Chapter 8 Twenty-Two Blocks

At this moment, William Dever already regretted cooperating with the Chinese in front of him. The ruthlessness and ability displayed by the other party gave him a deep sense of crisis.

If William Dever knew that Li Zitao did everything last night alone, Wang Dagou's role was only to attract the attention of the gunman for a few seconds. I'm afraid he would raise the danger of Li Zitao to a new level in his heart.

A terrifying killer is sometimes even scarier than the mafia, because you never know when, where, and what gun he will use to end your life.

"What do you want?" William Dever said resignedly.

"A safe place to live, and other names and addresses." Li Zitao's voice was a bit cruel.

Now that he has embarked on this road, there is no turning back for him. Once caught by Capone's men, he will definitely die without a place to be buried.

Even with his immortality, he would be torn to shreds by successive Mafia members.

Now Li Zitao has no interest in paying attention to other things. The first thing he has to do is to survive, especially when the two of them have less than 10 dollars left.

"Give me some time." William Deverqiang said, holding up his spirits.

But when he thought of Frank's death, his nerves began to jump like a movement, which was really exciting.

If this Li from China in front of him can really kill all the leaders under Capone, then...

Thinking of a bright future, William Dever couldn't help being excited about G.

"Then, I can arrange a car for me now. I need to find some subordinates and wait to receive Capone's site." Li Zitao confidently stated his plan in front of William.

"What are you going to do?" William Dever said cautiously.

"It won't be too late to talk about this until I master the entire underground forces in Chicago." Li Zitao tapped his fingers on the table and said indifferently: "But I can guarantee that the future of Chicago will be very peaceful. After all, we are friends, not ?"

Seeing Li Zitao's bright smile, William Dever smiled in silence, stood up and said, "Yes, we are friends."

Taking the $2,000 funded by William Dever, in order to borrow the money, Li Zitao promised to return it ten times to the greedy mayor after he seized Capone's territory.

To harvest the fruit, you need to plant the seeds into the soil first. William Dever and Li Zitao are both fruit farmers now, but they are both buds that have just entered the soil, waiting for the day of harvest.

"Sure enough, history is all a lie, what an honest mayor, bah!" whispered, Li Zitao took Wang Dagou out of the building, pressed the top hat on his head, and walked down the steps with his head lowered.

There was already a car arranged by William Dever, waiting for the two new owners.

"Go to Block 22." After getting into the car and closing the curtains, Li Zitao took off his hat and said.

"Sir, where is Block 22?" The driver blinked a little blankly.

Block 22, this almost transparent new Chinese neighborhood for Chicagoans, is simply impossible for them to remember in their minds.

However, with his familiarity with the road, the driver found the so-called 22nd block after going around in circles.

"Wait for us here." Li Zitao, who opened the car door and put on his top hat, looked around at the cars that seldom stopped here, allowing the curious Chinese people to stick their heads out to observe.

In a foreign country, the Chinese who are vigilant in their bones, even if they see the same robe, they are a little bit vigilant against the background of the car.

The environment here is not good, piles of rubbish can be seen everywhere, except for some messy rooms and simply dressed Chinese, there are only wild cats and wild dogs rummaging through the rubbish bins.

"Hello, can we chat?" Li Zitao walked towards a Chinese family beside him.

"You, hello, sir, do you need any help?" The other party looked at him nervously, and when he spoke, the arm holding his daughter tightened unnaturally.

"Don't be nervous, my name is Li Zitao, he is Wang Dagou, and we are also Chinese." Li Zitao showed a friendly smile.

Sitting casually on the ground, Li Zitao stretched out his hand and put it in his pocket. The family of three who had just relaxed immediately widened their eyes, and there was even a cold sweat on the forehead of the male host.

After seeing that Li Zitao took out a beautiful green knife instead of a loaded pistol, he sat down with relief.

"Here, little guy, it's a welcome gift." Li Zitao shoved the $5 knife in the little girl's hand, "May I know your name?"

The little girl looked back, and after her father nodded hesitantly, just like a frightened little squirrel, she grabbed the beautiful knife and whispered, "Yanyan, my name is Yanyan."

"Brother, can I trouble you to gather everyone here, I want to discuss some things with you, about making money." Maybe Li Zitao's friendly attitude played a role, or maybe it was the charm of the $5.

The other party thought about it, looked at his wife, stood up and waved to the surroundings, saying, "This gentleman is our compatriot, and he wants to bring us a lot of money."

At this time, there were still very few Chinese immigrants. There were no more than 2,000 people in Chicago, and about five or six hundred people lived in the 22nd block.

They work in laundromats, convenience stores, restaurants, housekeeping, etc. Most of them don't know hyphenation, let alone learn English.

For more than 10 minutes, the people at home gathered around, the inner three floors and the outer three floors were crowded with darkness.

"Everyone sit down, sit down and let's talk slowly." Li Zitao politely stretched out his hand and pressed forward a few times, and people sat on the ground casually.

"My name is Charlie Lee, you can call me Lee, I'm a recent immigrant to the United States, and now we need 100 young men who dare to fight and kill, and are willing to give their lives,

Those who are willing will pay $10 per family to settle down. If they become disabled or die in the future, they will pay $500 per person. In addition, I hereby assure you that,

As long as I live one day, the family members of these brothers are my family members.

If you can't do it, you, whoever you are, can point a gun at my head at any time, and destroy me, this unbelievable bastard. "

Li Zitao didn't say his real name, but used Charlie Lee to introduce himself. After all, he didn't know these people, so it's better to be careful.

As soon as Li Zitao's voice fell, the crowd around him became obviously agitated, whispering and discussing what he said.

$10 for settling in, disability or death, and $500 in compensation, in addition to supporting the elderly and providing for children to study, this is something they can't even think about.

In this community, less than 1 in 20 people can go to school.

Even so, the small part of the students who go to school is often bullied at school. Parents can only endure it, secretly holding their heads at night and being in pain under the quilt.

The last parent who went to the student's theory because of this incident is still in prison, and I heard that he has been tortured insane.

"Li, do you really have that much money?" A lean teenager stood up, and he could see that the other party was often engaged in rough work. There were scratches all over his arms, and the knuckles of his fingers were thick. Full of cocoons.

"This is the settling fee that I brought. I'm just afraid that you don't have enough people." A thick stack of Franklin was placed on the ground, and the surrounding people instantly let out a heavy gasp.

Just when everyone was about to be fascinated by the beautiful knife, Wang Dagou coughed lightly and lifted the corner of his coat, revealing the pistol on his waist.

The hand that unconsciously stretched out towards the beautiful knife seemed to touch the scorpion's poisonous sting, and quickly retracted it.

"I'm willing to go with you." The boy who asked the question just now raised his hand and said, followed through the crowd, looking at Li Zitao with bright eyes.

"This is yours, give the money to your family, I'll wait for you here." Li Zitao took out a $10 knife and gave it to the other party, smiling indifferently.

"And me, I'm also willing to go with you." Another teenager stood up, but he looked a little malnourished and skinny. Under Li Zitao's scrutiny, he hugged his body uncomfortably. , the bare right foot stepped on the left foot, and wiped it unconsciously.

"Come here!" Although the other party's physique is a bit poor, for Li Zitao now, the most important thing is to attract more people.

If he rejects the teenager, he is afraid that others will hesitate to retreat, so he is willing to take out the 10 dollars to let them stand firm.

"I."

"And I."

"I would too."

Sure enough, more people stood up, and the frequency became faster and faster. In the end, as long as there were young people around, basically all of them stood up.

Even in front of him, the middle-aged man who was the first to touch and hold the child stretched out his hand to look at him, and said with some uneasiness, "I'm willing too."

After the round, a total of 47 people were recruited, but Li Zitao did not leave like this, but waited for all the families who went to work during the day to come back.

At night, these people who have just returned home do not need Li Zitao to incite any more. Their relatives, neighbors, and family members become the best lobbyists.

Half of the 86 people are malnourished. It is a lot of money to replenish their bodies, but it is a good start.

"There are people who want to make money. You can introduce them to me. I will come here next week to select a group of people." Before leaving, Li Zitao said, waving the banknotes in his hand.

Sitting in the car, the car slowly slid forward, followed by 86 young men, of course, hungry young men with yellow muscles.

"How much does it cost to raise so many people?" Wang Dagou kept looking back in the car, his distressed face twitching.

"Brother Gou, I will leave these people to you. We must make them strong as soon as possible. Soon, we will have a fight with those bastards." Li Zitao's heart is full of urgent crises. sense.

"Okay, I'll put these guys into the rice bucket when I go back. If I don't eat them one by one, I'll point a gun at their heads." Wang Dagou said fiercely.

"Mr. William's residence, can we arrange so many people?" Thinking of where they were going now, Li Zitao hurriedly asked.

"Of course, that's the manor in the name of the Mayor's wife... But there may not be enough rooms."

The driver's proud smile instantly turned into embarrassment when he thought of the number 89.