"Mr. Ribs, welcome!" said Dalyhertz.
No need to guess, these two must be the legendary Daly brothers. Reeves also greeted them politely: "Hello, Mr. Daly."
"Come on, let's go in and sit down and talk!"
Dalyherz made a gesture to invite them in, and two maids came out, one on each side, and pushed the two old men into the hall.
Reeves wondered in his heart that even when he went to meet those gang bosses, they would search him before entering.
How come they came here? They have no sense of security at all. Aren't they afraid that I'm carrying a gun...
In the banquet hall, the huge crystal chandelier was flickering with lights, and the long table was already filled with exquisite silver tableware.
After taking their seats, the two old men had a faint smile on their faces.
To be honest, these two old men look so much alike... they're wearing the same clothes and have the same expressions.
Ribs couldn't tell who was who... Anyway, they were just two silver-haired, pretentious old men...
"Try the 1896 Margaux." Dalyherz twisted the corkscrew through the wax seal and poured the deep red wine into the crystal glass. "My grandfather used this bottle to celebrate the successful suppression of the Chicago Strike."
The old man's first words put a lot of pressure on people.
Reeves didn't care. He just wanted to see what these two old men with limited mobility could do.
After the butler filled all three of them with wine using a decanter, Daley Anderson raised his glass and said, "Let us welcome Chicago's rising star, and perhaps also the gravedigger of the old order, Mr. Ribbs!"
Ribs played with the red wine glass in his hand but didn't move his mouth.
Daley Anderson said, "Sir, you can see we didn't search you. We did this out of trust in you, and we hope you can trust us as well."
After saying that, the two old men were the first to drink the red wine in their glasses.
Ribs then took a sip and said, "Mm, not bad! Rich and strong!"
After drinking, we chatted for a while.
Several servants brought the main course. Daley Anderson cut the steak in front of him with the precision of a scalpel and said, "Mr. Ribbs, I heard you like it medium rare?"
Ribs replied with a hint of meaning: "No, no, no, I'm better at cooking old meat."
"Hahaha!" Daley Anderson suddenly burst into laughter. "Mr. Congressman, you're quite humorous."
"Mr. Daly...you didn't ask me to come here to discuss cooking, did you?" Ribs said, "If you have anything to say, just say it!"
The two old men looked at each other, and Daly Anderson spoke up. "Mr. Congressman, I believe you've heard of the strength of our Daly family. We don't wish to be your enemy... As long as we can coexist peacefully, our family is willing to cede control of Parliament to you."
Ribs played with the wine glass in his hand and said, "It seems like I grabbed the control of this parliament myself, right? Whether you give it to me or not, it's all mine..."
"Congressman, you don't understand this," Daley Anderson said, snapping his fingers.
Councilman Jin Saiban walked in from the side hall and greeted them politely, "Hello, gentlemen. Hello, Councilman Ribs."
Daley Anderson explained, "Congressman King Saiban is our man. We helped him pass your two proposals...Mr. Ribbs, we've actually been helping you the whole time."
This is a bit shameless. If Ribs hadn't found out about the Executioner Gang from Jason Ding, why would Jin Saiban help him...
"Mr. Daly, I don't want to be your enemy either." Reeves also put forward his own conditions. "As long as you give up interfering in Chicago politics, completely withdraw from politics, and live peacefully in this castle, we can live in peace."
"Hahaha, don't joke with me, Mr. Reeves." Daley Anderson said with a smile.
"You were the one who joked with me first...Mr. Daly..." Reeves replied.
Seeing that talking nicely was useless, Daley Anderson shut up and started eating his steak with peace of mind.
Another old man, Daly Hertz, waved his hand and asked Jin Saiban to go down for the time being.
Then he said, "Mr. Ribs, I heard that you were investigating our Daly family behind the scenes?"
Ribs feigned ignorance and said, "Oh? Where did you hear that? I didn't investigate you."
Dalyherz sneered and threw a stack of documents on the table: "Aren't these the documents you handed over to the FBI?"
When Ribs heard this, he was shocked.
He took the document silently and checked it carefully. It was indeed the original document he had given to Douglas.
These days, he has been looking forward to the results of the investigation by FBI Director Douglas, but he did not expect that the documents he handed over to the FBI would appear in the hands of the Daley family.
The head of the FBI is actually a member of the Daley family...
"I never thought..." Reeves said slowly, "Even the FBI is controlled by you. No wonder your family has been able to dominate Chicago for so long..."
"Liebs, only cooperation can bring win-win results." Dalyholtz said, "In Chicago, no family can compete with us."
Reeves sneered and said, "There's no good ending to cooperating with you! Didn't you blow up the Roy family before?"
The two old men looked at each other again, and the smiles on their faces suddenly turned cold.
"Ribbs, whether you agree or not, since you are here, you have no choice," said Dalyherz.
"Haha? No choice?" Ribs said with a scornful smile, "I'm here today to see what you can do."
The atmosphere in the Rose Hall suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the two old men stared at Ribs in front of them.
Around them, the butler and several maids had their hands already stretched to their waists.
From the corner of his eye, Ribs had already noticed the actions of several maids around him.
Before the other party could make a move, he suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand, and the shotgun that had been prepared long ago appeared in his hand.
The [American Iai: LV4 Western Gun Cowboy] that hasn't been used for a long time is still powerful.
In the blink of an eye.
Just heard bang bang! Two shots.
Each of the two Daly masters was hit by a large lead bullet and fell backwards in the wheelchair.
The butlers and maids around him immediately drew their guns and fired back. Reeves dodged the bullets by squatting down and raised his hand to fire a burst of spinning shots.
Bullets were flying everywhere, cutlery on the table shattered to the ground, and the smell of red wine and blood was splattered everywhere.
By the time Reeves had fired the seven bullets in his shotgun, there were already six bodies lying around him.
Reeves calmly took out the bullet and stuffed it into the gun.
"What? This is the legendary Daley family? Powerful? Deep connections? Controlling Chicago politics for 200 years?"
"Isn't it all solved with just one shot of truth...that's it?"
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