"You mean to get rid of Joe?" Paul's brow furrowed, Joe had more people at his disposal than he had, and his methods were more cruel than he was, Paul didn't think it was a good idea.

Although he had thought so before, it was only for the sake of thinking!!

Joe is nicknamed, full name 'Tony Alcardo,' and when Li Zitao first met William Dever, he was mentioned by name.

But if you want to convince Joe, the hope is even slimmer, as Capone's most trusted personal bodyguard, it can be said that he is the most loyal to Capone.

If he dares to show any thoughts of betrayal, the first person he wants to take out is this loyal bodyguard, Capone Dog, known as Batsman Joe.

He is called the 'batsman' because he always likes to brutally use baseball bats to deal with enemies.

"Of course, but it's up to you. Li Zitao relaxed his muscles and let his body sink deep into the soft goose down sofa, "I will help you in human hands." ”

"How many people?" Joe wasn't that easy to deal with, especially if the other party was already vigilant.

Li Zitao killed Frank and McGunn successively, which gave both of them an urgent sense of crisis, and the protection force around them was strengthened a lot.

There are more than 80 bodyguards in this private villa alone, inside and out, and it is precisely because of this that Paul and Li Zitao, who broke in silently and did not alarm anyone, sat here and talked calmly.

He was very jealous of the ability shown by the other party, and if it weren't for the other party's desire to use his power to integrate the forces that inherited Capone, he might have lost his life in his sleep.

Judging by the two successive contacts, it was not difficult for him to do this.

As soon as he thought of this possibility, Paul felt a chill in his neck and couldn't help but touch his neck with his hand to make sure it was still on his shoulder.

"100 people, you are in charge of weapons and ammunition, and there is also a very strong master, I know that Joe is good. Before he came, Li Zitao had already thought about letting Wang Dagou lead people to support Paul this time, of course, on the other hand, it was also to show his strength.

If he wants to receive the 'legacy' left by Capone, he can't rely on his strength alone, he can deter Paul Enka, but he doesn't have the time to scare the little bosses below one by one.

"Okay, when will your people arrive?" Paul Enka is not a good person, and since he has decided to betray, the sooner the better.

Daddy Johnny and Luciano are trying to find a way to rescue Capone, and although the chances are slim, he is still a little uneasy.

As long as Capone loses his last value and dependence, then Johnny and Luciano will not be working hard for him.

Reality is always cruel, and without the power to control Chicago, Capone is nothing more than a grumpy, mad dog that bites people when he sees them.

"Anytime. "His people are in District 22, and they only need Li Zitao's order to gather immediately.

"Tomorrow night, get your people to ......," Paul Rika's eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light, and he said his plan word by word.

Looking at the decisiveness and madness in his eyes, Li Zitao, who listened to the plan, smiled and nodded, "Then see you tomorrow night." ”

Watching him walk step by step towards the back door, Paul's mind flashed through countless thoughts, but until 5 minutes later, he did not hear any noise or gunshots, which made him sigh weakly, leaned back on the sofa in distraction, and sat until dawn.

"Sir. Before dawn, the butler and the servant got up early, but when they saw Paul, who looked haggard and sat on the sofa in a daze, the startled butler hurriedly stepped forward.

"I'll go take a shower first, and at 8 o'clock help me get Joe's call, invite him to Hans's bar for the evening, and say that I have something to talk to him about. Paul blinked, his wandering gaze refocused, and went upstairs after speaking to the butler.

He knew that as long as it was past today, his name would be associated with a traitor, but when facing that mysterious Asian nationality, that deep sense of powerlessness and inexplicable oppression made him dare not go against the other party at all.

Especially after what happened last night, neither when the other party came nor when he left, he didn't alarm the men and hounds outside, 'Oh, what a sad story. ’

Paul didn't know whether to blame his subordinates for being too wasteful, and he couldn't even find out that others had broken into the villa, or to secretly scold Li Zitao for being too perverted.

After taking a shower, Paul's somewhat drowsy mind calmed down again.

After breakfast, he went to Hans's Bar as usual, his office in Chicago and his new home base.

After dealing with the troubles in the business, and solving the thugs who have recently taken advantage of the chaos and wanted to grab the territory, the time has unconsciously reached dinner time.

Thinking of the agreement with Li Zitao, Paul stood up and said, "Blair, bring someone with me." ”

......

In two empty rooms in the block behind Hans's Bar, boxes of brand-new Chicago typewriters were distributed, and a line of 100 people scattered in the shadows around the house, waiting for the signal to attack.

In the car on the side of the street, Wang Dagou sat in the co-pilot, smoking cigarettes one after another, thinking of tonight's big scene, his heart was excited and nervous.

"Do you want a cigar?" The driver in the car was Blair, and when he saw Wang Dagou smoking one cigarette after another, he also became addicted to smoking.

However, he prefers cigars to cigarettes, because smoking them will make him more status and face, at least Blair thinks.

"Nope. Waving the Pirate brand cigarette in his hand, Wang Dagou couldn't help but recall what Li Zitao said before.

"Cigars? That thing is glued together with the saliva of the worker, are you sure that you are smoking a cigar, not adding someone else's saliva?" Li Zitao still knows a little about cigars, thanks to the popular science of a senior cigar fan.

Thinking of Li Zitao's disgusted expression when he said this, Wang Dagou lost interest in cigars, who knows whether the person who carried this cigar was a man or a woman.

Add saliva?

"It's almost time, why hasn't there been any movement yet?" As time goes by, communicating with these guys every day, Wang Dagou's English level is improving in a straight line.

"It should be soon, don't worry, we're going to do something big tonight. Meimei took a puff on her cigar, and Blair's cigarette almost enveloped the entire carriage.

A little embarrassed to fan with his hand, Blair just opened the car door and was about to go outside to smoke, when he saw a light flashing 3 times on the window on the second floor opposite.

"Ha, Jack, it's time for us to play. With the cigar still on the ground, Blair rubbed his foot back and forth, and in high spirits pulled a Thomson machine gun from his recoil.

"Shh~~" whistled, and the sturdy young men hidden in the shadows around the house, like hunters in the night, cats bent their waists, holding loaded machine guns in one hand, silently touched the back of the bar house.

"Who's there?" said Jim, who was guarding the back door of the bar, throwing away his cigarette and raising the muzzle of his gun to the wooden bar, while looking warily at Jimmy beside him.

He's Joe's man, and the boss had told them to be extra careful tonight before he came, and Paul might have other ideas, so Jim didn't let his guard down.

He seemed to see a shadow flashing outside the fence just now, but he wasn't sure, "Hey, Jimmy, did you just see that?" asked Jim tentatively.

"What?" Jimmy looked ahead blankly, looking like he didn't know anything.

"I just saw something outside, how about we go and see it?" Jim didn't feel comfortable handing his back to him.

"Okay, but I think it's feral cats, there are a lot of stray cats here. Jimmy said indifferently, not even grabbing the gun, casually hanging it on his chest.

His performance made Jim wonder if his boss was thinking too much, but the moment he turned his head, a huge figure rushed to him.

The last thing Jim saw was a fist that took over the entire line of sight, and Jimmy's treacherous and mocking smile.

"Hey, man, you're so cool!" Jimmy said with a thumbs up to the two big dogs who were as strong as himself.

"Look at him, and if you wake up, give him a kick, and maybe tomorrow he will be one of our people. Blair, who was following behind Wang Dagou, said with a smile.

"Of course, I'll be watching him, and there are a lot of people up there. Jimmy pointed to the back door, signaling them to be careful.

Wang Dagou stood sideways by the back door, two gunmen squatted in front of the gate, raising their guns to aim, and the monk and Samod also led people to stand on both sides of the back of the bar building.

When Wang Dagou waved his hand to open the gate, gunshots rang out, and the monk and Samod each rushed forward with 50 people, one left and one right.

"Gogogo, hurry up, hurry up. Blair urged excitedly, and those who didn't know thought he was going to rush forward!

But this guy just kept yelling, how obscene and obscene his actions were, and he kept hiding behind Wang Dagou's huge body, which was simply treating him as a meat shield.

Wang Dagou didn't mind, Li Zitao had already told him the purpose of tonight, and when he turned around and collected these people, he would hand them all over to him for training, and after today, he would have time to train this kid.

Clenched his fist viciously, his knuckles clicked under the pressure, and Blair felt an inexplicable chill enveloping him, and couldn't help but shrink his neck and look around blankly.

"FK, Paul, how dare you betray Capone. "In the room on the second floor, there were only two people, Paul and Joe.

At this moment, Paul was a little embarrassed, being chased by Joe and running around the room, the bridge of his nose had been cracked, and blood was coming out.

"Joe, you're dead tonight, you can't get out. Although he couldn't kill Joe, who was born as a killer, Paul didn't dare to stimulate him with words.

"FK, I'm going to beat you out, you damn Bichi, I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to fuck your lover, wait, you ......" Joe kept scolding, his long legs kept stepping forward, trying to catch Paul, who was fleeing like a monkey.

"What's the matter, Blair, who was raised by a son of a bitch, why hasn't he come yet?" Paul, who was chased by Joe and rolled on the ground, almost knelt down and begged for mercy, scolded in his heart.

In order to reassure the suspicious Joe, he agreed to have the other man's men search, neither of them carrying weapons, no men, only the two of them talking in the room.

Joe, who is very confident in his own strength, will agree to this conversation, believing that if Paul wants to play tricks, he can kill him with his fists as soon as possible.

The truth is that Paul is really going to be killed now, and when Joe grabs him by the collar, lifts him up, and clenches his fists to give him a full face, Paul really feels like he's dead.