Chapter 504: Blacksmith and Textile Factory Ask for Guaranteed Monthly Tickets

Kai originally thought that the boss of the Irish gang would be very difficult to deal with, at least he would be stubborn to the end, but he didn't expect that things would be unexpectedly simple. When Kai asked John Daly to cooperate, this guy didn't hesitate much and agreed to cooperate with the police.

He only made one request, he asked to be able to serve his sentence in a designated prison.

Yes, his request was that simple. He didn't even ask for any commutation of sentence with the prosecutor, just asked to serve his sentence in a designated prison.

Kai didn't like to make any deals with criminals, but Kai could accept this deal, and this guy didn't ask for a commutation of sentence.

But Kai was still very curious, why would a gangster boss give in so easily, to be honest, this guy doesn't look like a soft bone.

When Kai asked this question, John Daly didn't answer immediately, but took a deep breath and asked Kai for a cigarette. Kai was so curious about this question that he simply contributed his personal cigar.

John Daly took a deep puff of his cigar, looked at Kai and said, "Because I met two crazy people in a row!"

"What do you mean?" Although this guy didn't mention the names, Kai instinctively realized that one of the two crazy people he mentioned was himself. Kai was not very angry about this. After all, he destroyed other people's gangs, and he didn't allow others to say a few words? Besides, crazy people are not a serious accusation. At least Kai said that his self-restraint is acceptable.

"Do you know why we ran from New York to Los Angeles?"

Kai shook his head. Kai knew that they had only run to Los Angeles in the past six months, and had been active in New York before. I didn't think much at the time, thinking that this group of Irish people planned to expand their business.

Speaking of Irish gangs, they have a long history in the United States.

The United States is an immigrant country, and each nation has its own unique social division of labor. When it comes to violence, everyone's first reaction must be the Italian Mafia. In fact, the initiator of violent crimes in the United States is the Irish, and to this day, the Irish gang is still the most violent criminal gang in the United States. The history of the Irish and Italians entering the North American continent can be traced back to the early European colonization period, but large-scale immigration to the United States occurred in the 19th century.

In the first half of the 19th century, Ireland was unwilling to endure the colonial exploitation of the British, and two major famines swept across Ireland, so a large number of Irish poor came to North America to survive. In the second half of the 19th century, Italy's economy was in recession, but taxes continued to soar, and bankrupt poor people also flocked to the United States. Unlike British and German immigrants who brought large sums of money to develop North America, Irish and Italian immigrants just changed places to continue to be poor. Many people can't even afford to rent a decent house, so they can only squeeze into slums and do the hardest and most tiring work.

Poverty often breeds nationalism, and since they are all Catholics, in North America dominated by Christianity, the Irish and Italians were once regarded as "barbarians" who could not be assimilated. In the fight against the exploitation of foremen and religious persecution, the Irish spontaneously formed various violent groups, thus becoming the forefathers of American gangs. Decades later, Italian immigrants encountered the same problem after arriving, but they went further down the black road, so that everyone forgot about the Irish gangs.

Industrialization promoted the great development of the US economy, but the Irish gangs and the Italian mafia took different paths. The Italians soon got tired of low-level violent crimes, and after pioneering the international drug trade in the United States, they gradually turned to economic crimes.

As society continued to stabilize, traditional gangs such as the Mafia began to seek transformation. They deliberately avoided large-scale violent crimes, and instead made money and laundered money. Only the Irish gangs still maintained their domineering style of doing things, so that the Italian mafia looked down on the Irish who only spoke with their fists. The Irish gangs are keen on the thrill of bloody streets, which has a great impact on the tragic fate of their nation. Ireland was colonized by Britain for hundreds of years, and violence was their only means of resisting Britain.

At the same time, the Irish were colonized by Britain for hundreds of years, and the constant struggle with the British trained the Irish to have a keen political sense. When the top talents in the Irish community became the rulers of the underground social order, they were obviously more powerful than the government in terms of how to meet the needs of the lower-class citizens and new immigrants, and the votes in the hands of these people provided them with the possibility of getting involved in politics. After generations of efforts, the Irish finally became the largest ethnic group in American politics.

Over time, this violent tendency gradually transformed into a cultural habit and behavior pattern. In addition, the top talents in the community were busy running for president and congressmen, causing them to hand over the position of the underworld boss to the Italians.

The Irish gang has always been known as the fighting faction among the gangs. As long as these Irish people are paid, there is nothing they dare not do. Of course, in recent years, the brutality of the Irish gang has been surpassed by the Russian gang and the Latin American gang, especially the Mexican gang, whose brutality has surpassed the Irish in a straight line.

But no matter what, the Irish gang still has a certain status in the United States. Of course, this is for the relevant personnel, and it is actually difficult for ordinary people to distinguish these.

"I don't know." Kai shook his head.

"We were driven out." John Daly said this with an expression of dismay.

"King Bing?" Kai asked curiously. After all, the most prominent gangster in New York is King Bing. If this is the case, it is normal.

"King Bing..." John Daly pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled. Kai felt that this smile contained a lot of things, but it seemed like nothing. "In fact, King Bing is not terrible to the New York gangs. He only cares about his own rule. As long as he abides by his rules, he and his men are not difficult to get along with."

King Bing is just a gangster no matter what. It is impossible for him to really control every corner of New York, so it is impossible for him to wipe out all the gangs. That is unrealistic. →His rule over the underground world of New York is a bit like the feudal dynasty's control system over the local remote ethnic chieftains in ancient times. He requires all gangs to submit to him and pay tribute regularly. In addition, they just need to abide by his rules. He doesn't care how the gangs play in the future, and he will even provide help at some times.

Although there are more mothers-in-law on their heads and they have to pay tribute to King Bing, for many gang members, this is not a problem.

"That is...?"

"A madman like you, no, he is crazier than you. He hunted us alone, just like hunting those beasts, never leaving any alive. Half of my men died at his hands. So I had to run away."

The regionality of gangs is still very strong. Generally speaking, few gangs can develop again after fleeing to other places. So under normal circumstances, few gangs will relocate. Of course, external expansion is another matter.

"Aren't you always curious why I agreed to cooperate with your investigation so easily? It's very simple! My people were beaten up by you and that bastard! Gone! Everything is gone! If I don't cooperate, what else can I do? Believe it or not, if I don't go to jail, I will be dead on the street the next day?"

Does John Daly want to cooperate with the police?

No!

Especially when the object of cooperation is Kai, the bastard who ruined his last chance of a comeback!

But reality always forces people to bow their heads.

John Daly bowed his head.

Most of his men were shot dead, and the others were detained. In this case, even if he could rely on those legal jackals to escape legal sanctions, what would happen next? What awaits him? It will definitely not be flowers and champagne.

Without his men and power, he is a piece of fat meat as a commander without troops.

Apart from other things, he came to Los Angeles half a year ago. In order to gain a foothold, he has fought with local gangs in Los Angeles. These enemies may not be able to do anything to him before, but now...

In short, he went to prison to save his life.

The reason why he went to the designated prison was also for this. After all, he still has some connections. If he goes to a prison dominated by Irish gangs, he can survive and even live better.

Kai was a little amused and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There was such a reason for his feelings.

However, Kai was also a little impressed by the clear mind of this guy. With such a mind, why did he choose to go down the road of gangsters?

"By the way, what is the name of the guy you just mentioned?"

"Name? I don't know!" John Daly said very straightforwardly. "But many people call that guy the Punisher!"

...

Norman was bailed out from the police station in great anger. Especially when he saw Kai watching him walk out of the police station, his anger reached its peak.

"I want him dead!" Norman sat in the car and punched the dashboard of the car.

He didn't say who he wanted to die, but the people sitting in the car knew it very well.

Norman was talking about John Daly.

Now with John Daly's testimony, it is very unfavorable to Norman.

John Daly explained that Norman's deputy McGee appeared in the Irish territory to make a deal with them.

Drug deal.

What's more interesting is that McGee bought drugs from the Irish! And the purchase volume is very large!

However, fortunately, McGee did not tell the Irish why they bought drugs, which is why Norman was able to be bailed. After all, all the evidence is still on McGee's deal with the gang, and Norman is not implicated for the time being.

But it will be soon.

So Norman needs to kill John Daly!

Let the police lack evidence!

Of course, Kai is also a target!

After all, everything Norman is experiencing now is attributed to this policeman.

"Haven't you found out yet who killed McGee?" Norman turned his head to look at his younger brother. This guy has yellow dreadlocks and looks more like a dealer than a policeman. But this is not uncommon in the DEA. This is also one of the reasons why many law enforcement agencies don't like the DEA.

"It's an Italian killer." The dreadlocked younger brother is a member of Norman's team who is responsible for collecting intelligence among gangsters. He is very well-informed. "His name is Leon."

"Italian?"

Compared to those black gangs and Latino gangs, the Italian gangs in Los Angeles are more low-key. They have fixed territories, but they don't participate in drug transactions themselves. They are more like distributors, such as selling in their venues. So whether it is from the function of the DEA or from Norman's private "small business", there is no conflict between the Italians and them.

"Who is that?"

"Marioji's men are well-known in this business. They do things very cleanly and seldom leave any traces. But this time, he was caught on camera. It seems that this is not his style. It must be a spur-of-the-moment decision."

Killer Leon, this name is only circulated in a small circle. He is the chief killer of Italian Mafia Mariogi, helping Mariogi deal with some unruly competitors. But everyone who knows Leon knows that this guy is very reliable, unlike those street thugs who kill people with guns and get angry.

He is an extremely professional killer.

Every assassination is carefully arranged and never leaves any traces.

"Go find Mariogi! I want to know what's going on! Why do Italians want to kill me? If Mariogi doesn't give a reasonable explanation, he will be shot tomorrow for drug trafficking, resisting arrest, and assaulting the police!"

Norman gritted his teeth and said.

"By the way, there are the blacksmith and Guzman..."

The younger brother said another thorny problem.

The blacksmith, a 'supplier' who has cooperated with Norman for a long time, more than 70% of the goods Norman sold were taken from him. The other is from their seizures. As DEA agents, they also need to perform their work well. However, the drug money and contraband drugs seized by them will be bleached.

But there is no doubt that the blacksmith is their largest and most reliable supplier.

It's just that the blacksmith takes payment very seriously and never allows delays. Payment must be completed within the deadline. Norman and his friends are old customers, so the blacksmith will give them a longer deadline. But now it's almost time.

As for defaulting on debts or delaying payment... The consequences are very serious. The blacksmith will send someone to take it in person, and take their lives by the way!

"The money from the blacksmith... Take out our money and give it to him first!" The blacksmith's money cannot be owed, whether for the sake of life or for continued cooperation, it cannot be delayed. "As for Guzman... Let him wait!"

Although Guzman is not easy to mess with, the problem is that he is a trafficker, and DEA is a natural enemy of him! So you can be a little tougher.

After saying this, Norman stared fiercely at the door of the police station.

"McGee... When will the contacted killer arrive?"

"This... It seems that he has arrived, but MacGee hasn't paid yet, so the other party won't do anything at all."

"Then give it to him! Let them do the work!" Norman said impatiently.

The younger brother immediately picked up the phone and started calling.

...

About half an hour later, in a textile factory near the 278th station between Line 29-30 of the New York-Brooklyn-Williamsburg-City Railway Viaduct.

An old black man was sitting in the office studying a piece of linen, and suddenly his phone dinged, and a text message came.

The old man took off his glasses and picked up the phone, which contained the payment information.

The black old man twitched his mouth, and then picked up the old rotary phone on the table.

"White Dove, it's time to work. Two people must complete the work before tomorrow night. Ten minutes later, I will send you the target information."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

The old man didn't care, and after he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Then he stood up and walked to the window, overlooking the East River and the Brooklyn Navy Yard across the river.