Arthur is quite short of money now, and Schmidt, an old ghost, has been saying that he will pay bonuses, but he has not paid them until now.

Montolo took out his wallet from his pocket, sponsored Arthur a hundred dollars, and said, "I will notify you when Dior has the goods, and let you get it as soon as possible... Oh no, have someone send it to you. ”

Christian Dior was in charge of transportation in the family, and his business included roadblocks and thefts. As one of the largest ports in the world, New York has a huge cargo throughput every day. While the mafia has a monopoly on transportation, it is also on the watchful side, stealing high-quality goods from all over the world. While profits can't be compared to drugs and gambling, theft, as the oldest crime subject, always brings some surprises.

Arthur nodded, thought about it, and said, "Don't let people send it to me, it's not good, I'll get it myself." By the way, there is one more important thing for you to say, there is a man named Balmond......"

At the mention of Barmond, Montolo held his chin and thought for a while, and finally remembered the Mexican man who had been with Luthor many years ago when he went to the police station to bail Luthor out on bail. That little gangster has now become a powerful gang leader in Queens. Arthur asked Montolo to contact Barmond to arrange a meeting to discuss distribution channels.

Montolo looked embarrassed, he buckled his chin, and said: "The drug business in Manhattan is all stuck in the hands of the Gandolfil family, we have a fixed share, and we will share a sum of money and some goods. But if you talk directly to the distributors below... There will be big trouble. ”

The Gandolfil family controls nearly half of the drug supply in the entire New York metropolitan area, equivalent to the largest Tier 1 agent in New York. There are many second- and third-level dealers below, and these dealers have to take goods from the Gandolfil family to sell. The Luciano family also has a part of the drug business, which is sourced from the Gandolfil family and has its own channels. But the Luciano family's business only covers their own territory, unlike Gandolfil's tentacles that spread throughout the New York area.

If Bamond and the Luciano family were to negotiate, it would mean directly grabbing the first-level agency in the New York area with the Gandophile family. Montolo had just been recognized by the Gandolfer family yesterday, and he was so quick to confront the Gandolfil family in his core business, he was beating the drum in his heart, and he didn't know what Arthur was thinking about in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just going to let you get in touch with Bamond and build some friendships and relationships. We need to do some preparation for the future. There is no such thing as an immortal empire in this world, is there any? Also, don't let anyone know about this except Russell. Anyone! With that, Arthur shook Montolo's hand and bowed to him.

Montolo accepted Arthur's salute, and it was clear that Arthur still didn't trust Dio. The fat man waited a little impatiently next to him, and kept kicking a garbage bag, and finally kicked the garbage bag open, and the stinking kitchen waste leaked out and splashed him.

“Fuck！” Dio cursed, shook his foot, and went back to the kitchen through the back door to get a rag and wipe his shoes.

Arthur and Montolo returned to the back kitchen, and Dior and Arthur took a picture. Before arriving, Montolo told Dior that there were some things to discuss with Tony's nephew, which had to do with the ownership of the restaurant. Dio believes that Luciano's restaurant is owned by the entire family and will not go to Arthur's name because of Tony's disappearance. Seeing Arthur, Dio raised his chin, grabbed Arthur's shoulder and rubbed it twice, and said, "Do a good job, being a cook, it's a promising profession." ”

With that, Dio swaggered out the back door, he must have thought that Montolo had taken care of Arthur, and the ownership of the restaurant was taken over by the entire family.

Arthur snorted coldly, not bothering with the fat man. He listened and vaguely heard the conversation between Montolo and Dior outside:

"What did you say to Arthur inside......"

“… Not... Didn't say..."

“… You don't talk nonsense..."

"I see..."

Then, the three of them left.

……

Abramo drove Angelo to school early in the morning.

Angelo was sullen all the way, the so-called knowing son Mo Ruo's father, Abramo knew that his son was unhappy not because he suspected that his father was a mafia, but because his father forbade him to drive to school. Some time ago, Angelo was arrested by the police for drunk driving, and Abramo had a relationship at the police station to fish him out, otherwise he would definitely be punished if he stabbed him at school.

But Angelo didn't think he was doing anything, he said that his classmates at school did it, some of them smoked marijuana, and he was lucky enough to be caught after just taking two sips of beer. Abramo was quite angry and confiscated his car keys and did not allow him to drive to school again. This makes Angelo, who is used to having a car to travel, very crazy, how can he pick up girls without a car at school?

When he arrived at the school, seeing that Angelo was still unhappy, Abramo said that he would return the key to him next week, and asked him to behave well at school this week, Angelo turned cloudy, grinned and showed snow-white teeth, and kissed Abramo on the cheek and went to school.

"I'll pick you up in the evening, Madison Garden Plaza, front row seats!" Abramo parted by reminding Angelo that he had spent a lot of money to buy those two tickets.

After his son left, Abramo sat in the car and sighed, blaming himself for being so ruthless that he was too spoiled and made him too willful. With such a character, you will definitely suffer if you leave school to survive in society in the future. But Abramo thought of his father's early death, did not enjoy much fatherly love, and suffered a lot, and he vowed never to let his children suffer the same pain.

Thinking of this, Abramo is no longer entangled, his mind is now much more transparent than before. Start the car, leave the school, and have something to do before watching the game in the evening.

A little more than an hour later, Abramo arrived at his destination, a common house on Staten Island. After parking his car in a parking lot, Abramo looked around to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary, and then got out of the car. Located in the southwestern part of the Jersey region, a small part of Abramo's port handling and transportation operations are located in the northeastern part of Staten Island, inherited from his father-in-law.

But the real owners here are the Gandolfil family, who started out in the transportation and gambling industries, and the island's large and small docks and truck fleets have the shadow of the Gandolfer family. In the past decade, they have replaced the Luciano family in Manhattan in one fell swoop and become the masters of the five major families. Their leader, Jackie Gandolfel, lives in this gray-roofed, red-walled mansion and controls the New York underworld.

Abramo walked through a beech forest through the meadow, cautiously came to the door of the house, and rang the doorbell. There was a "click" from the microphone of the access control, and Abramo said into the microphone: "It's me, Luca!" After a few moments, the door clicked open, and Abramo entered.

The hall of the house was dark, the windows were all closed, and the aqua blue curtains blocked out most of the sunlight. A well-dressed young woman walked down the stairs in front of her, and when she saw Abramo, she greeted her and said, "Jackie is upstairs in the study, I'll pour you something to drink, what do you want to drink?" ”

"Oh, soda will do, thanks."

The young woman slumped in her high heels and went to the kitchen to prepare drinks, while Abramo unbuttoned his coat to breathe a sigh of relief. He can't help but think of the plot in the movie "The Godfather 2", where Mike goes to Miami to meet with Hemen-Ross in person, and Hemen-Ross is the real murderer who sent someone to assassinate him.

Arthur reminded Abramo yesterday that "in order to defeat the enemy, it is necessary to know the enemy, and in order to understand the enemy, it is necessary to approach the enemy." ”

Abramo knew Jackie for years before he realized he didn't really know the man. Arthur was right, if you didn't know him well enough, how could you really defeat him?

Defeat Jackie Gandolfel, the underground emperor of New York.

Abramo settled down, walked upstairs quickly, came to the door of the study and gently slammed the door, and Jackie's voice came from inside, "Come in, Luca!" ”

Abramo pushed the door open, and the study was still dark. Jackie has a quirk, he is afraid of light and wind, so the windows of the house are always closed and the curtains are obscured. He doesn't like to go out during the day, and his activities are always at night, like a vampire, and like the nature of his job, he always hides in the dark and can't see the light.

But Jackie's voice was cheerful and loud, and he laughed when he saw him, and he stepped forward to pat Abramo on the shoulder and hugged him hard. Jackie is ordinary-looking, not as tall and cold as Abramo, with simple short hair, small eyes, a slightly hooked nose, and thick lips. The missing piece of his right front tooth looks a little funny, but those who know him well think that his front tooth is like a razor that can slit the throat of an enemy at any moment.

Abramo tried his best to relax and not let himself show his flaws, and what stood in front of him was the one who used himself and ordered to kill him, and Vera was killed by him.

And Jackie looked unusually relaxed, just like usual. If it weren't for the conclusive evidence that the Gandolfil family was behind the murder, Abramo would never have put the target of his suspicion on Jackie anyway.

After sitting down, the two chatted a few words, and the young woman knocked on the door and came in, handed Abramo soda, brought Jackie a glass of whiskey, and then obediently went out and closed the door.

Jackie took a sip of whiskey, the smile on his face disappeared, and he suddenly looked vicious. It's not the pretense of ugliness with bared teeth, but the ferocity that emanates from the inside out. He smacked his lips and said, "I already know about the shooting you were shot, the identity of the gunman is still being investigated, and it is estimated that more than one family is playing ghosts." ”

Abramo took a sip of soda, but he didn't know what it tasted like, his mind was spinning, he had calmed his anger, and all he had to do was to echo Jackie and make him let his guard down, convinced that he didn't know what was really going on.

"More than a wave of gunners came, and this time the losses were the heaviest ... I don't know how long I can hold out, three families are fighting against me, and I don't want my family to be hurt. I've lost a Vera. As he spoke, Abramo's eyes turned red, not a disguise, and he was indeed sad to think of Vera.

Jackie put his arm around Abramo's shoulder and comforted him, pretending to be sad: "It's stupid and barbaric that this kind of thing shouldn't involve the people around you." He drank the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, "Tony of the Luciano family is missing, Montolo was here yesterday, and I recognize him as the head of the family." This is an opportunity, a chance to finish off the Luciano family once and for all. ”

Over the years, Jackie has worked tirelessly to attack and weaken the Luciano family, as his brother was killed by Luthor.

Abramo clenched his fists, and he was even more convinced that Jackie was the mastermind behind the scenes, dedicated to instigating several family infighting, and finally came to the fisherman to profit. Abramo was originally an outcast, and since he didn't die, it was better to continue to use it. At the same time, Abramo is also sure that there must be internal ghosts in his family, and this method of killing the boss and supporting internal ghosts to control the other party's family is too slippery.

"I need more support, funding, manpower, intelligence. Also, the matter of the fund. "Abramo is going to keep playing with Jackie, and he's going to have to get more blood from Jackie.

Jackie got up, picked up a sticky note from the desk in the study, wrote a number, handed it to Abramo, and said, "Call this person, and I will give you a share of the gambling business." I've been working on something new lately, moving the gambling business to the Internet, have you heard of the Internet......"

Jackie sat down, lit a cigarette, and began to talk to Abramo like nobody, about his new ideas for the gambling business.

The room was still dark, and the sun outside was getting higher and brighter, but it was seldom able to shine through the aqua blue curtains into the room.