The sheriff took people away and found nothing, but Roskoff was a serious businessman, the formalities were complete, and there were no contraband in the warehouse, so he couldn't find anything if he wanted to find trouble.

For the sake of prudence, Li Yaoyang let the brothers hang outside for most of the day before returning to the warehouse, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard Roskoff smashing things.

The wooden box was smashed apart, and the wood fragments flew everywhere, and it was easy to scratch small wounds if they accidentally collapsed.

"What are you doing here?" Li Yaoyang frowned and asked.

"Lee, Colin Donner, that bastard actually asked the sheriff to check on me?"

"Since the fight is on, it is normal for people to use any way, so they won't get so angry~"

"I'm bah~ he's also a big man, and what he does is a villain~"

Roskop's breath in his heart hadn't been fully exhaled, and looking at his excited appearance, he could eat it alive when Colin Donner was in front of him.

"Brother Yang, what should I do next? Everyone has made a move, and we can't just watch~"

"Colin's purpose is to save Olivier, he doesn't know that this man is dead, he will definitely do everything he can, the sheriff will not give up if he doesn't find anything, in this case..."

He groaned:

"Then give him a bait, Roscoff, and let the wind out, and say that you showed up with Olivier at the Chicago club."

"Chicago Club?"

Xiao Qi said happily:

"This is called the misfortune of the water, pulling the Chicagoans in, and completely muddying the water, Brother Yang, this trick is high~"

Li Yaoyang didn't see joy:

"This is just the first step, Roskov, you find a brother who is born in front of you to infiltrate the Chicago club in advance, and find a way to get the double fight at the critical moment."

Roskoff understood, with a cruel smile:

"Good! I promise to make them fire and! ”

As long as these two families fight, Li Yaoyang can fish in troubled waters.

"How do you guarantee that Colin Donner will come forward in person?" Xiao Qi asked.

"There's no guarantee, you can only try your luck, and killing him has too much impact to move for the time being, but it can teach him a hard lesson."

Turning his head and asking Roskoff:

"Can you find out where the Irish hide their wine?"

Roskoff thought for a moment and finally nodded:

"Yes, just spend a little more money~"

"Hmm~ After finding out, tell me that he copied his lair, I don't think he is distressed!"

Fat Dun'er licked his lips, and the blade music of the hand axe flashed with blood:

"I've been holding it for so long, and I'm finally able to move~"

"Fat brother, don't be careless, the Irish are not easy to deal with, they are all a bunch of warmongers~"

"Hey~ Don't worry, can't I run if I can't beat me?"

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The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people are killed and set on fire.

It was close to the wee hours of the morning, and Atlantic City was still in a jubilant mood.

Prohibition's reign didn't stop them from singing all night long, and Atlantic City was so entertaining that not letting them drink and dance was no different than killing them.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to participate in the nightly feast, entertainment needs money to support, and most of the people at the bottom are short of money.

Since you can't be entertained, you can only pass the time by sleeping.

As a result, Atlantic City presents two completely different atmospheres at night, with the waterfront side lit up and the hotels behind you.

In a newly built residential area to the west is a stable, which is used for horses and is also a large warehouse.

At this time, about a dozen people were nervously carrying the wine crates, and in order to avoid being detected by the alcohol prohibition commissioner, such work could only be done in the middle of the night.

"Hurry up, be quick with your hands and feet, and the last fifteen boxes, you can rest after moving~"

"Boss, didn't you just transport a cart yesterday? Finished drinking so quickly? ”

"Isn't it? The quality of this batch of whisky is very good, the key is that there is no cost, and the external price is cheap, do you say it can not sell well? ”

"Hey~ I heard that this batch of wine was snatched from Roskov?"

"Roscoff is a driver, and the goods are definitely not his~"

"I know, the goods are from Manhattan's Chinatown~"

"Chinatown? Chinese people also make wine? ”

"Chicagoans can swim, what's so strange about Chinese people making wine?"

"Then they are too bold, they actually transported the wine to our territory, and they deserved to rob him~"

"Who's to say it isn't? I have to teach them a lesson~"

Before the words fell, an eerie voice came from the darkness:

"Who are you going to teach a lesson?"

In order to avoid exposure, only a small yellow light was lit in the warehouse, and the light bulb had not been changed for a long time, and the brightness was touching.

Except for the area of a few meters under the lamp, it was dark everywhere.

This voice came from this darkness, and it was creepy to see no one.

"Who? Who's talking? ”

'Da~da~da~'The leather shoes under the feet of the fat dun slammed on the ground, making a crisp sound, and walked over step by step, which was particularly infiltrating in this silent night.

A dozen Irishmen were very vigilant, and put down their wooden boxes to take a defensive stance.

Fat Dun'er carried a hand axe, holding a toothpick in his mouth, and gradually revealed his figure.

"Who said they were going to teach us a lesson? Stand up and let me see your strength~"

The leader of the other party stood up:

"Boy, open your eyes and see what kind of place this is, and you want to find something to go somewhere else~"

This person is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with wide shoulders and thick legs, and it is not easy to fight at first glance.

Fat Dun'er measured it with his eyes and shook his head:

"You can't, it's too big, I can't beat it, change it~"

Poof~ This is a sign of cowardice for anyone else, but what Fat Dun'er said is a matter of course.

Li Yaoyang couldn't help it, and led the team out, and dozens of brothers appeared from the dark night with a prototype, and the visual impact was not something ordinary people could imagine.

The Irish were frightened and instinctively retreated.

Run? Where can you go? They must give an account of this tonight.

In order to avoid making too much noise, Li Yaoyang did not let his brothers bring firearms, each holding a mountain knife in his hand, and tied the handle and hand together with strips of cloth.

This is custom-made by Li Yaoyang from a Chinatown blacksmith, sharp and ruthless, can split, cut, and stab, and is perfect for street fights.

The face of the story pushes away the fat dun:

"What the hell are you talking about, fuck it~"

Whoosh~ The mountain knife split downward, broke the air, and instantly came to the tower-like strong man, he was caught off guard, and subconsciously dodged back, but the length of the knife blade was low.

"Ah~~~" A terrible scream pierced the night sky.

The sharp tip of the knife easily cut through the opponent's skin, and went all the way down the center of his head, the skin opened and the flesh opened, and the blood marks almost split his upper body in half.

It's a pity that this knife was not fatal, but it also played with momentum.

The brothers in the back rushed up, but squeezed the fat dun at the end.

Just kidding, in a situation where there are more wolves and less meat, if you are humble, you have to starve to death, whoever rushes is counted!