Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty First Promotion and Fortune

The Ham Gang's influence in New York developed rapidly.

Rich and powerful, Hamm summoned a large number of men, equipped them with the best weapons, and loved to recruit desperadoes.

When Hamm first came to New York to develop, the other party saw that he was weak and wanted to take the opportunity to swallow his goods.

Hamm personally led his men to the door, killed the other party's henchmen and all his family members, and finally removed his head with a saw.

This incident caused a great sensation at the time, but because the other party was also a gang member, the police did not go to war.

Hamm was a smart man, he knew exactly who to mess with and who not to mess with.

As long as ordinary people are not involved in vendettas and struggles within gangs, the police will turn a blind eye.

As long as it doesn't make too much noise and cause public opinion, no one wants to take care of these shitty things.

In addition, the deaths of a few people rarely lead to police investigations, and no one cares about the life and death of those pigs.

The Chinese who appeared earlier looked rich and hired bodyguards, but in Ham's eyes they were just fat sheep.

And those bodyguards, "They went to work for the despicable yellow people, they are all a bunch of rubbish, I will personally defend the dignity of white people."

Hamm decided to investigate the origin of the other party first, and then come to the door to solve the other party once.

Reject the kindness and conditions from Hamm, only blood can pay for it.

He doesn't know any proverbs or principles. He only knows that when his fist is big, people will listen to his speech. This is the survival rule he has followed since he was a child.

It's just that Hamm didn't know that he really hit the iron plate this time.

"Boss, no one knows the other party's identity." The person who went out to inquire about the news came back with a look of bad luck.

They asked everyone they could, and the answer they got was that they didn't know.

There are also some people with flickering expressions, as if they know something, but no matter how much they ask each other, there is only one sentence; 'I don't know. '

"Help me pick up Gambino, I want to meet him." Hamm had a bad premonition with his keen sense of being on the streets for a long time.

The Gambino family has always wanted to intervene in his laundry detergent business, and Hamm decided to meet with the other party to find out what he said.

Hamm did not meet the head of the family, the legendary godfather of New York.

If Gambino hadn't become low-key due to the pressure from all sides, how could the Ham Gang have survived until now.

It was a small boss from Midtown who came to contact him on behalf of the Gambino family.

If the two parties reach an agreement, the person in charge of this business will receive Hamm.

But before that, they need to negotiate good terms and prices.

The contact was not very pleasant from the beginning, and Ham resisted the other party's domineering, condescending attitude and demanding demands.

He tried his best to control his right hand so as not to smash the cup hard on the opponent's face.

"What do you think, Hamm?" Seeing that he had been silent, the little boss asked his opinion.

"...I need time to think about it." After finishing speaking, he let go of his wine glass and asked casually, "Do you know any important people in West Midtown?"

"Why, do you want to vote?" the little boss asked jokingly.

"Ask casually, just curious, especially about minorities." Hamm said with a 'haha'.

The other party's expression froze for a moment, and his smile gradually faded and became serious: "The minority in West Midtown are not something you can provoke,

If you don't want your efforts to be turned into ashes, then put away your little thoughts. "

"Besides, we will reconsider our cooperation with you." The little boss did not wait for him to speak again, picked up the cigarettes and lighters on the table and left quickly.

He heard something different from Hamm's temptation and tone.

West Midtown...minority...

If it is what he thinks, the ghost will agree to cooperate with them.

As a local snake entrenched in New York, Gambino has more news than Hamm.

Soon they found out who owned the apartment occupied by the Ham gang. Li Zitao and Jonathan walked to the apartment a few days ago.

leave soon...

"Godfather, do you need to say hello to Ham?" asked the subordinate who heard the news.

"Leave him alone...he'll disappear soon anyway." The Gambino family is very clear about the behavior of the Ham gang and the methods of the gang.

To put it simply, the methods used by the outside gangs were passed down from their mafia. Could he not understand?

When Hamm inquired about the minority, he must have offended the other party.

That Chinese is not a generous person, especially when dealing with his enemy, who is also a laundry detergent seller.

In fact, as Gambino guessed, a gang from Los Angeles found Hamm and wanted to take a large amount of goods from him.

Moreover, the other party readily paid a 30% deposit in advance.

This made Ham feel the sincerity, and the amount of the business was too large, so he decided to go there in person.

Before leaving New York, Hamm told his men to continue scouting.

It's just that as soon as he left, his lair was taken away by the police, and those leaders who were called back by him to ensure safety during his departure were all arrested.

A fierce gun battle took place at the scene, and Hamm's most assured left and right hand was shot dead on the spot due to fierce resistance.

All this was happening while Hamm was in the van, heading to Los Angeles with enough cargo to close the deal.

In the living room occupying an entire floor, Li Zitao is entertaining a guest from Los Angeles, Stephen Mogg.

Los Angeles star, evil buster, crime killer.

"Stephen, I forgot to congratulate you." Li Zitao said and put a wooden box in front of him, "Congratulations on joining the FBI."

FBI, Chief of the Special Crimes Unit, Sergeant Stephen Mogg.

This sheriff has much more power than he used to. Even if he sees the local chief, the other party will call him 'sir. '

However, with the expansion of power, it is also coerced by the FBI, and it can no longer do whatever it wants and do things according to its own ideas as before.

"Thank you." Stephen picked up the box bluntly, opened it and found that it was a box of top-quality custom-made cigars.

There is only an engraving of a small mill on the surface of the box, and there is no logo on the cigars inside.

He immediately thought of what his sister Tia said; "The boss likes to use the best, no matter what, but these things look inconspicuous on the outside."

When he heard this sentence, Stephen silently added in his heart; 'Except for women. '

His women are all stunners, they are the focus of attention wherever they go, and it is difficult to keep a low profile.

"Has he already set off?" Li Zitao was smoking a cigar, puffing on the clouds.

The main reason for letting Stephen come this time is to celebrate his promotion and fortune, and the Ham Gang is nothing more than a small trouble.

"That's right." Stephen took out a cigar, took a deep puff comfortably after lighting himself, exhaled the smoke and said, "This cigar is great."

"Then you should save some smoking, it is very rare, even I don't have a spare." Li Zitao pointed to the box and smiled.

"After they enter Los Angeles, my people will trade with them and be discovered by the other party... Then there will be a shootout."

Then what will happen, it is already clear without Stephen saying that Hamm will stay in Los Angeles forever if he does mental calculations or not.

In the mass graves on the outskirts of the city, there will be a few more nameless corpses, like dust that cannot stir up any waves, quietly disappearing into this world.