Chapter 191 Unauthorized Action Franos knew about Macrores's actions, after all, he had served as the family's hammer in those years, and one of the dangers: this action against Macrores was actually a hasty step taken without the consent of the Eastwood family. Indeed, he himself is a big boss made up of Nevada and Southern California.

At the same time, these bosses have the right to make their own decisions in many areas, as long as they pay a certain amount of income to the Eastwood family, the family does not strictly control them. But the gang rules are very strict. No leader or boss would dare to take such a drastic action without the permission of the family. The reason is simple. If a leader gets into trouble as a result, he will be deprived of immunity from litigation and punishment.

In addition, if he were to compete with the up-and-coming leaders in his own territory, he would not receive any support. He was denied any opportunity for "money laundering", so he had no money to prevent old age and provide for the elderly. Franos knew that he should ask Don and Alfred permission first.

It's a tricky thing to do. Moreover, he will take part of the 51 percent stake in the Grand Mansion Hotel left to him by Ilsa #Kenthal to invest in finance. The money was indeed his own, but it was about the Eastwood family's interest in the hotel. What's more, the Eastwood family earned it for him.

The idea that the Eastwood family has ownership of their subordinate property may seem strange to others is real. They would resent him for investing the money without consultation. Although their idea has no legal basis, it is very similar to a medieval etiquette: no baron can sell a castle without the king's approval.

In addition, the large amount of money used this time is also a factor. The Grand Mansion is worth at least $2 billion, and Franos inherited a 51 percent stake in Ilsa. But the $200 million he invested at first was extremely risky, and another $200 million was invested, for a total of $400 million. This economic risk is not trivial. The Eastwood family has always been known for being cautious and conservative, and in fact, they have to do so in order to survive in their circle.

Frans remembered something else. Years ago, the St. Alden and Eastwood families had a very good relationship, and the two families had been mainly involved in the financial industry, but the results were disappointing. After the bloodbath of the St. Alden family, Don #Eastwood ordered the termination of any such plans.

"Those guys are too cunning!" "Because of the high returns, they have nothing to fear," Tang said. We have to kill them to the fullest, but then we won't be able to master the tricks of doing business, and doing finance is much more complicated than selling drugs. ”

It wasn't until Kyle #Denson's brilliant mind that he gained a foothold on Wall Street.

No, Franos was secretly determined. As long as he makes such a request, he will definitely be vetoed, and it will be impossible to continue. Doing it on his own behalf, and then asking the Eastwood family to share in his gains, success can often justify the most shameless crimes. But if he fails, with or without prior consent, he is likely to be doomed. This raises the final suspicion.

Maxres is a little fox in the financial industry, because Franos's own sister Tina found him, but he can really invest! They are brewing a second Great Depression! But Marcres doesn't have the energy to organize such a large amount of money. Mainly because he is a friend of his sister - the husband of an important trader of the Luode Financial Consortium.

He threatened to kill his wife during this time, so the financial expert was terrified. It's like a mouse is afraid of her ex-husband when she sees a cat. I don't dare to go out at all, how can I do the work of funds.

Although she is not the chief dealer, this economic operation cannot tolerate a trace of failure, and her affairs make the whole team feel a little bad.

Yes! Franos felt that he should also get involved in other fields, which was actually quite in line with Don's strategy: "As long as it is beneficial, we will do it!" ”

At seven o'clock that evening, when Franos's cronies, Leah, Marbom and one of his warriors, arrived at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Maxime was waiting for them, ready to leave immediately. Makeres was dressed young and neat. He wears thick blue jeans underneath, a faded blue chinos shirt on top, and a white sweatshirt over it. He shaved his beard carefully, and the blonde hair on his head was combed back. His flushed complexion seemed to fade, and his face softened as a result. Leah, Marbohm, and his men showed Makreth a forged security company badge. Because Makres's ex-wife is the company that hired him.

Macrores was very unimpressed with these two men. Two underdeveloped dwarfs, one of whom spoke with a slight accent of country, presumably Mexican. They will not pose a threat to him. What the fuck are these private detective agencies, and look what kind of protection they give Jessica!

Leah said to Makres: "I know you want to drive your own car. I'll take your car, and my friend will drive along. Do you think it's okay? ”。

"Okay." Makreth said.

Beforehand they called him and lied to him, saying that his wife, Jessica, wanted to see him. Macrores agreed, and although he didn't say it explicitly, he felt that he should be able to get a sum of money. But he doesn't care about money, he fantasizes about making a gentlemanly move towards Jessica, but Jessica is afraid of him, so he can get her again! Yes, the hardest thing now is to see her, otherwise I would have been able to regain possession of that wonderful **.

The three of them stepped out of the elevator and reached the lobby when a local detective, Rocky, blocked their way. The detective, sitting on the couch by the fireplace, stopped them only by a hunch. He had been there to spy on Marcres's whereabouts, just in case, after all, Jessica's affairs were a bit big. At this time, he showed them his work card.

Makres looked at Lodge's ID card and said, "What the fuck do you want to do?" ”。

Lodge asked rhetorically; "Who are those two?".

"It doesn't have anything to do with you." Makreth said. Lodge looked at Leah and his companion closely, and they were silent.

"I'd like to have a few words with you alone." Lodge said.

Makrez pushes Lodge aside, but Lodge grabs Makrez's arm. Both of them were big men of great stature. Marcres was impatient and wanted to hurry away. He yelled at Rocky in exasperation, "Is Jessica's your lover?" I don't need to talk to you. If you don't let go, I'll kick you half to death. ”

Rocky let go of his hand. He wasn't intimidated, he was muttering to himself. The two men with Makeres looked very faced, and there must be something famous. He stepped aside, but followed them to the arcade, where the waiter would drive their car over. He watched as Maximes and Leah got into Maximres' car. The other man was nowhere to be found. Rocky noticed this and waited to see if another car would leave the parking lot, but it didn't.

It didn't help to keep up, and it wasn't necessary to notify the police to keep an eye on Makres' car. He wondered whether he should tell the prosecutor about it, and he should be excused. One thing is clear. If Marcres had done anything out of the ordinary, he would have regretted insulting Lodge today.

The car traveled a long distance, and Macrores kept complaining, asking, and even threatening to go home. But Leah's words reassured him.

Leah told him that the destination was Jessica's hunting house in the mountains of Nevada, and that they would follow the instructions and spend the night there. Jessica hopes that the meeting will go ahead without any sense of the fact that everyone will be satisfied. Macrores was puzzled. What could she do to resolve the resentment she had forged over the past decade? Wouldn't she be so stupid as to think that a night of affection and a bundle of bills would soften his heart? Did she think he was simple-minded? Marcres has always admired Jessica's ingenuity, but maybe she's just a Wall Street tycoon with no one in her eyes now, thinking that she can buy everything with her own ** and money? However, what haunted him was Jessica's peerless appearance. After all these years, she finally had to smile at him, seduce him, and be at his mercy. No matter what happens, he can't give up tonight.

When Makrez threatens to go home, Leah is not in a hurry. He knew that there were three cars following him, that there was a response along the way, and that he had received instructions from Franos beforehand. As a last resort, he just had to kill Maxres. However, the directive made one thing clear: Macrores must be killed immediately and no other harm should be done.

The car drove into the open gate, and Maxres was amazed at the size of the hunting house. It looks like a small hotel. He slipped out of the car door and stretched out his arms and legs. There were five or six cars parked next to it. Macrores muttered to himself for a while.

Leah led Macrores to the main entrance and opened it for him to enter. Just then, Macrores heard several more cars driving into the driveway. He turned away, presumably Jessica had arrived. He saw three cars stopped. Two people walked out of each car. Leah then led him through the main entrance of the hunting house and into the living room, where there was a large fireplace. There was a man sitting on the couch waiting for him, a man Makeres had never met. This person is Frans #Mitnik.

What followed happened so fast. Makres asked exasperatedly, "Where's Jessica?" Then two men twisted his arms, and two others put their guns to his head, and Leah, who was an apparently amiable man, grabbed his legs, and he fell to the floor.

Leah said, "If you dare not do what we say, you will die." Don't struggle. Lie down honestly. ”

Another man shackled Marcress. Maxres was dragged to his feet and stood, facing Franos. The men had unloaded Macres' weapons, so he felt isolated and helpless, a feeling that took him by surprise. The shackles locked his feet, and he couldn't use even eighteen kinds of martial arts. But he still held out his arm to at least punch the little bastard, and Leah took a step back, his arm out of sight despite a jump on his legs.

Leah looked at him coldly, contemptuously. "We know you're passionate about using violence." Leah said, "But now it's time for you to use your brain." Here, no amount of effort is in vain. ”

Marcres seems to be obedient. He racked his brains for thought. If they had intended to kill him, they would have done so long ago. Right now, they seem ready to coerce him into agreeing to do something. Okay, he'll agree. He'll be careful in the future. One thing he knew was that Jessica had nothing to do with it. Makrez ignored Leah and turned towards the man sitting on the couch.

"Who the fuck are you?" Makeres asked.

"I've got a couple of things I need you to do, and then you can go back," Franos said. ”

"If I'm not happy, you're going to torture me, aren't you?" Marcres laughed out loud. He began to suspect that it was a shot from some Hollywood movie, a low-grade film that the studio wanted.

"No, it won't!" Frans said slowly, "I won't torture you. No one will touch a single hair of you. I want you to sit down at the table and write me three letters. The first letter was addressed to the Rods Investment Company, promising never to go near their place. The second letter is addressed to Jessica #Mario, apologizing to her for what you did and vowing that you will never approach her again. The third letter is addressed to the police station, acknowledging that you have bought a weapon and are preparing to attack your ex-wife again. It's simple."

Macrores staggered forward, but was thrust hard by one of Franos' men, and fell on all fours on the couch behind him.

"Don't touch him!" Frans snapped.

Macrores stood up with the help of his arms.

Franos gestured to the desk, on which was a stack of papers.

"Where's Jessica?" Makeres asked.

"She's not here." Franos said, "Except for Leah, everyone is out of here. The others walked out the door.

"Sit down at the table." Franos said to Maxreis. The latter did as he was said and sat down at the table.

Franos said to him, "I want to have a serious talk with you. Don't be brave anymore. I want you to do what I say. Don't do anything stupid. Your hands can move freely, which may give you the illusion that you can be in a position to be in power. I just need you to write these letters, and you will be free. ”

Makrez said contemptuously, "Hell you." ”

Franos turned to Leah and said, "Don't waste any more time. Kill him. ”

Franos spoke in a steady tone, but inadvertently revealed a bit of murderous intent. It was at that moment that Macrores felt fear for the first time since he was a child. He began to realize the intentions of these people in the hunting house, all of whom were used against him. Leah hasn't done it yet. "Okay, I'll write," Makeres said. He took a piece of paper and began to write on it.

Makres is very cunning and writes with his left hand. Like some elite athletes, he is almost equally agile with both hands. Franos walked over and stood behind him watching. Feeling ashamed of his cowardice, Maxime pressed his feet against the floor. Confident that his body was in good harmony, he suddenly put the pen in his right hand, jumped up and plunged at Franos's face, trying to blind the bastard. His arms swung and his whole body leaped to his feet, and strangely enough, Franos dodged with ease. Marcres was still unwilling and wanted to move his shackled feet.

Franos looked at him calmly and said, "It's one and the same. You've tried it once. Put the pen down and give me the paper. ”

Leah walked out of the hunting house and ran for hundreds of yards to another place. Sosa was waiting for him. He looked at the two pieces of paper and said in disgust, "This is written with my left hand." I can't imitate the handwriting of my left hand. Franos knows this. ”

"Look again," said Wazi, "and he tried to hold the pen Zaflanos in his right hand." ”

Sosa looked at it carefully for another long time. "Yes!" "This guy is a fake left-hander," he said. He played a trick on you. ”

Leah took the paper, ran back to the hunting house, and went into the study. Maximis was lying on the couch, his shackled feet resting on the armrests, smiling and looking happily at the ceiling.

"These letters are useless!" "He wrote with his left hand, but experts say he's not left-handed," Leah said. ”

Franos said to Macres: "I think you are too good, I can't help you." I can't scare you, I can't make you do what I say. I throw in the towel. ”

Maximes got up from the couch and said viciously to Franos: "But what I say is true. But no one knows her as well as I do. She's a bitch! ”

Franos doesn't care what happens to Jessica, he cares if his investment can be recovered.

Said calmly: "You don't know her. You don't know me either! He came to the door and gestured. Four men walked in. Immediately afterwards Franos turned to Leah: "You know what I want. If he is not willing to give, it ends up with him. With that, he walked out.

Leah breathed a sigh of relief. He admired Frans and had been willing to be his subordinate for so many years, but Franos seemed to be too patient. It is undeniable that all the leaders of the Black Hands have extraordinary endurance, but they know how to do it in moderation. Leah suspects that Franos #Mitnik's surname has an American weakness that might prevent him from doing great things.

Leah turned to Makres and said gently, "You and I, start now." He turned to the four men and said, "Lock his arms and be careful." Don't hurt him. ”

The four men lunged at Makres. One of them pulled out a pair of handcuffs. In an instant, Macrores was incapacitated. Leah grabbed him, and he knelt on the floor with his legs, and the others pressed him, not allowing him to move.

(To be continued)