America 1979

Chapter 12 The hidden gold watch
The power of the American Customs is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It has always been a tradition to combine officials and blacks to engage in smuggling.

And according to the bartender, the employer of this bad-faced man is a customs officer, and he tried his best to avoid the FBI, and he didn't want to have a shooting incident.

This sideline cannot yet be known by the "white rule" system.

After hearing Bill's words, the bad-faced employer immediately questioned: "Can you deal with those bastards? Can you do it alone?"

When dealing with doubts, if you respond according to the rhythm of the other party, you will lose the initiative.

Bill was convinced of this truth, so he pointed to the burly man in the leather jacket, "Let's listen to how this friend solves it first, see his plan and follow-up preparations, and then compare it with mine."

Anyway, his purpose is to run away competitors and raise prices by himself.

The bad-faced employer nodded after hesitation, raised his chin, and motioned for the burly man in the leather jacket to speak.

"Boss, it's like this. I'm going to rush into the territory of those Irish gangsters with him and finish them off with a baseball bat. With the two of us, it's enough to deal with a group of drug addicts without guns."

Addicts are often emaciated, and when they are not high, they are like zombies, and they have no fighting power at all.

His plan sounds good, but Bill just wants to criticize, "What if you can't beat those punks? Not all junkies are weak. If they are high, they can resist even a few blows."

The burly man in the leather jacket thought for a while, and tentatively said, "Then we can use guns, and the bullets will keep them honest."

Hearing this, the bad-faced employer's face became even more irritable, "I told you not to use guns, even if you don't hurt people."

Bill could understand what his employer meant. If he didn’t use a gun, no matter how serious the accident was, it would be under the jurisdiction of the Brooklyn local police and the district attorney. Once there was a shooting incident, the chances of being noticed by the FBI and federal prosecutors would greatly increase.

The county police in Brooklyn are much more fooled by the DDA. Any Italian gang in Brooklyn can handle the DDA for enough money.

There's a joke from this era that aptly describes this situation: Brooklyn has a living mafia, but no living D.I.A.

But the federal level is not something a small customs officer can handle.

For example, the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) is a very small department under the Federal Department of Justice, with an annual budget of about 30 billion U.S. dollars and about 1 employees.

In such a department, no gang in the United States will shoot and kill a DEA employee if there is a way out. Killing a DEA agent means that North America and South America will not be able to survive.

The burly man in the leather jacket was choked, but he didn't dare to vent his anger on his employer, so he asked Bill angrily, "Then what can you do?"

The bad-faced employer also looked over.

Bill shrugged, walked to the back of the five-door car, opened the fifth door, that is, the hatchback trunk, and took out the chain saw that he had prepared earlier.

"That's my solution."

A chainsaw is a type of chainsaw. According to visual inspection, the [-] cm long saw blade and engine make up this top-level weapon.

Without guns or large machinery such as dump trucks, chainsaws can be said to be the most destructive tools to the human body.

"Good...good..." The bad-faced employer was very satisfied with this thing, "It's better to make your plan. Then I will listen to you, and I will only let you go alone."

After finishing speaking, he took out another twenty-dollar bill from his wallet, stepped forward and handed it to the burly man in the leather jacket.

The latter was helpless, took the money, went to the car and drove away.

After confirming that there was no one around, the bad-faced employer began to introduce the situation.

It turned out that his house was being targeted by a group of leaf-sucking Irish gangsters. On a certain evening when there was no one at home, these gangsters broke into his house from the backyard, pried open the door, and took away all the cash and a safe.

"I don't care about anything else. If I lose the cash, I lose it. In the safe is my only family heirloom. It is a small gold watch that has been passed down through my family for four generations. My father saved it after a lot of hard work in the Vietnamese prison camp. passed it on to me."

The bad-faced employer told the story he had finished with a look of resentment, and then ordered: "What you have to do is go to their site to snatch this gold watch back. If you can bring back other things they stole, I will give it to you." More rewards for you."

The amount of information in the words of the bad-faced employer is really too much. The gold jewelry that can be preserved from the prisoner-of-war camp is supposed to be hidden only in the anus.

Bill swore that if he found the gold watch, he would never pick it up until it was wrapped in a cloth or tissue.

Then, the employer told Bill the location and basic situation of the gangsters. They lived in a single-family house two streets away. They were all garbage people who sucked leaves.

Although the United States does not ban guns, it is still a bit difficult to get guns like this kind of white trash. Among other things, they can't afford more than 100 dollars for a revolver.

After introducing the situation, the employer first counted out five twenty-dollar bills, "This is an advance payment, and the remaining three hundred dollars will be paid after you find my gold watch. I will wait for you on this street. "

Bill gestured OK to the employer, "Just wait for my good news."

While talking, night has fallen, which is a good time to work.

After Bill confirmed that there was no problem with the chain saw, he got into the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and went straight to where the white trash were.

After passing two streets, Bill stepped on the brakes, parked the car on the street, got out of the car, and walked towards the target residence more than 100 meters away with a chainsaw.

Although it is Anthony's car, it is good to hide the information a little bit.

Residential areas in the United States generally don't have any entertainment venues, not even convenience stores. Except for the perfect families imagined by the real American middle class, most people go to entertainment venues to play.

Therefore, even though it had just entered the night, the street was already unbelievably quiet, only the sound of Bill's footsteps spread like the whisper of death.

There were some voices outside the single-family house where the gangsters lived. The door of the front yard was unlocked, so he walked in directly, and put the chainsaw in the blind spot under the steps to prevent people in the house from seeing it. Knock on the front door of the second-story building.

Boom boom boom!
"Open the door, I'll come to the party too, and suck the leaves."

Soon there was movement inside the door, it should be someone observing the situation through the cat's eyes.

"I don't know you, who are you?"

"I'm George, who told me that something good happened here, let me come over and rub the leaves, maybe I can get a girl."

Bill was talking nonsense.

His purpose is to confirm that there are really gangsters inside, otherwise it will be difficult to break into the residence.

"Don't eat sour radishes." The people in the house opened the door reluctantly, muttering, "Someone came running over after getting rich."

There is not enough light in the room, but you can still see at least seven or eight people in the living room. Many of them have already over-excited and lie flat on the sofa and carpet. The walls are full of graffiti, and the air has a pungent smell of tobacco and leaves. taste.

Seemingly finding the right one, Bill took two steps back and picked up the chainsaw hidden under the steps.

The person who just watched from the cat's eye opened the door and walked inside without noticing the situation behind him.

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