At the same time, a sub-stronghold of the Russian gangsters. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Anatony sent the men out of the door, exchanged a few goodbyes, and then got into his car. Anatony stood in the doorway, watching them leave.

If Peter had been here, he might have noticed that the voices of these men were somewhat familiar.

It wasn't until they were sure they were far away that the smile on Anatony's face faded. And behind him, his younger brother was already pale.

"That's how we're going to agree to their terms?" Vladimir's words came out word for word from between his teeth. "We've worked so hard for so many years just to continue to be other people's lackeys?"

"And what are we now?" Anatony roared under his breath. "And what are we to Yusef?" He slammed the wall and turned to look at his brother. "Aren't we Yusuf's lackeys now?"

"But at least we still have dignity. The old guy is old and doesn't have any heirs. It's all going to be ours. "Vladimir really doesn't understand his brother's thoughts." Why should we destroy all of this with our own hands? ”

"Do you really think so?" Anatony said in a mocking tone. "Do you really think that old miser is going to give us everything he has because of this? Do you really think that what we want is something we can get by waiting? ”

"But why should we work with that guy?" Not to be outdone, Vladimir took a step forward. "Yusuf is at least strong, Yusuph's men, no, our men, but the most capable guys in all of New York. What does that guy have? He probably doesn't have as many people as we do. Why should we bow down to him? ”

"My brother, you have to understand." Anatony shook his head helplessly, turned and walked back through the door. "In New York, money is always more important than force, especially when you have that amount of money. Even if the Russian gangsters were twice as strong as they are now, we would only be able to hold out for two months at most if that person really wanted to deal with us. ”

"But how would his plan unfold without us? Why can't we ask for more power? We could have asked for more..."

However, before Vladimir could finish his words, Anatony turned abruptly.

"Enough!" Anatony roared, his eyes bloodshot.

Vladimir took a step back, he had never seen his always gentle brother so agitated. Anatony took two deep breaths and regained his composure before resuming his words.

"Do you really think our position is irreplaceable? Vladimir, use your brains. Anatony had a look of hatred on his face, but his tone still showed his doting affection for his brother. If he wanted to, he could triple the number of people he could control in a week. Not to mention that at least a quarter of the salaries of police officers in New York are paid by him! ”

Vladimir shook his head, as if he wanted to say something more, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Anatony.

"Don't be willful. If he can succeed without us, it will only take a little more time and resources. And then we won't end well. We take what we can get. The rest, we slowly go for it. ”

"The rest?" Vladimir asked suspiciously. "After we get it done this time, do we have anything else to fight for? As long as he doesn't go to the river and demolishes the bridge, we have to thank God, where is the opportunity to go further? ”

Anatony pondered for a moment before he could assemble the language that would convey his thoughts.

"That guy, he doesn't want the same things as we do. It is impossible for him to get too involved in the underworld and get too deep. But he needs to have enough control over the underworld. ”

"And if we prove our worth, we might be able to achieve a win-win situation." Anatony's tone became a little meaningful. "When we left Russia, we swore that we would live like kings. I haven't forgotten the oath we made then. ”

Vladimir finally laughed. Very good, the brother in front of him has not changed, just like himself, the blood in his heart is still boiling. Only such a person is worthy of his follow.

"And when are we going to do it?" Vladimir grinned. Now that Anatony has made a plan, all that remains is execution. And this step is what he likes the most.

"Just tonight. The hands are ready, and we will do it at dawn. Anatony said he had already made a plan. And Vladimir, on the contrary, was taken aback.

Anatony tends to be more conservative and steady, preferring to get fewer benefits than minimize risks. And such a hasty action is obviously not in line with his usual style of doing things.

"Do it so quickly?" He was a little confused. At this moment, Vladimir, on the contrary, turned out to be the more cautious of the brothers. "A lot of the brothers didn't get these new gears. We weren't fully prepared, and there were a lot of things that needed to be perfected in the plan. Besides, wouldn't it be better for us to wait for the Moretti family to come up with a result first? ”

"Don't forget, the longer we wait, the more risky it becomes." Anatoni's face was solemn, and he carefully explained to his brother why he had made this decision. In this period of crisis, he needs someone who can help in the big picture. "That guy Yusuf isn't a vegetarian either, and although he hasn't been as much in control of the gang as he used to be, it's only a matter of time before he finds out about our moves."

"And—" Anatony pulled a cigar out of his pocket, lit it off the ends, and took a big puff. Anyway, this matter is our vote. ”

"Vote for your name...", Vladimir finally came to his senses.

"That's right, this kind of loyalty is to be done earlier than the other party. Wait until it's done over there... It's too late for us. Anatony took another puff on his cigar and patted his brother on the shoulder. Okay, let's stop thinking about it, let's do what needs to be done. ”

"Got it!" Vladimir smiled and nodded. "I'm going to gather the men now."

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At five o'clock in the morning, in a mansion in Brooklyn, New York, the lights were still on in one room.

It is said that it is a mansion, but in fact, it is still a little exaggerated. The three-storey building covers an area of just over 400 square meters, and does not have the secluded gardens and wide lawns of those mansions that cost tens of millions of dollars, nor does it have the swimming pool that is a must-have for almost every mansion.

Yousuf was not a man who paid much attention to luxury and enjoyment, as can be seen in his wife. She used to be just a little pop star who coveted Yusuph's wealth and power. The appearance is not first-class, and the personality is not much better. And he still chose her as his wife, just because she was obedient enough.

At this time, this character, who can be regarded as shaking the sky when he sneezes in the New York underworld, is still awake at this time and is falling into deep thought.

Yusuf was almost sixty years old, and all-nighters were a considerable burden on his no longer youthful body. And right now, there's not much to do to keep him up all night to solve. But the last few nights, the chaotic thoughts and worries in his mind have kept him awake.

Recently, all the activities of the Russian gang have been quite successful in foreign affairs. The Colin family has given up most of their interests in the heart of New York City and has chosen to passively avoid war. Although the Moretti family inexplicably won a game a few months ago, they suffered a lot of losses in the next few rounds. And the way of playing with injuries for injuries, Russian gangsters are not afraid of anyone.

But the internal contradictions began to become more and more intense. Back then, it was a good idea to take in those two Russian brothers. Their followers are still among the most capable groups in all of New York, and their joining suddenly emboldened the Russian gang, which was still a small and medium-sized gang at the time, to negotiate directly with the big powers.

Without them, the Russian gangsters would have struggled for at least a decade to get to where they are today. But all this is not without a price.

With one victory after another, the two brothers have a higher and higher voice in the gang, even to the point of threatening their own authority. There are already a small number of people in the gang who ignore their existence and only follow the orders of the two of them. And this, he can't bear.

But now it's a little too late to get rid of the two brothers. Their influence has permeated every part of the gang, and if forcefully uprooted, the Russian gangs that have been mired in civil war are likely to collapse overnight.

It's time to think of a better solution, Yusuf pondered. He picked up the glass next to the table and took a sip of vodka. It's been a habit he's been in for years, and when he gets stuck in his thoughts, he'll take a sip of spirits to refresh himself until he's done with the problem, or he's drunk himself.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There was a loud knock on the door downstairs.