I have a gun.

And got enough bullets.

Old Mike did the math and found that the principal plus a 30% premium was a total of more than 3,800 US dollars, which was a considerable sum of money.

It’s not expensive anyway.

Hardy signed and left.

Back at Bill's house, it had become their base. People were fiddling with guns in the living room. Hardy looked at their posture and thought that with these people and these guns, it would be a shame not to rob a bank.

Of course he wouldn't actually rob a bank.

There are many ways to make money.

There is no need to provoke the nerves of the government and the police.

"Brothers, let me tell you about the next job." said Hardy.

Everyone looked at Hadi.

They didn't come to Los Angeles to retire, so they knew they would be involved in gang fighting. But no one was afraid here. They were all veterans who had fought on the battlefield, and they were actually excited when they heard about the combat mission.

"I told you before that there is a conflict between the Jewish gang and several other gangs in Los Angeles. This involves the Irish gang, the Spanish gang, the Mexican gang and even other gangs. I need more detailed intelligence."

"You are all new faces, which will be helpful for investigation. Henry and Matthew, you will work in pairs to investigate the intelligence of the Irish. Neil and Leo, you will work in pairs to investigate the intelligence of the Spanish gang."

Henry, Matthew, Neil, and Leo nodded immediately.

"Sean and Ryder are still responsible for daily transactions, while Richard and Chris are responsible for following the vehicles and keeping an eye out for possible sneak attacks from the enemy at any time."

The few people who were called out also expressed their understanding.

Hardy thought about it and called Big Ivan again, asking him to pay attention to the Mexican Gang, the Polish Gang and some other gangs.

Big Ivan immediately said that he would investigate thoroughly.

The next morning.

Everyone briefly met and went out. Hardy took Sean and Ryder to deliver the goods in a truck, while Richard and Chris followed in Bill's Ford, ready to deal with any situation that might arise at any time.

There were a large number of weapons in the Ford Fighter.

A week passed in a flash. This week was surprisingly quiet, giving people the illusion that the whole of Los Angeles had become peaceful.

But something big happened on this day.

......

"Woo--Woo--"

A loud whistle sounded.

A huge container ship enters the Port of Los Angeles.

As soon as the freighter was stabilized, several cars appeared at the port and dozens of staff in customs and police uniforms got out of the cars.

"Check!"

Customs officers boarded the ship.

A container was opened, revealing wooden boxes filled with wine. The boxes were opened and the sawdust was removed to reveal bottles of wine.

"Boss, it's French red wine."

The supervisor looked at the entire container and nodded. "It seems that what the informant said is correct. Seize it and inspect it thoroughly."

The staff got busy.

All the wooden crates were moved into the port warehouse and piled up like a mountain. After careful inspection, they were found to contain various brands of top-quality French red wine.

Mouton,

Latour,

Petrus,

Margo,

There are also a large number of second-tier brands.

Four hundred and thirty cases in total, more than 2,500 bottles.

"Supervisor, I have counted them all. They are all French red wines with a total value of over $250,000. Their customs declaration documents stated that these goods are toys and fishing gear. The goods and the documents do not match at all."

At this time, toys and fishing gear are duty-free items in the customs tax list.

If taxed, these smuggled goods would probably have to pay more than 80 percent of import duties.

This means that the total value of this batch of goods exceeds US$450,000.

"What did the freighter manager say?" the supervisor asked.

“He said he had no idea.”

The supervisor sneered twice, "He's a very good scapegoat. We'll detain him first and confiscate the goods. We'll report it to the higher-ups and see how they handle it."

......

When Fred, the leader of the Jewish gang, learned that the batch of red wine was seized by customs, he was so angry that he almost smashed the phone.

That's $250,000 worth of merchandise.

The selling price is over 450,000.

He was certain that this was definitely the work of other gangs, otherwise the customs would not have been able to check so accurately and the goods would have been seized before they even entered the port.

This matter is too big.

Fred thought about it and picked up the phone again.

Listen to the ringing tone of the phone.

Fred was very nervous. He had failed and didn't know how the boss would deal with him.

The call was connected.

A deep male voice came from the microphone.

"Who is it?"

Fred unconsciously became nervous, "Mr. Siegel, it's me, Fred."

"What's wrong Fred?"

Fred carefully told the other party that the smuggled wine had been seized by customs. When Fred finished speaking, an angry voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Fred, you have disappointed me so much. You have been so weak. All I have seen these days is that you have done nothing. Now I order you to take action and suppress them for me."

"As for the wine, I will try to negotiate with the customs and maybe I can get it back, but it will cost a lot of money, you know!"

Fred was scolded so much that he lowered his head and dared not say a word.

Hang up the phone.

Fred clenched his fists.

He knew that his boss needed money right now and had even secretly withdrawn some of the company's funds. He had told him before that he should make as much money as possible during this period, but now he had messed up the business, so it was no wonder that the boss was so angry.

He ordered someone to call the second-in-command, Alan Payne.

"Allen, our goods were seized by the customs. Boss Siegel is very angry and told us that we must do something. What do you think?"

Allen Payne thought about it.

"First, activate the action team and launch a revenge operation against the Irish. Second, since normal business has been affected, increase the profit commission and let your subordinates do their job well. Third, encourage your subordinates to take action. Originally, the profit share of their respective actions was 40% to 60%, but we can increase it to 30% to 70%."

Revenge is definitely necessary, and the arrogance of the Irish must be curbed, otherwise they will become even more rampant.

Now that business is affected, increasing the commission as an incentive bonus will probably make my subordinates do a better job.

As for private actions, they are generally the actions of the subordinates to make money on their own. Casinos, usury, controlling bars, and brothels are gang businesses. As gang members, there are many other ways to make money, such as theft, robbery, kidnapping, and extortion, which are all profitable businesses.

Before, when gang members went out to do business, the profits were split 40% with the gang and 60% with the individuals. Payne proposed raising it to 30% and 70%, which would probably motivate those guys more.

"Okay, it's decided. You go and call all the supervisors and district leaders together and hold a meeting this afternoon to assign them tasks." Fred made the final decision.

Hadi received a notice and went to the headquarters for a meeting.

In the conference room,

Fred sat in the main seat.

Next to him sat Alan Payne, the second-in-command.

There were more than twenty leaders sitting below.

Hardy knew some of the people here, such as the warehouse manager and several other block leaders, but he was meeting many of them for the first time, such as the casino manager, the manager in charge of smuggling, the manager in charge of usury business, and the block leaders who were far away.

Many of these people were seeing Hardy for the first time and they all looked at him curiously.

Fred scowled.

"There have been a lot of things happening recently, with the Irish joining forces with other gangs and clashing with us. Pubs, nightclubs, casinos, lorries have been attacked and we have suffered heavy losses."

"Today, a container of red wine we shipped from France was seized. I guess it must have been the work of other gangs, causing us to suffer heavy losses."

The others listened to Fred's speech, no one dared to speak, and they all listened quietly.

But they know,

The boss must have an important decision to make by calling everyone over.

"Three!"

Fred held up three fingers.

"This time the red wine container was inspected, and the other party knew the timeline and even the container number clearly. There must be a mole here."

The supervisor in charge of smuggling looked very unhappy.

He did not betray the organization, but problems occurred in the area where he was responsible, and he could not deny the blame.

"Williams, I will send someone to investigate this matter with you. We must find out the traitor, find out all the circumstances, and then~sink him into the sea!"

"That mole cost us over $500,000!"

Fred said through gritted teeth.

Smuggling supervisor Williams quickly stood up and said, "Yes, Boss, I will do this and catch that bastard!"

......