The iron door of the basement was pushed open, and the damp and moldy smell mixed with the bloody odor hit me in the face.
The Crips' young leader was hung upside down on a rusty chain, and Fox was whipping him with a whip soaked in salt water.
"Okay, stop fighting!"
Libus raised his hand to stop the whipping, walked up to the man and asked, "Tell me! Why did you attack our Black Rabbit Casino?"
The man's swollen eyelids barely pried open a crack. "Bah! I'm from the Crips... In life, I'm a Crip, in death, I'm a Crip! Fuck! Kill me if you dare!"
The casino was smashed and the butcher was very angry at the time.
Seeing that this kid dared to show off even after being caught, he immediately became furious.
He took out the dagger from his waist, and regardless of everyone's obstruction, he walked forward and slashed with the knife, neatly cutting off two fingers of the little leader along the bone seam.
"Damn it! If you weren't still useful, I would have cut you into pieces long ago!" the butcher cursed. "Do you believe I can cut you into 246 pieces?!"
"Butcher...you pervert!" The small boss collapsed in fear and shouted, "I confess! Please just kill me! The attack on your casino was arranged by our boss Stanley! I'm just a small boss!"
"Of course I know it was your boss who arranged this. But your boss wouldn't come to mess with our Black Rabbit Group for no reason, would he?" Ribs asked, "Don't you know the reason at all?"
"I... I just heard about it," the small leader said. "A big real estate developer in New York gave our Crips a large sum of money, so our boss arranged for me to come and disrupt the gang... I don't know the details."
Ribs nodded silently, and roughly understood what was going on.
Whether it was the mayor's behind-the-scenes troublemaking or the Crips Gang's vandalism, it was his father-in-law Thorne who was behind it.
The Crips are the largest gang in Chicago and the most famous gang in the entire United States. It is not easy to deal with the Crips.
Now that Reeves is the Speaker of the House, it is not appropriate for him to lead his brothers in a fight.
He turned his head to look at Ao Guanhai and asked, "How is it? Are you confident in dealing with the Crip Gang?"
Ao Guanhai held his chin and answered, "The Crips have tens of thousands of members in Chicago. It's almost impossible to completely wipe out their power... We can only try to kill their leader..."
"Okay, I'll leave this to you! You try it first!" Libus said, "But you have to be careful. The Crips are really special. This time, the Butcher almost fell into their hands."
The butcher on the side heard this and said indignantly, "Boss! Can't I participate in dealing with the Crips? They destroyed my place, and I haven't taken revenge yet! I can't swallow this!"
Of course, Ribs knew the butcher's inner dissatisfaction, so he could only make arrangements: "Okay! Then you two can handle this matter! But you have to deal with the casino's aftermath first and reopen it for me."
The two brothers looked at each other and promised at the same time: "Of course! You don't have to worry about this matter, just leave it to us two brothers!"
Ribs nodded, turned and left the basement.
The screams of the Crip Gang's leader were heard behind them. Butcher Ao Guanhai, Fox and the other two were still staying in the basement, ready to give this guy a hard time and vent their anger.
After returning to the Speaker's office in City Hall, Ribbs did a rough calculation.
The Black Rabbit Casino was smashed this time, and the direct losses were at least tens of millions of dollars. If the loss of the casino's reputation is taken into account, the amount would be immeasurable.
If this continues, we will be caught in a tug-of-war with the Thorne Group, which will consume each other.
It was all a meaningless war of attrition. You attack me, I attack you. In the end, his Blue Roof Project still couldn't move forward.
Ribbs leaned against the French window of the City Hall, the cigar between his fingers flickering in the twilight.
He called Kruen of the Red Blood Gang: "Hey, man! What are you doing?"
The noisy sound of horns on the streets of New York came from the receiver.
"It's Mr. Ribbs!" Kroon replied in a hoarse voice, "I just arranged for a few of my men to deliver a bomb to Thorne's luxury apartment on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. Hahaha! If that old man knew about this, he would be furious!"
"Good! Well done!" Reeves looked at the neon lights gradually lighting up the Chicago skyline. "However, the New York Times said you only burned three Thorn Group construction vehicles last week? It seems like you didn't do anything big."
"Fuck! That's all a smokescreen Thorne let the media throw to protect their stock price!" The sound of a lighter flicked through the receiver. "Let me tell you something! For the underground pipeline project in the Bronx, New York, I hauled ten tons of concrete into their drainage system. That's enough for Thorne Group to unclog their sewers for six months!"
The floor-to-ceiling window reflected Liebessen's cold smile: "Okay! Keep up this pace. Within two weeks, I want to see Thorn Group's stock price fall below $20. Let Thorn's boss come to me in person to apologize..."
"Wait!" Kron suddenly interrupted, "Mr. Ribs! Don't just talk about me. What about what you promised me? The Crips robbed two trucks of my goods in Chinatown yesterday!"
Ribs turned and stared at the map of Chicago on the wall. He replied, "Don't worry, Kroon! I, Ribs, will definitely do what I promised. I've already arranged for Ao Guanhai and the Butcher to kill the Crips' leader. If you could provide some clues, that would be even better."
"Okay! No problem!" Kroon said, "147 Milwaukee Avenue in Chicago, a three-story apartment with bulletproof glass, is the private residence of Stanley, the Crips' leader."
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According to information provided by Kruen.
The next day, Ao Guanhai found a group of capable Black Rabbit team members and prepared to carry out a direct assassination.
Butcher was lame and definitely couldn't participate directly in the operation. Ao Guanhai found him a sniper rifle and asked him to hide on high ground far away, responsible for long-range support.
Around six o'clock in the afternoon, the golden sunset shone into the house through the glass windows.
Stanley, the Crips' leader, swirled his whiskey glass.
Ding! A text message came on my phone: "Black Rabbit Security has been dispatched. There are only three vehicles in total."
He glanced at his phone, a sinister grin forming on his lips: "The rabbit has finally come out of its hole."
This operation was an assassination, and Ao Guanhai only brought an action team of 10 people in total.
When the car arrived nearby, the butcher got out first and took the elevator to the roof of the tallest building nearby, from where he could overlook all the buildings within a kilometer.
This is a wealthy area. The streets are very quiet and there are not many people.
Ao Guanhai led the assault team to the east wall of the apartment building. The butcher's voice came over the radio: "Guanhai, the area is clear. We can act at any time."
Ao Guanhai nodded and gave instructions to his team members.
The 10-member assault team, each of them agile, jumped over the wall and into the yard of Stanley's apartment.
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