Chapter 18

"You mean get rid of Joe?" Paul's brow frowned. Joe had more people under his control and more cruel means than he did. Paul didn't think it was a good idea.

Although he had thought about it before, it was just thinking about it!!

Joe is a nickname. His full name is "Tony alcado." when Li Zitao first met William Dever, he was one of the names mentioned.

But if you want to persuade Joe, the hope is even more slim. As Capone's most trusted private bodyguard, he is the most loyal to Capone.

If you dare to show any idea of betrayal, the first thing you want to kill is the loyal bodyguard, known as batter Joe's Capone.

The reason why he is called "batter" is that he always likes to use baseball bat to solve the enemy cruelly.

"Of course, but it's up to you." Li Zitao relaxed his muscles and let his body sink deeply into the soft velvet sofa. "I will help you in my hands."

"How many?" Joe is not that easy to deal with, especially when the other side is already alert.

Li Zitao has killed frank and McGuin, so that both of them have an urgent sense of crisis, and the protective forces around him have been strengthened a lot.

There are more than 80 bodyguards in this private villa. It is because of this that Paul and Li Zitao, who broke in silently and did not disturb anyone, sit here and talk calmly.

He was very afraid of the other side's ability. If he didn't want to use his power to integrate and inherit Capone's power, he might have lost his life in his sleep.

From two successive contacts, it was not difficult for him to do so.

At the thought of this possibility, Paul felt a chill in his neck and felt his neck to make sure it was still on his shoulder.

"100 people, you are responsible for the weapons and ammunition, and there is also a strong master. I know Joe's skill is good." Before coming, Li Zitao had already thought about it. This time, let Wang Dagou lead people to support Paul. Of course, on the other hand, he also wanted to show his strength.

If you want to accept the legacy left by Capone, you can't rely on his own strength. He can frighten Paul enka, but he has no time to frighten the small leaders one by one.

"Yes, when will your men arrive?" Paul enka is not a good man either. Since he has decided to betray, the sooner the better.

Johnny and Luciano are trying to rescue Capone. Although the chance is slim, he is still a little uneasy.

As long as Capone loses his final value and dependence, then Johnny and Luciano will not be in the trouble of running for him.

The reality is always cruel. Without the power to control Chicago, Capone is just a cranky, biting mad dog.

"Anytime." His people are in area 22, and they can be assembled immediately with a command from Li Zitao.

"Tomorrow night, let your men arrive..." Paul ricca's eyes flashed with frightful coldness, and spoke word by word of his plan.

Looking at the determination and madness in his eyes, Li Zitao nodded with a smile after listening to the plan, "see you tomorrow night."

Watching him step by step toward the back door, Paul's heart flashed countless ideas, but until five minutes later, he did not hear any noise and gunfire, which made him powerless sigh, lost his mind to lean on the back of the sofa, and sat down until dawn.

"Sir." In the early morning, the housekeeper and the servant got up early, but they saw Paul, who looked haggard and was in a daze on the sofa. The housekeeper, who was startled, rushed forward.

"Go and prepare! I'll take a shower first, get Joe on the phone at 8 o'clock, invite him to Hans bar in the evening, and say I want to talk to him about something Paul blinked, his lax eyes regained their focus, addressed the butler and went upstairs.

He knew that his name would be linked with the traitor as long as he passed today, but when facing the mysterious Asian nationality, he felt powerless and inexplicable oppression, which made him dare not fight against each other.

Especially after what happened last night, no matter when the other party came or when he left, he didn't disturb the men and hounds outside. "Oh, this is a sad story."

Paul didn't know that it was his subordinates who were so useless that they couldn't even find someone else breaking into the villa. Instead, he secretly scolded Li Zitao for being too abnormal.

After taking a bath, Paul's somewhat drowsy brain calmed down again.

After breakfast, he went as usual to the Hans bar, his Chicago office and new headquarters.

After dealing with the business problems, we solved the problem of the small gangsters who took advantage of the chaos and wanted to seize the territory recently. The time has unconsciously arrived at dinner time.

Thinking of the appointment with Li Zitao, Paul stood up and said, "Blair, bring people with me."

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In two empty rooms on the block behind the Hans bar, boxes of brand-new Chicago typewriters were handed out, and teams of 100 people were scattered in the shadows around the house, waiting for the signal of attack.In the car on the street, Wang Dagou is sitting in the co pilot, smoking cigarettes one by one. He is excited and nervous when he thinks of the big scene tonight.

"Would you like a cigar?" The driver of the car is Blair. Seeing Wang Dagu smoking one by one, he also became addicted to smoking.

However, he prefers cigars to cigarettes, because smoking cigars will be more personal and face saving, at least according to Blair.

"No Waving the pirate cigarette in his hand, Wang Dagou can't help recalling what Li Zitao said before.

"Cigar? It's made of workers' saliva. Are you sure you're smoking a cigar instead of someone else's saliva? " Li Zitao still knows something about cigars, thanks to the science popularization of a senior cigar fan.

Thinking of Li Zitao's expression of disgust when he said this, Wang Dagou lost interest in cigars. Who knows whether the man who packs this cigar is a man or a woman.

Add saliva? Forget it.

"It's almost time. Why hasn't there been any movement?" As time goes on, Wang Dagou's English level has been improving in a straight line by communicating with these guys in Samoa every day.

"It should be soon. Don't worry. We're going to do something big tonight." After taking a sip of his cigar, Blair almost surrounded the whole car.

As soon as Blair opened the door and was ready to smoke outside, he saw three flashes of light on the window on the second floor opposite him.

"Ha, Jack, it's time for us." With his cigar still on the ground, Blair crunched his feet back and forth, and excitedly pulled out a Thomson machine gun from his back seat.

"Shhh ~ ~" whistled. The young men hiding in the shadows around the house are like hunters in the dark. They are like hunters in the dark. They are carrying loaded machine guns. They are silently touching the back of the bar.

"Who is there?" Jim, who was at the back door of the bar, threw away his cigarette, raised the muzzle of his gun at the wooden fence, and looked warily at Jimmy next to him.

He's Joe's man. The boss told them to be more careful tonight. Paul might have other ideas, so Jim didn't relax his guard.

Just now he seemed to see a shadow flash past the fence, but he wasn't sure. "Hey, Jim, did you see that?" Jim asked tentatively.

"What?" Jimmy looked forward blankly, as if he didn't know anything.

"It seems that I saw something outside just now. Shall we go and have a look?" Jim didn't trust to give him his back.

"OK, but I think it's wildcats. There are a lot of stray cats here." Jimi said nothing. He didn't even grasp the gun and hung it on his chest at will.

His performance makes Jim some doubt, his boss is not thinking too much, but in the moment he turned his head, a huge figure came to him.

The last thing Jim saw was a fist that took over the whole line of sight, and Jimmy's sly, ironic smile.

"Hey, man, you're cool!" Jim thumbed up his thumb and said to two big dogs as strong as himself.

"Look at him and give him a kick if he wakes up. Maybe tomorrow he will be our man." Blair, who was behind Wang, said with a smile.

"Of course, I'll look at him. There are a lot of people up there." Jimmy pointed to the back door, signaling them to be more careful.

Wang Dagu stood on his side by the back door. Two shooters squatted in front of the gate and raised their guns to aim. The monk and Samhad also led people to stand on both sides of the bar building.

When Wang Dagu opened the door with a wave, the gunshot rang out, and the monk and Samhad each with 50 people, left and right, rushed forward.

"Gogogogo, hurry up." Blair's tone is excited to urge, do not know people think he is going to rush up!

But this guy just kept yelling, how lewd the action should be, hiding behind Wang Dagou's huge body, just as a meat shield.

Wang Dagou doesn't mind. Li Zitao has already told him the purpose of the evening. He has collected these people and will give them all to him for training. After today, he has plenty of time to practice this boy.

He pinched his fist in a ferocious way, and his knuckles clattered under his pressure. Blair felt a sense of inexplicable chill enveloping him. He could not help shrinking his neck and looking around in a daze.

"FK, Paul, how dare you betray Capone." In the room on the second floor, there were only Paul and Joe.

At the moment, Paul is a little embarrassed, being chased by Joe, the whole room is running around, the bridge of his nose has cracked, and his blood "bares" to the outside.

"Joe, you're dead tonight. You can't get out." Although he can't do the killer Joe, Paul doesn't dare to use language to stimulate him.

"FK, I'll beat you out of the shit, you damned bichi, I'll kill you, and then I'll kill your lover. Wait, you..." Joe kept abusing, long legs keep forward, trying to catch Paul who runs away like a monkey.

"Yes, son of a bitch Blair, why don't you come?" After being chased by Joe, Paul, who was on his knees begging for mercy, swore in his heart.In order to reassure the suspicious Joe, he agreed to let the other party's men search, both sides do not bring weapons, no men, only the two of them in the room to talk.

Joe, who is very confident in his own strength, will agree to this conversation. He believes that if Paul wants to play tricks, he can kill him with his fist at the first time.

The fact is that Paul is about to be killed. When Joe grabs his collar, lifts him up and clenches his fist to give him a full face of flowers, Paul really feels dead.

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