Chapter 984: Only One Lives

"Go to the left, a little more to the left... OK."

In the Blue Flame Bar, a brand new door was hung up, and Wen Sen was leading the workers to work.

The interior decoration has been completed, Wen Sen recruited a few hot waiters, and handed over the finances to a short woman from Huaguo.

The accounts of the bar are easy to calculate. The important thing is to be honest and not play tricks.

The Chinese are notoriously honest, and Vincent knew each other well, so he gave it to her with confidence.

But there was something else he needed to do besides the bar's accounts.

The nominal business is a bar, but what Paul really wants is not the case. He is still in the business of smuggling alcohol.

Although Prohibition was lifted, the bootleg business didn't disappear. It's always more profitable not to pay taxes than to pay taxes, isn't it?

Alcohol is shipped from South America and Chicago to Canada, Europe, the Far East and East Asia by land and water.

The Blue Flame Bar is equivalent to a transit station, responsible for ensuring accounts, shipping and collecting money.

However, Tommy, not Vincent, is in charge for the time being, and he has not yet been recognized and trusted by Paul.

Knowing this, Vincent didn't care about it. Compared with marijuana and a few girls, smuggling alcohol is equivalent to a serious business in the chaotic area.

"Is everything ready?" Tommy, who didn't know what to do, came back, raised his waist and looked up at the door.

"It's opening tonight, do you want someone to celebrate?" Vincent asked what he meant.

"No, it's better to keep a low profile." Tommy said with a smile.

"Well, I believe that with these girls here, the business will not be too bad." Vincent said not very confidently.

In order to gain fame, the Blue Flame Bar imitated the "Playboy" style and asked the waiters to wear net stockings and white sailor suits.

The decoration in the bar also leans towards the Mediterranean style, with soft music and bar singing, giving people a different style.

If you want to have a business, you have to do something else.

"You should let them stand at the door." The neon lights of the bar were already on, but after waiting for half an hour without seeing a single customer, Tommy pointed at the door jokingly.

"They are waiters, not street girls." Wen Sen looked at him speechlessly.

"Hey, is anyone there?" A voice came, the door was pulled open, and the girl with a bob head asked; "I want to ask, is this place open?"

"Of course." Winking at the bored waiter with his head propped up at the table, Vincent enthusiastically took out a cup from the bar and said, "Would you like something to drink?"

At 11 o'clock at night, the Blue Flame Bar was already full of people, and the waiters in uniform and fishnet stockings shuttled through the crowd, causing a lot of whistles.

The number of girls is very small, and most of the people staying here are boys. The hot outfits make their blood boil, and they drink non-stop to suppress their impulses.

It's just that the more he drank, the hotter he became, and Vincent wanted to laugh out loud.

"Man, it seems that you are born for this." Tommy put his arm around Vincent's shoulders and looked towards the crowded bar.

"That's right." Vincent nodded with a big smile. Today is a good sign for him.

It would be perfect for him if the bar business was purely here, but unfortunately, Vincent quickly recognized the reality.

On the third day of the opening of the Blue Flame Bar, two strong men in jackets appeared in the bar.

The protection fee is 800 per week. Wen Sen couldn't believe it when he heard this figure.

With 800 dollars a week, what is the need for his bar to continue to open, is it a white job?

After clearly rejecting the other party, the cups on the table smashed directly into the wine cabinet, and the guests in the bar immediately ran out screaming.

No one wants to cause trouble, they just come to relax and have fun.

"Man, there's no need to do this." Vincent raised his hand and stepped back, signaling the other party not to get excited, and said to the waiter beside him; "Go find Tommy."

"No need? En?" The other party grinned and lifted his jacket, revealing the pistol pinned to his waist. "Now?"

"Ok, ok, I can give it to you, but there are not so many now,

We just opened. "Vincent shook his head quickly, indicating that he had no intention of resisting.

A hero doesn't suffer from the immediate disadvantages. If the other party is really angry and shoots, it will be of no benefit to anyone.

"Hand over everything in the cash drawer, now." Seeing that Vincent was scared, the other party proudly grabbed the gun in his hand.

"No problem." In order not to let the other party misunderstand, Wen Sen slowly opened the cash register so that the other party could see his actions clearly.

There was a stack of change and a lot of coins inside, which seemed to be about four or five hundred.

Vincent put the banknotes on the table first, and then said: "Man, I still need to buy goods, so leave the change to me?"

The two looked at each other and were about to say something when a call of 'Hey' came from behind.

The man with the gun glared and turned around. Before he could see who it was, he fell to the ground with a bang.

"M-FK, Tommy, what are you doing?" The gunshot shocked everyone, and several waiters even shrank to the corner, looking at this scene with fear on their faces.

"Don't, don't..." Tommy didn't say anything, just pointed the gun at the other person, who immediately raised his hands above his head and knelt down, begging non-stop.

"Get up." Going forward and pointing a gun at the other person's forehead, Tommy turned his head at Vincent and said, "Come with me."

"FK, you can't kill people in a bar, you'll get into trouble, I'm not a gangster, this is a legitimate business..."

Following Tommy, who pointed the gun at the man, came to the back alley, Vincent spoke angrily along the way.

"Hold the gun." Ignoring his complaints, Tommy came to the backyard and stuffed the gun into Vincent's hand.

"What? What are you going to do?" Vincent's heart trembled, with an ominous premonition.

"Shoot and kill him." Tommy said blankly.

"FK, FK, are you out of your mind? I won't kill people..." Vincent kept the gun on the ground, screaming with a face full of hell.

"I said, kill him." The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Vincent's temple, and Tommy's cold eyes did not look like he was joking.

"Dude, no, don't do this, I still have children..." Seeing Vincent pick up the gun again and hold it in his hand anxiously, the man kneeling on the ground cried and said.

"You heard, he still has a child." Vincent said in a hoarse voice with a bitter face.

When he was pointed at by a gun, the moisture in his throat seemed to evaporate in an instant, making it a bit painful for him to swallow his saliva.

"Really?" Tommy smiled and put down his hand, sarcastically: "Throw away the gun."

Vincent immediately dropped the gun from his hand as if it were a biting snake.

Tommy pointed the gun at the man on the ground and said, "You, pick it up."

The other party didn't know what Tommy wanted to do, hesitantly at a loss, a bullet hit his side, and he immediately picked up the gun quickly.

"Kill him, and you can go." Tommy pointed the muzzle in Vincent's direction, making him froze in place.

"Hey, it's not funny, don't, don't do it." Seeing the other party raising his hand and aiming at him without hesitation, Vincent smelled the breath of death.