Five days later.

His men reported to Dani that a Colombian wanted to see him. Dani thought that the other party had finally come and he must find out what happened.

"Send him in quickly."

The man stood in front of Dani and said unkindly, "General Gustavo asked me to bring you a few words."

"What?"

"You stole our goods and killed our people. We will not let you go." The man's tone was harsh, as if he was issuing a kill order.

Dani was shocked and said in a hurry, "How could I have stolen your goods? It was obviously you who did it. The military advisor I sent to trade with was killed, all my men were killed, and the 300,000 US dollars I brought with me was stolen. I now suspect that it was you who did it."

The visitor shook his head.

"I don't know about these. The general only asked me to inform you that the compensation of 500,000 US dollars can still be negotiated. If you disagree, the general will send someone over. Mr. Dani, just wait to accept our revenge."

Dani got angry after hearing this.

Damn,

Why are you putting all the blame on me?

Now Dani really wants to talk to General Gustavo face to face and make everything clear, even if it's just a phone call.

Unfortunately, it was 1946 and there was no international long-distance connection to Colombia.

Ignore each other?

General Gustavo was a very powerful general in the Colombian military, commanding tens of thousands of troops. If he really sent someone to kill him, he would definitely not be able to stop him with just his men.

But the other party wants 500,000.

Where can I get 500,000 yuan now?

And this time I am also the victim.

Dani just felt extremely depressed.

Trying hard to suppress his anger, Dani said to the Colombian: "Please tell General Gustavo that there is a misunderstanding. I will go to Colombia to explain to him in person when the time is right. Our business will continue and many things can be discussed."

The Colombian nodded, turned and left the office.

Dani sat quietly on the sofa.

He reached for the cigar, which trembled in his hand.

"Vak~!"

......

At this moment, Hardy was on a plane to Las Vegas.

He was going to meet Siegel and give him the proceeds from the robbery.

By the way, he also wanted to talk to Siegel about something.

Hardy has been thinking these days that since he has chosen the path of the underworld, he must continue on this path.

If you want to grow and develop, you must have your own territory and some fixed income to support more subordinates.

Robbery alone won't do.

Today in Los Angeles,

Irish territory is mainly concentrated in the old city.

The Jewish gang is in the more developed new urban areas.

The Spanish were near Hollywood.

The Chinese are mainly concentrated around Chinatown and rarely go out.

As for other small gangs, they are not influential at all.

In the past few days, Hardy has been thinking that if he wants to have greater power, he must have a suitable territory. The Irish territory is not good, and the Irish are very strong, making them the toughest bone to chew.

Become the boss of a Jewish gang?

Seniority is the rule everywhere, and the Jewish gang is under the control of the Mafia, so there are too many entanglements, so it is very difficult for him to become the boss.

Hardy set his sights on the Spanish gang.

Although the Spanish gang has a small territory, it has a good geographical location and controls the Hollywood region. Its future development will only get better and better.

If he destroys the Spanish gang, seizes their territory, and builds his own sphere of influence, his strength will be greatly enhanced.

There is no need to have too many disputes with the internal forces of the Jewish Gang.

Next,

It all depends on what Siegel thinks.

"Guys, we're about to land. Are you all fastened up? Don't say I didn't warn you. If you don't wear your seat belts, you might get thrown out when you land."

The pilot turned around and shouted to the dozen or so passengers behind him.

Hadi thought,

Today's airlines have really good service attitude.

The plane is small and can only carry eighteen or nineteen passengers.

It was very bumpy in the sky and the propeller was extremely noisy. The riding experience can only be described as terrible.

But this is the fastest way to travel now.

You can also drive from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, taking Interstate 15, which is 480 kilometers and takes about half a day.

You can also take the train, but it is slower and the journey takes about 1 day.

Hardy checked his seat belt; he didn't want to be thrown out by the violent pilot.

Bang~!

Bang! Bang!

After a violent shaking and clanging, the plane finally stopped. Hardy just got off the plane with his suitcase. A young man in a suit came up to him and said, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Jon Hardy?"

"It's me."

"Mr. Siegel sent me to pick you up. The car is here," said the young man.

Hardy looked at the young man. His memory was very strong now and he had some impression of this young man in his mind. When he went to Siegel's house, he had seen him among the guards.

The two got in the car and drove towards downtown Las Vegas.

Hardy looked out the window. Both sides were filled with earth-gray gravel, with a few withered and yellow thatch grasses here and there. It was a desolate scene.

It wasn't long before the car entered the city.

In his previous life, Hardy had been to Las Vegas, the 21st century gambling city with bright lights, tall buildings everywhere, bustling and decadent life.

In Hardy's eyes, today's Las Vegas cannot be called a city at all. It is at most a town, with buildings mainly concentrated on both sides of the highway.

In 1829, a group of Mexican businessmen discovered the water-rich Las Vegas Basin and named it "Las Vegas", which means "grassland" in Spanish.

Decades later, gold was discovered in Nevada. The gold rush attracted a large number of people and Las Vegas became a town.

In 1905, when trains were connected, Las Vegas became an important node and was upgraded to a city with a population of more than 3,000 people.

During the Great Depression in the United States, Nevada passed a bill to legalize gambling. A few years later, the Hoover Building was built, providing abundant electricity for this area. Subsequently, a highway connecting to Los Angeles was opened, allowing this area to develop rapidly.

All right,

The so-called rapid development means that some tourists come here to gamble.

There are no more than 20,000 local people here now, and no more than 50,000 tourists come here every year. These are the data that Siegel told Hardy.

Siegel's ideal is to build the most luxurious casino in the United States here, attracting 100,000 tourists to spend money every year.

Although in Hardy's eyes this place is not as good as a town in later generations, he knows that its development is amazing.

60 years later, the population here reached 550,000, and the number of tourists peaked at over 40 million.

Although there is no gold here anymore, in Hardy's view, this is a huge gold mine with abundant reserves.

There is an endless supply of gold.

Now there is only one main road here, which is Las Vegas Street. Most of the buildings on both sides are two or three stories high, with some small casinos and entertainment venues, and there are large tracts of vacant land behind them.

In the future, these lands will be turned into buildings with huge potential for appreciation. If you have money, you can buy a piece of land here and do nothing. In a few years, someone will buy it at a high price and it will be easy to make several times the profit.

But there's no rush now.

The appreciation of land value in Las Vegas had to wait until Siegel's casino was successful and everyone saw the huge profits and flocked to invest.

The car stopped in front of a huge construction site.

The driver said to Hardy, "Mr. Hardy, Mr. Siegel is at the construction site. I'll take you there to find him."

Hardy followed the driver inside and saw Siegel in an open space.

There was a huge parasol above his head, a round table and several stools underneath, and Siegel was sitting with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

"Mr. Siegel."

Hardy came closer and called out.

Siegel turned to look at Hardy, smiled and said, "Hardy, look at what I'm doing here. I'm working very hard. In the future, this will become the most perfect casino in the United States, or even the world."

Hardy looked in the direction Siegel pointed.

It was a wasteland with countless construction materials piled up on the ground. Several bulldozers were working hard to shovel the earth, causing the dust to fly all over the construction site.