The three Midley Street gangs essentially rule more than a dozen neighborhoods in the neighborhood, and the Kingsway gang in Amrath is the strongest of the three.

Amrath can fight, his IQ is not weak, he has served in the military, he has been on the battlefield, and he knows the importance of discipline.

The reason why the Jinwei Gang was able to change from a small gang to a big gang in just three years was because he learned the management methods from the employment training class.

He even knew that he had united the other two gangs to run the business together through the method of sharing profits, because if the three gangs were in a fight, he would win badly, and he didn't know if he could win.

This city, one day, will be under my power!

This is Amrath's dream.

He is also one of the few gangsters who understands what the law is, so he took a part of his profits early on and resolutely invested in people like lawyers.

He likes to watch The Godfather, and although he doesn't like Italians, good things should be learned.

It's just that, looking at the hundreds of big and small thugs under his hands, they know how to eat, drink and have fun all day long, rob money when they have no money, and get caught at every turn, which makes Amrath always frightened that these people will one day confess the big things he has done.

Grabbing twenty-five dollars on the street and stabbing a few people to death, Amrath felt that this kind of money was too slow, more like a low-end instinct of the gangsters, the real gangsters, all in suits and upright cups talking about tens of millions of dollars of business, their turf is on Wall Street, in Washington.

At one end of Midley Street, the Kingway Nightclub occupies a large area, with four floors on the ground and two floors underground, with exits on all sides, and a row of car repair shops on the south side, specializing in handling the modification of picked up cars.

Business here is always good, but it's mostly African-American, and there are a lot of celebrities and celebrities, football stars, and other athletes who are not.

They will also bring a number of female companions to experience the most luxurious nightclub on Midley Street.

Although it looks like an old building, the interior is quite good. The sound of dogs and horses, drunk and golden, are not enough to describe the luxury here.

Every day, the turnover here is more than a million dollars, but only a small part of it pays taxes, and there is a secret casino in the basement.

Every night, it's always a night of fraternities, like Halloween, and the people who stay in the nightclub are mainly to maintain discipline, and more people are out there to wander around the neighborhoods.

On the second floor, there was a row of half-open private room seats, and one of them sat Amrath and a few younger brothers, with his feet crossed and a glass of blood-red wine in front of him: "Haven't found the three of them yet?" ”

A younger brother shook his head: "The phone can't get through, it's all turned off." The positioning device of the car that drove away was also broken, I don't know where it is! ”

Amrath picked up the glass and drank the wine in one gulp, then lowered the glass heavily: "Where is their house?" ”

"Said I didn't go home!"

Lawyer Obama had already called others in the afternoon to inform them that they had been released, but so far they have not seen the three men come back to report.

What to do with the evening mission?

Hassan was the only one who had ever seen the Asian American.

Amrath was so annoyed that he almost drew his gun.

There is no discipline at all, if you are in the Marine Corps, such a person will be tortured by the instructor to cry!

Gangsters are gangsters, and it's much more difficult to manage than normal people.

The whole thing was so weird that Amrath looked down from the second floor.

The music was loud and the lights were shining, and I obviously felt that it was very lively below, but I saw a piece of white teeth and eyeballs fluttering in the air.

It's like Halloween!

"You can't rely on your eyes to count the quality of your business!" Amrath sighed in his heart, and took out an infrared telescope and looked around.

His two partners each occupied a corner, hugging a few chicks and laughing while drinking.

The ballroom in the middle was already packed with dancers, the laser lights were flashing, and the floor was shaking with loud music.

"Go and ask them to come up for a moment." Amrath said to the younger brother.

Tim, the boss of the Tutu Gang, the second largest gang on Midley Street, heard that the name comes from a small town in Tim's hometown.

Gigi, the boss of the Gigi Gang, the third largest gang on Middled Street, is his name.

The income of the Jinwei nightclub is 60% for Jinwei, 20% for the Tutu Gang, and 20% for the Jiji Gang. Their role is not to make it bad.

So far, because of this relationship, the three gangs have basically been able to unite with the outside world to deal with those white-skinned pigs, yellow-skinned pigs, the Mo gang, the Russians, the Italians and Arabs, and the South Americans.

Los Angeles, the situation is very complicated, the land of four wars, gold everywhere, and the black family will fight!

"Hey! Amrath, brother, how are you? Gigi went to the private room and punched Amrath with it.

Then Tim also punched.

The younger brothers brought more wine and tobacco and closed the door of the private room so that they could hear each other's voices.

"We're doing a good business." Amrath poured wine for the two of them and asked, "Have you heard anything lately?" ”

"There's always a lot of rumour."

"You know," Amrath said, looking at the two of them, "there will always be people who want to sabotage our business, and I want you to be vigilant. ”

"Do you know something?"

"Mafad has been killed, and we haven't found the killer yet."

"So what can we do?" Gigi asked, "Looking for someone?" ”

"No, I know where the person is, I'll catch it in a while."

Tim nodded, "It's your gang's business, poor Mafad, what does he look like?" ”

What does Ma'fat look like?

To be honest, Amrath can't remember exactly.

Amrath looked at his watch, the time was almost up, and now he didn't have time to wait for Hassan and them, these bastards, where might they be drunk and probably won't be back until tomorrow.

Amrath knew that the most sleepy time for real people was in the early hours of the morning, but he didn't want to wait that long, and it was okay to send someone to arrest someone at this time.

This plan has already been arranged, and there is no reason to cancel it because the three bastards didn't come back. He nodded to his younger brother and motioned for him to go.

What he was going to send were four old brothers who had followed him for many years, who could also be said to be comrades-in-arms, and really comrades-in-arms who had carried guns and been trained together.

Among the gangsters, it is equivalent to the existence of elites, elite gangsters, and even the gangsters in the gang know that the boss Amrath has his own core team.

Four people in a car, it is enough to tie two people back, put people in the trunk, and tie their mouths and hands with duct tape to stun, which are all basic skills that have been trained.

…...

The four elite thugs went into the underground garage and opened a tool room, from which they retrieved some equipment needed for the operation, weapons, hoods, flashlights, knives, grenades, and stunner tape.

They all changed into black tights and floral shirts, and turned into the parking lot through a secret door, where a car was parked, one got into the car, and the other took out a fake license plate from the trunk to attach it to the front and back.

"Hardway, I feel like there's something missing." A black man stood there, frowning.

"St. Barnia's Hospital Intensive Care Area 607, this information should be correct."

"But where did Hassandis and Little Russ go?"

"Who knows, the lawyer said that they were gone a long time ago, and that gangsters are gangsters, not things that are not on the table! Let's get in the car, Wyss. ”

"Signal jammer!" The black man Weiss said suddenly.

"Want that?"

"Well, take it, it might work," said the black man named Hardway, with a little majesty, "Marouda, go and fetch it." ”

Maruda was just about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Weiss stopped him.

"How?" Maruda looked at him suspiciously, "What do you think of again?" ”

"This dress is not good, go and see if there is a white coat." Weiss tugged at his shirt and shook his head, "This dress is easy to find. ”

Hardway nodded: "Makes sense." He pushed the door open and got out.

"White coats? Do we have this thing? Maruda asked with a frown.

"Gotta ask the prop room, they offer all kinds of uniforms. Piru, have you ever seen a white coat? ”

The black man named Piru threw two license plates into the trunk, and when he heard him asked, he looked up and thought for a while: "I know that the nurse's uniform is there, but the doctor's ......"

"There must be, nurses and doctors don't feel the same. Customers have needs. Maruda affirmed.

"Go get it."

Hardway knew that in order for the move to run smoothly, it was necessary to be prepared in advance.

It's only 9:30, so there's plenty of time.