Chapter 2607 The Power of Capital

The Marquez family originated in Sicily.

Immigrated to the United States in the 1920s.

Then he took root here and relied on primitive bloody accumulation to obtain his first fortune.

Prohibition in the United States gave them the opportunity to rise.

In fact, most of the reason for the rampant mafia in the United States today is the prohibition of alcohol.

Most mafia gangs thrive on illicit alcoholic beverages.

During that era of Prohibition, it was also the era when the Mafia was at its most rampant.

How rampant is it? The judge was shot to death in broad daylight directly outside the court door.

The gunman did not receive any sanctions later, but instead received a biography.

And regard this as his brilliant achievement.

If we say that today's old and American political arena is controlled by capitalists.

Well, in the past, the political arena in the United States was controlled by the mafia.

Although the United States has cleared up chaos on a large scale several times.

But to this day, the Mafia problem in Lao America has still not been resolved.

Because the mafia has been deeply rooted in society.

Of course, in the 1960s and 1970s.

There are also a group of sober families who know that this road cannot go all the way to darkness.

These families are dedicated to clearing the family name.

Such is the case with the Marks family.

Jane Funkle's father took over the family in this situation.

However, it is limited by the vision and reputation of the previous generation.

So Jane Funkle's father did not achieve much.

However, he laid a very good foundation for Jane Funkel.

Jane Funkel is a representative of the descendants of the Mafia in the new era.

"Father, I want to know why. I have brought the family out of the quagmire, but your decision has plunged the family into the quagmire again. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, then I will probably correct you personally. Wrong." Jane Funkel's tone was as calm as possible.

But the suppressed anger and confusion could still be heard in her voice.

After being silent for a while, the old Max on the other end of the phone said in a steady and heavy voice: "I'm just correcting the mistakes of the past."

"Error? What error?"

"We are the Mafia, and we are born to walk in the dark, not dream about dancing in the sun."

Jane Funkel couldn't believe that her father would actually say such a thing.

Back then, he fought against all odds and led the family to unswervingly give up those shameful businesses.

Max Sr. is dedicated to restoring his family's reputation.

Why would you say such a thing?

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Jane Fankle's face became very gloomy.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about, but what about you? Do you know who you're talking to? Or do you think you can talk to your father like this just because you've made a little bit of achievements?"

"Okay, I'm sorry, father, I was wrong." Jane Fankle's tone became colder and colder, and the next moment her voice changed, Jane Fankle suddenly said: "This should be the last time I call you father. ”

"You want to sever ties with me? Who gave you the courage to make such a stupid decision?"

"I'm not severing ties with you, but I'm severing ties with the family."

"Now, I demand that you apologize immediately, immediately!"

"Sorry, Mr. Marks, I refuse your request."

"Fankel, you made a stupid decision." Old Max's tone became colder.

"No, you made a stupid decision."

"It seems that I need to let you understand how foolish your decision is." Old Max said coldly.

"It seems that we have big differences, so our communication ends here."

Jane Fankle hung up the phone directly, and at the same time turned to a tall man next to her with oil paint on his face and said, "Al, I'll leave the rest to you."

At this moment, they were outside the headquarters of the Max family.

Behind Jane Funkel and Al, there was a heavily armed mercenary army.

They were all invited by Jane Funkel at a great price.

Jane Funkel handed Al two photos: "These two people, I ask you to ensure their safety."

The two people in the photo are none other than her father Max Sr. and her son Caesar Max.

She plans to use her power to take down the Marks family.

And she will play the role of the family's gravedigger.

At the same time, she also used her own strength to teach her father and her brother a lesson.

What is the power of capital.

Under the power of capital, all the glory and majesty of the family in the past will become worth mentioning.

The number of this mercenary army is one hundred, and they are not only powerful individually.

They also possess the most advanced individual weapons.

The equipment each of them carries can support them in shooting against thirty enemies for thirty minutes.

Al took the photo and looked at it for a few times, showing his white teeth: "I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee it."

There are always employers who will make demands of one kind or another before going to war.

But Al would turn a blind eye to most requests.

The mission they received was not to save people, but to kill.

The other party is an enemy, and it is impossible for him to agree to Jane Funkel's request before he can ensure that the other party puts down his weapons.

The mercenaries easily tore apart the Marks family's defense line.

People within the Marks family cannot even communicate with the outside world by phone.

The mercenaries have used jamming equipment to turn this place into a restricted area.

Jane Fankle looked at the home she was once familiar with, now covered in flames of war.

She did not intend to kill her father and brother.

She just wanted the two of them to be out of the way.

However, in the manner of his father and brother.

They will definitely not let themselves out of the family's control honestly.

Therefore, Jane Funkel chose to strike first this time.

Uproot them and the Marks family before either of them can react.

And Jane Funkel comes from the Marx family.

So she knows the Marks family better than anyone else.

At this moment, in the Max family, Caesar and Max Sr. were standing in front of the window sill on the third floor.

Both of them looked at the chaos below with expressionless faces.

Watching his family's gunmen retreat steadily.

Neither of them had any worries or fears.

Caesar glanced at his father and said, "It seems that Fankel doesn't know his family well enough."

"This is an opportunity for her to understand that her achievements are nothing and nothing compared to the entire family."

At this time, a voice came from behind the two of them: "I can give her a chance, but it depends on her performance."