamiliar street and facing countless strange eyes, Wang Dagou asked in a daze.

He was still calm in a familiar place before, but when he arrived in an unfamiliar Chicago, he was inevitably a little timid.

"Big dog, don't worry, we're going to meet someone first. Besides, I changed my name, Li Zitao, the English name is Charlie Li, you should have an English name too." Li Zitao looked at him calmly. said.

"Okay! Then I'll call Jack Wang." Wang Dagou, who was too lazy to think about it, directly chose the name of Jack, the rotten street. He didn't know if it had anything to do with Jack Chen who died before.

Li Zitao doesn't know any industry, nor is he a genius. He is just an ordinary fat man. If he wants to do business, the first thing he can think of is to open restaurants and shops.

But he also knew that with just the two of them, it was an extravagant hope to open a shop honestly in a white-supremacist world and live a stable life.

Endless protection fees, chaotic current situation, will eventually force them to a dead end.

So the moment he set foot on Chicago soil, Li Zitao said to himself in his heart: 'I want to be the king behind the scenes in Chicago, everything in this city is mine. ’

Very middle-school, and very arrogant, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as whimsical and ignorant.

But people must have dreams after all, otherwise there is no difference with salted fish. If they want to be looked up to, Li Zitao can only fight for his life.

"As long as you don't die, you will come out eventually." Li Zitao wanted to see what kind of future his bad life could make.

I found a cheap hotel in the alley and stayed in a cheap hotel. Within 20 minutes, I remembered a knock at the door.

"Hey...Oh, damn, it turns out to be a yellow-skinned kind." The street girl at the door was still smiling, but when she saw Li Zitao's appearance, her face changed immediately.

At this time, the only people of the yellow race were Huaguo and RB, and those who would choose such a cheap hotel in a slum area could only be the stingy Huaguo.

These guys would rather keep their cash in mold than pull it out and have a good night.

"Bichi, if you don't want to die, crawling in obediently." He pulled out the pistol behind his back, and Li Zitao shoved it into her feces-spraying mouth with a stern face.

"Wuuu-" The street girl who was still disgusted just now immediately persuaded her, widened her eyes, and walked in obediently with her hands raised, her legs in torn stockings shaking non-stop.

"Kneel down." Li Zitao almost didn't spit out the other party's dark circles under his eyes, his sunken facial features, his teeth and mouth that looked like rust.

"Now, shut your mouth obediently, I ask, you answer, if you scream, bang..." Li Zitao sat on the bed with satisfaction when he saw the other person closing his eyes and nodding.

"Where is the Chinese neighborhood in Chicago?" Li Zitao asked.

"Yes, in the twenty-second block." The street girl desperately recalled that it was too easy to be ignored, and even black people rarely went there.

If it wasn't for her passing by by chance, she would never have known this.

"Who is the current mayor?" Li Zitao asked again, breathing a little nervously.

"William, William Dever." Hearing this name, Li Zitao's eyes instantly lit up.

"Italian mafia, who is staying here now?" Li Zitao asked blankly after calming down.

At the same time, his right hand on his lap was raised, and the muzzle that had just dropped was re-aimed at the head of the street girl.

"I...I don't know, I really don't know, don't kill me..." The other party fell to the ground tremblingly, and a burst of anger appeared in the trembling, and he was actually scared to pee.