Chapter 305: Chapter 305 The Selton's Gang InFighting

She felt very fortunate to be with a man like Hardy. Whispering in his ear, she said, "Hardy, let's go swimming, okay?"

The manor's swimming pool had a heating feature, maintaining a comfortable temperature year round. The two of them enjoyed a delightful time in the pool, creating ripples as they swam.

The next day.

Ava went to visit Lana Turner. Her eye was clearly bruised, her arm had scrapes, and there were multiple bruises on her body. The man had obviously beaten her severely, not caring that she was a Hollywood star.

When Lana saw Ava, she cried and hugged her.

"Ava, please help me. That Johnny is a bastard. I want to get rid of him, but he threatened to kill me."

Ava patted Lana's hair. "I've already spoken to Hardy. He said he'll take care of it."

"Mr. Hardy promised to help me?"

"Yes, so don't worry."

Lana cried on Ava's chest.

From that day on, Lana never saw Johnny again. About a week later, she read in the newspaper that Johnny had died in a car accident. He was hit by a speeding car while crossing the street after leaving a bar.

The police arrived, and the driver confessed. It was dark, and the pedestrian suddenly crossed the road, making it too late to brake.

Several witnesses confirmed the driver's story.

The driver hadn't been drinking, nor was he speeding. The pedestrian bore responsibility for jaywalking, and the final verdict held the driver 70% responsible, with compensation of $6,822.36.

The driver's insurance covered most of it, leaving him to pay only a little over a thousand   dollars.

When Lana saw this news, she immediately thought of Mr. Hardy. However, she quickly dismissed the thought, gritting her teeth. "That bastard deserved to die. This is God's punishment."

She felt grateful to Hardy.

Bill came to see Hardy.

"Boss, Johnny told us everything he knew. We've gathered a lot of secret information about the Selton family. We're more confident in taking them down now," Bill said with a smile.

Hardy nodded. "It seems the time is right. We can start the operation. I'll have Henry send a secret letter to the FBI."

Two days later.

The San Francisco FBI office received an anonymous letter. Following procedure, the staff opened it, and after reading the contents, they were shocked.

They immediately delivered it to the San Francisco FBI director.

After reading it, the director called the FBI headquarters to report. "We received an anonymous letter stating that the Selton family patriarch, Leibb Selton, whom we've been searching for, is hiding in a secret manor in Florence."

"Wasn't the previous intel that he was hiding in Colombia? Why is he now in Italy?" the supervisor asked.

"The informant said he couldn't get used to Colombian food, so he moved to Italy. Florence is Leibb Selton's hometown, and the anonymous letter provided a detailed address, claiming the manor is a secretly purchased property."

The supervisor thought for a moment. "Then notify the Italian authorities and have the local police help us catch him."

"If we let the local police catch him, he'll likely disappear."

"Do you want to go to Italy to catch him yourself? Follow the procedure," the supervisor said.

The FBI informed the Italian authorities, who, after a two days delay, conducted a raid on the provided address. They found only servants at the manor, with no sign of Leibb Selton.

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After being tipped off by an insider, he left the manor that afternoon with his men, boarded a plane, and flew to the Bahamas, settling in a seaside villa.

The scenery was beautiful, with only his villa nearby, and the bay in the distance. If bored, he could swim or fish.

But Selton had no interest in swimming or fishing now. He pounded the table, shouting angrily.

"Who leaked my information? Find out!"

The investigation revealed that someone had mailed an anonymous letter to the San Francisco FBI office, but no one knew who sent it.

However, the next day.

A minor leader in the Selton family, Yuka, was gunned down on the street by a passing car's machine gun.

This was strange, as Yuka hadn't offended anyone recently. Why was he killed?

Selton, in the Bahamas, sensed something was wrong and sent his most trusted men to investigate. At Yuka's girlfriend's house, they found a box.

The girlfriend said Yuka had left it with her before he died, and she hadn't touched it.

Inside the box were $25,000 in cash, the house deed, some letters, and a notebook. The last entry in the notebook read:

"Trotto asked me to send a letter to the FBI. If successful, he promised to make me a chief."

Trotto's full name was John Trotto, the second in command of the Selton family. After Selton was wanted and fled, Trotto took over the gang's operations.

When Henry reported this to Hardy, Hardy chuckled. "That guy kept a diary. Who writes a diary these days?"

This news quickly reached Selton. Furious, he flipped the table. He hadn't expected his second in command to betray him, sell him out to the FBI, and plan to take over the gang.

"Trotto! Trotto! I'll kill you!"

A few days later, someone in the gang's office openly shot at Trotto. Whether due to nerves or poor aim, three shots were fired, but only one hit, and it was in the shoulder, not fatal.

The shooter was soon subdued by Trotto's bodyguards.

Everyone was shocked. Why would someone in their own gang try to kill the second in command? Trotto pressed the gun to the shooter's head. "Who ordered you to kill me?"

The shooter, scared but hopeful for survival, because the boss himself had ordered it.

He shouted at Trotto, "The boss ordered it because he knows you want to kill him. You sent a letter to the FBI to get him caught, so you could take over the gang."

Trotto was shocked. "Who told you I sent the anonymous letter to the FBI? Don't talk nonsense."

"Yuka said it."

"Yuka is dead. How could he say that?" Trotto shouted.

"Because you feared exposure and had him killed,"

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"Because you were afraid he'd expose you, so you had him killed," the shooter shouted back.

Damn it. Now It was impossible to explain.