A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 459 Why do you want to investigate him?

Arthur looked at the photo in the newspaper. The background was the Chicago church and the crowd of onlookers crowded around it. In the center of the photo, Johnny Torrio raised an arm to dodge the camera and was vividly captured.

"The police summoned Johnny Torrio for the murder of 'Big Jim'. Hey, Hosea, look at how efficient the Chicago police are." Arthur joked with Hosea with a smile.

At the dinner table, Hosea also had a newspaper in his hand.

But unlike Arthur who was watching the excitement, Hosea shook his head and said disdainfully:

"These new-age gangsters have absolutely no morals and loyalty, and look what he said, 'Jim is like a brother to me.'"

"Hahaha, Hosea, I find that as you get older, you are not only growing in wisdom, but also in morality. Didn't you read the reporter's comments later? The brotherhood of 'Cain and Abel' really made me laugh to death. , these people who play with pens are much more poisonous than me."

Cain and Abel, the eldest sons of Adam and Eve, Cain later killed Abel.

"I saw it, but I think the comments in this report were too tactful."

"Okay, Hosea, drink your milk. It won't hurt for older people to drink more milk... Geraint did this a little bit like we did back then." Arthur said with a smile.

When Hosea, who had just picked up the milk, heard this, he put the milk down again and asked with some confusion:

"What does this have to do with Geraint?"

"It was Johnny Torrio who was encouraged by this brat to do it." Arthur explained.

"I remember you weren't prepared to get involved in the bootlegging business?"

For some reason, Arthur heard a hint of blame in Hosea's tone, but he could understand it. After all, there was no need for Arthur to get involved in such a 'risky' business.

"I really don't plan to intervene, but Geraint seems to be quite interested in this matter, so let him try it."

Listening to Arthur's casual tone, Hosea shook his head and said:

"Just get used to him. Even when he joined the army, it was clear that as long as you made a phone call, the army would kick him out and even pack him back for you. Not only did you not do it, but also Let Linda do this, and now you let him do such illegal things, aren't you worried that something will happen to him?"

"What's the use of worrying, Hosea. I'm still worried that my little Betsy has been deceived by some bastard. So what can I do? Lock her up at home? Or don't let her have contact with any men? Worry about this Although there is no way to say that I am not worried or not worried about this kind of thing, at least I am worried about mine and try my best to protect them. As for the other things, I can only let nature take its course and let the children make their own destiny."

It seemed that this topic had reached a point where Arthur wanted to complain. After a short pause, Arthur continued:

"Besides, I have prepared all the gold and silver for them. They have a ready-made life of wealth and a life of living and waiting for death. But look at it, Betsy or Hans, let alone Jielan That’s awesome, look at which one of them is willing to take over this and follow the route I planned for them?”

"Indeed, things that are easily obtained are always not valued by others. However, Arthur, don't show off the excellence of your children to me here by complaining, okay? You really think I can't hear it. , are you praising them in disguise?" Hosea said in disgust.

"Hahahaha." Arthur laughed happily.

To be honest, he doesn't hate that his children all choose to walk a path of their own choice. At least he has done what a father should do, preparing them for the back road, and they can also follow the path they have chosen. Before taking off, escort them.

"Speaking of which, after dinner, let's go fishing together in Lagrasse?" Arthur asked.

"Huh?" Hosea asked with a smile:

"I remember Linda came back today?"

"That's why I have to hurry up and go fishing, otherwise she will say that I am not doing my job properly."

..."Who is he? Why do you want to investigate him."

"Sean McGuire, who had some criminal records in the West, is now settled in Lemoyne. When Thompson and Johnny met for a meeting, I recorded his license plate at the door of the hotel, and, I can be sure that he was there in person at that time." Victor said seriously, sitting on the chair opposite his boss.

The boss dropped the document in his hand on the table, frowned, and said firmly:

"Just because he happened to show up at the door of the hotel where the meeting was held? Because of this lame reason, you wasted time and resources investigating him? Special Agent Alden, forget it this time, I don't want the next time, Now, tell me something else."

Victor saw that his boss had thrown Sean's information aside and picked up Thompson's investigation file. He wanted to distinguish a few more words but had to give up.

"Who is this? The mayor of Atlantic City??"

"He is a group treasurer, but he is actually the local emperor of Atlantic City. Not only did he rent out the entire eighth floor of the luxury hotel, he also paid for it entirely with public funds."

The agent sitting next to Victor went on to add:
"Luxury furniture, crystal vases, high-end oil paintings, high-end suits, a Rolls-Royce car, and a dedicated driver. His corruption is obvious to all."

Just when his boss thought that was all, Victor opened his mouth and continued to add:

"Sir, this is no small matter. His tentacles extend to all aspects of the entire city. All public officials have to bribe him to keep their positions. His senators are looking for rare treasures and send them to him every week. , Environmental Sanitation Bureau, Police Station, Fire Station..."

"The whole city is bribing him," another agent interjected.

The boss sitting on the office chair said with some surprise:

"If this is true as you say, then why do citizens still choose to elect him?"

Victor said without hesitation:

"People like him, especially black people. Handymen, waiters, and concierges all over the city were loyal to him during the election."

"This is just the tip of the iceberg, sir."

The detective looked at his investigation part and continued to add:

"Casinos, hotels full of girls, he even had his own news agency covering the games for people to place bets on."

"Where's the wine?" the boss asked seriously.

"The law has no impact on him at all, sir. Whether it is a bar or a restaurant, alcohol is everywhere. In addition to the price becoming more expensive, they are still sold openly in public..."

Hearing this, he stopped the report.

"Special Agent Alden, I have to remind you that the reason you went to Atlantic City was to track down Arnold Rothstein, so what do you have to report about him?"

"To be honest, boss, I don't think Arnold Rothstein is a big fish. Even behind Thompson, there are..."

"Stop it, Alden, do you want to sit in my seat?" the boss said angrily.

"No, no..."

"Then what the hell did you do for the mission I gave you??!"

(End of this chapter)