It was already morning when George returned to the villa, and the trip was very fruitful. Not only has a solid recruitment channel for security personnel been found.

There is also a stable cash flow, although the mafia derives most of its income from drug trafficking, but in fact, the most profitable business at this stage is the smuggling business.

His plan for the mafia is to gradually divest the low-end criminal business at hand, although the profits from drug trafficking can bring tens of millions of dollars a year.

However, the risk is too high, and there are high protection fees, and the gains outweigh the losses.

After the end of World War II, the U.S. economy took off, and with the implementation of social welfare policies, the national income increased significantly.

Construction, real estate, finance and other fields go hand in hand.

The mafia has an abundance of cash, and even if it goes to post-war Europe, which is in ruins, it can buy a lot of high-quality resources.

He just wants to rely on gangster resources to help him get a stable lottery with cash, as for the mafia is not black, what does it matter to him? If you don't accept it, you will be convinced.

The school district has a wave of speculation, and the finance is engaged, with the knowledge of his previous life, is it not more cost-effective than selling white powder heads pinned to the waistband of his trousers?

When George opened the door, he had already beckoned the staff in charge of guarding the door to go back to rest, and he was naturally not afraid of any danger when he came back.

As soon as he entered, he felt a fiery gaze looking at him.

Virginia wore a silk nightdress, her hands tightly held as if she was worried about something, and the squeezing of her hands made the curves of her already plump breasts even more majestic.

Seeing George coming in, he jumped up from the sofa with joy, and a charming smile bloomed on his originally sad face. The whole room lit up.

Running two steps and plunging into his arms, his hands clasping him tightly.

When he smelled the faint smell of blood on George's body, a thin mist instantly covered his smiling eyes.

"George, you're not hurt, are you? I'm so worried about you. ”

George stroked her hair helplessly, marveling at how quickly the woman's mood changed, she obviously didn't sleep all night waiting for herself.

Seeing the person in his arms worried about himself, his heart was also very moved.

As soon as George looked down, he could see through the neckline the snow-white plump and the bulge of the mountain peak.

"Do you think I'm in trouble?"

Virginia's face turned red. I looked up and saw him with a wicked smile. Shyly pushed his body away.

"I'm going to sleep first!"

After saying that, he ran upstairs without looking back.

George smiled wryly and prepared to wash up and rest, obviously you provoked me first, but you ran away.

What he didn't expect was that in just a few hours, the news of Benjamin Siegel's death had spread throughout New York.

This is more shocking news than the destruction of the Irish gang, the former is just a gangster with a wide ancestry.

The latter is the godfather of the mafia Jewish gang, and what is even more terrifying is that no one in the road knows that Benjamin is Luciano's closest friend.

New York is boiling like boiling water in the early morning, after all, there is no Internet now, street gangsters, and various gang bosses can only visit the door to announce the news.

The thugs eat melons and watch the excitement, wondering who dares to face the gang mafia,

The bigwigs are all in danger, and less than half a month after the Irish gang was wiped out, Benjamin Seagal died in New York again.

The timid gang boss has already begun to prepare to pack up and leave New York to avoid the limelight.

This incident was like a thunderclap that woke up all the gangsters in New York.

Almost everyone believed that horrific rumor, and there is now a mysterious force in New York that targets gangsters.

Luciano had just finished pacifying the leaders of the four major families, and he was in a depressed mood, and they kept asking him what to do.

Can I tell you what to do? I'm going to kill you all in a few days? Mafia me to the only godfather?

See Mayer Lankais who came in a hurry. He said hoarsely

"Meyer, don't ask and don't care! This is advice as a brother. ”

Mayer Rankis looked at Luciano, the elder brother who had always been in good spirits, who seemed to have aged ten years overnight, and he knew that Benjamin had come to New York to live in Luciano's house.

He must have known how Benjamin died, but he looked like he had experienced something horrific. Silence about Benjamin's death.

Meyer, who has always been smart, probably guessed that even the mafia would not be able to compete with the murderer of his old friend.

After much hesitation, he asked.

"Is Benjamin dead like that? If we don't do anything, what will people on the outside think? A tiger that has lost its claws? ”

"Meyer, I've lost a brother and don't want to lose you again." Luciano rarely persuaded in such a weak tone. Then he thought of George's suffocating power, and a look of piety appeared on his face.

"Some people are like gods, unable to make ordinary people rise up to the idea of opposing them."

When Meyer saw the appearance of the boss, he was already weighing the possibility of revenge for Benjamin, after all, both of them were Jewish. The feelings are also the deepest,

I just got the news and couldn't accept the news of my brother's death, but now I'm gradually calming down. Listening to Luciano's tone, it seems that he has taken refuge in the mysterious organization.

He couldn't even do Luciano, let alone seek revenge on that organization.

If he relied only on righteousness, Mayer Lankis would not have become the prime minister of the mafia, the chief thinker.

The flame of revenge was immediately extinguished in his heart, and he was more thinking about how to clean up the current situation.

"Charlie, that Benjamin's assets, the Las Vegas thing, how to deal with it and how I explain it to the outside world."

Luciano nodded with satisfaction when he saw Meyer, who had returned to normal.

"Don't explain it outside, or it won't be long before the situation becomes different, Benjamin's assets are bought by the gang and exchanged for cash, and you and I only keep 1% of the shares in Las Vegas, and I have other arrangements for the rest."

"Restrain your subordinates, don't have unnecessary disputes these days, we don't do brothels, drugs, kidnapping business, we can sell it for money."

Meyer understood what he meant, and was ready to clear his name, and it seemed that the mysterious organization had given the order. Although the heat is not as good as tomorrow, after all, the drug business brings tens of millions of dollars in revenue every year.

But he knew that if he didn't do it, he would be the next to die. He estimated that the organization would make a big move in the near future. So Luciano asked him to forbear for a while.

After years of hard work, his brother died tragically and the gang was also controlled by others, to be honest, he was really unwilling.

On second thought, the gangsters in New York could be in for a huge upheaval this time. Maybe it's also an opportunity?

Meyer and Luciano looked at each other in tacit agreement, and got up to take their leave.

The whole of New York is surging because of the sin buster, but George has just finished taking a shower and doing a bedtime exercise with Virginia, thinking about how to tease the cute little Lori tomorrow.