Chapter 19 $10,000
"Sir, are you looking for me?" In the luxurious box of the chicken farm, Joe, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, carefully looked at Tony Wendis, who was hugging two beauties, and asked.
That's right, the one who was beaten in the alley outside when Tony came was Barbaro Joe who had stolen Josie's car before.
At this time, two days have passed since the deadline given by the mafia boss Scarpa.
In the past two days, Joe has not done nothing at all.
Instead, they are planning to rob banks.
Because this is the fastest way he can think of to raise money.
It's just that the bank is really not that good of a gun.
Not many years have passed since the Great Depression.
The Chicago police, who have experienced the most chaotic period, are very well prepared in terms of force.
Although it is not necessary to use automatic weapons such as submachine guns, shotguns and rifles are basically equipped in every police car-you have seen John Niederp’s Public Enemy. You don’t have four or five people to rob a bank. Enough firepower and no car to respond, it is simply courting death.
And not only the police, most bank security guards are basically equipped with shotguns.
What does Joe have? Nothing but a handful of M1911s.
Of course, cars can be stolen. He used to do this to earn pocket money, so he is familiar with it.
But weapons and manpower are not enough. Good weapons must be bought with real money, and manpower must be reliable.
These cannot be prepared in a short period of time, and it takes considerable time to prepare.
It is not uncommon for people to rush into the bank with a gun without making any preparations, but 99% of the results are dead bodies on the street.
Joe's goal is to grab money, not die.
So it is impossible to do it so quickly.
Today, he originally came to the West District to find a former friend, and wanted to ask him to have **** with him.
He just mentioned it, but the other party rejected it decisively, because the other party had just hooked up with the Irish Gang and obtained a good fortune. Although it was not very profitable, the advantage was that the risk was small.
In this case, it is naturally impossible to lose your head and play with Qiao Gun Bank.
And very rudely drove Joe away.
In the past, when they were poor, they hung out together on the street for a while, which was not considered a big friendship, so naturally they would not give Joe too much face.
Joe, who was rejected, was very frustrated. After wandering aimlessly, he wandered to this chicken farm.
In a flash of thought, even though he had no money in his pocket, he wanted to come in and have a good time.
Because Joe used to come to this gold selling cave when he occasionally had money, so the doorman and the girls inside didn't think of this guy's idea of eating a king's meal.
He even used the excuse of going to the toilet after finishing work, and almost let this guy run away.
Just as he was going out, he was blocked by a few Scarpa's men... In order to prevent this guy from getting away, Scarpa has been sending people to watch this guy.
The people watching him saw him enter the gold sales cave, and thought that this guy got money from that friend, and he didn't want to pay back the money, so he called a few companions to stop him.
As a result, I didn't expect this guy to play the doctrine of evading orders.
They didn't get the money, and they almost offended the Irish gang in this place.
Fortunately, Brian, the caretaker of this place, didn't mean to conflict with the Italians. He knew that the Italians were going to stare at this guy for money, and after Joe was already planning to rob the bank, he said that as long as this guy got the money, he would pay three times more money. Repaying today's expenses will do the trick.
As for saying that this product fails to rob a bank...does it need to be said?
Either die at the hands of the police or bank security.
Either die in the hands of the Italians.
They don't need their Irish help at all.
It's just that although the pain of short limbs has been avoided, the anger of the Italians still needs to be vented.
So Joe was dragged into the alley and got a big beating.
The result was seen by Tony Wendis who came here.
Then Joe was brought in front of this big man by the waiter with an inexplicable expression on his face... Although Tony Wendis is only a tennis player, thanks to the bonus of Margot, a wealthy husband, he has a great deal of love for her. For ordinary gangsters, they are indeed big men, let alone street gangsters like Joe.
"Baby, you go out first, I have something to discuss with this gentleman." Looking up and down at Joe, Tony Wendis waved to the two beauties beside him.
The two women had an instant meeting, rubbed provocatively on Tony Wendy's body, and then obediently left the box.
"Sit down, what do you want to drink?" Tony Wendis waved his hand and told Joe to sit down.
“威士忌就行。”乔看着托尼·温迪斯面前的威士忌，舔了舔嘴唇道，挨了一顿胖揍，他亟需喝一杯威士忌止疼。
Tony Wendis nodded, picked up the wine bottle in front of him and offered Joe a drink.
"I heard that you owe a lot of money?" Tony Wendis asked after Joe took a sip.
"Yes, sir." Joe put down his glass and replied cautiously.
"How much is owed." Tony Wendys asked again.
"Four thousand dollars." Joe replied very simply, this is not a secret, there is nothing bad to say.
"Four thousand dollars... Heh, want to make money? A lot of money!" Tony Wendis asked with a smile.
"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean..." Joe blinked, a little confused about the number of the person in front of him, but there is no doubt that there is no pie in the sky.
"You just need to answer me whether you want to make this money." Tony Wendis said.
"But sir, I have to know what you want me to do!" Joe couldn't help asking.
"Joe Barbaro, I know about you, and I also know that if you can't pay back the money within a week, those mafia will not let you go, and I even know that you are planning to rob the bank." Tony Wen "You need the money," Diess said.
"...Then sir, then you should also know that sometimes the benefits of kidnapping are no less than robbing a bank!" Joe didn't like the way the other party was superior, and threatened with some displeasure.
"Oh? Really? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I don't have any relatives except my wife, and the relationship between me and my wife is really bad, so even if you kidnap me, you can't get it." Money, and I have a pretty good relationship with Brian, even if you kidnap me and get the money, how likely is it to spend it?" Tony Wendis said without paying attention to Joe's threats.
"...You're right. So, sir, what do you want me to do? You said a lot of money, but how much is it?" Joe was a little discouraged.
"Ten thousand dollars!" Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Tony Wendis paused word by word.
"How much?" Joe raised his head suddenly, a little surprised.
"Ten thousand." Tony Wendis repeated again.
Done! Joe made his decision immediately.
Ten thousand dollars is not a small number.
You must know that the professional killers of the mafia in this period generally cost two thousand to four thousand per order.
Although he still doesn't know what Tony Wendis wants him to do, but in Joe's mind, no matter how serious it is, can it be serious enough to kill someone?
(end of this chapter)