After the call was connected, Thorne's voice was a little tired and anxious, and he was obviously waiting for news.
"Hello, is that Stanley?"
"Mr. Thorne!" Stanley said bluntly, "You're about to see big news! Hahaha! The Black Rabbit Group is nothing but a lost dog in front of me!"
Upon hearing this, Thorne couldn't wait to ask, "What? Did you catch that Ao Guanhai? Or..."
"Ao Guanhai?" Stanley sneered, his tone contemptuous. "That guy almost died! But he was lucky enough to get on the Chicago police's 'iron coffin' and fly away. But those so-called elites he brought with him are now lying on the streets, turning into rotten meat! Haha! What the hell are the Black Rabbit Commandos? In my Crip Gang's territory, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs!"
Thorne seemed stunned by this tremendous "result": "You...you killed all the Black Rabbit people? And shot down two police helicopters?"
"Three! That's three!" Stanley corrected, his tone as if he was showing off the spoils of war. "We only lost a few dozen brothers! Reeves is nothing! What Chicago Speaker? I, Stanley, said I would smash his casino and I would smash it! If he is beheaded, his brothers will have to go through the gates of hell! Today is just a warning to him! Let him know who is the real boss in Chicago! Don't worry, Mr. Thorne, I said that in Chicago, only our Crips can touch Reeves! Now you believe it? As long as the money is in place, there is no one in Chicago that I dare not deal with."
"Good...very good!" Thorne finally burst into excited laughter, and the humiliation he had felt at the hands of Reeves seemed to have been swept away. "Well done, Stanley! I knew I was right about you! Don't worry, I won't give you a penny less of the 50 million and 30% profit I promised you! Keep going! Defeat Reeves completely!"
"Hahaha, just wait and see, Mr. Thorne, this is just the beginning!" Stanley hung up the phone and looked at the night view of Chicago outside the window with a sinister look, as if the city was already crawling at his feet.
On the other side, Black Rabbit Security Center.
Ao Guanhai was still in the ward and couldn't come out. Ribs and several of his brothers sat in the conference room to discuss countermeasures.
In the history of the Black Rabbit Group, it has never suffered such a huge loss or such a great injustice.
Reeves sighed, shook his head and said, "We in Black Rabbit Security are all brothers, all elites! And what about the Crips? They're just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp. They're trading human lives for ours! They're using the endless garbage from the fucking sewers to pile us up to death! It's really not worth it for us!"
"It's not worth it?" The butcher slammed the table and growled with red eyes, "Brother! We were almost killed by those bastards wearing skull turbans! Ao Guanhai is still lying in there! Are we just going to swallow this? I can't fucking swallow it!"
Fox also stood up suddenly, his hand on the gun handle at his waist, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Brother, give me fifty men... No, thirty! I will find out the activity pattern of that old dog Stanley, the boss of the Crips Gang, and I guarantee to tear his head off and send it to your desk!"
The atmosphere in the conference room was so heavy it could drip with water. The shame of failure and the rage of revenge intertwined and burned in the air. Even the usually calm Alfred frowned as he stared at the glaring landmark of Milwaukee Avenue on the map of Chicago.
Reeves didn't answer immediately. He slowly walked back to the table and picked up the Chicago Sun-Times on the table.
On the front page, "Shocking Case!" The news about 147 Milwaukee Avenue had already broken, and the wreckage of the police helicopter was prominently displayed on the screen.
"You are still too naive." Reeves' voice was unusually calm, yet it carried an icy chill. He swept his gaze over every brother present, "No. It's not naive, Butcher. It's because we're too conditioned by our past thinking. We're used to solving problems our own way, used to solving them in the most direct way—with guns and knives. That was true in the past. When we were little guys on the street, the bigger the fist, the more powerful the law."
He dropped the newspaper back onto the table with a soft thud.
"But now, we were wrong, terribly wrong." He raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife as he scanned the faces of the butcher and Fox one by one. "Remember! I'm now the President of the Chicago City Council! I'm one of the people who truly hold power in this city! What the hell is Stanley? A bunch of sewer rats who think they can rule the world by wearing skulls? What a joke!"
He walked to the window. Outside the huge French window was the brightly lit Chicago city forest. The light reflected in his eyes, but it reflected a cold calculation.
"Trading our precious brothers for a bunch of scum who'd use their lives as cannon fodder? That's not courage, that's stupidity! It's not worth it, absolutely not worth it!" Reeves turned abruptly, his voice rising sharply with unquestionable authority, "Stanley, and Thorne behind him, do they think they can win by dragging us into a street fight and relying on sheer numbers?"
A cold and sinister smile appeared on the corner of Ribbs' mouth.
"They forget that I hold not only the guns of Black Rabbit Security, but also the entire Chicago police system."
After hearing this, Alfred shook his head and said, "The Chicago Police Department... with their strength, they simply can't handle so many people in the Crips..."
Reeves held his chin and paced back and forth for several minutes. After a while, he stopped and said, "If the entire Chicago police system can't deal with the Crips... then it's time for the Illinois National Guard to be deployed."
He walked back to the table, placed his hands on it, and leaned forward like a beast ready to pounce.
"Fox, put away your gun. Butcher, put away that idea of blowing up the Crips' headquarters. From now on, your mission is to mobilize all resources. You only need to keep an eye on every hideout, every business, and every money-making connection between Stanley and the Crips in Chicago! As for the specifics... I'll find a way to handle it! Dismissed!"
After hearing what Reeves said, the two brothers lowered their heads and nodded, then turned and left the meeting room.
Ribs' fingers paused on the cold, smooth screen of his phone, and finally he pressed the redial button.
Beep…beep…
The call was connected, and Chicago Police Commissioner Daniel's voice, tired and somewhat vigilant, came through: "Mr. Speaker? Is there anything else? The previous rescue losses were too heavy..."
Ribs didn't refute immediately. His voice was low but carried a kind of suppressed calmness: "Director Daniel, I just came out of the hospital. Ao Guanhai almost died. Many of my brothers and the brothers you sent out never came back. I'm calling you first to thank you. Thank you for sending air support under such pressure when my brother's life was hanging by a thread. I will remember this favor."
Daniel on the other end of the phone was obviously relieved, and his tone softened a little: "Mr. Speaker, this is my duty, but I didn't expect..." He didn't finish his words, obviously still in shock about the huge loss.
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