Marvel Plane Trader

  Chapter 8 What I Steal Is the Mafia

  Cadillac-V16, released in 1930, discontinued in 1940.

  One of the top luxury cars before World War II, the world's first mass-produced model with a 16-cylinder engine, only accepts customization, and the output is low. In 2011, it only sold a total of more than 4,000 vehicles, with an average price of 8,000 US dollars.

   When Josie was buying a car yesterday, he saw one at that used car dealership... that used car dealership itself is also one of the largest used car dealerships in Chicago.

  At that time, the seller directly offered 9,000 knives, which was twice what Josie was worth now.

  The terrifying price directly made Josie retreat.

   That’s right, it’s also a second-hand car. People’s second-hand cars depreciate, but this second-hand car appreciates.

  And the car in the garage is still a silver-gray convertible version, full of artistic sense.

   Josie's own 1934 Ford 730 DeLuxe is nothing short of industrial junk by comparison.

  Josie fell in love with this domineering luxury car immediately.

   I didn't expect that such an underground car dealer selling black cars could still get this kind of car.

  Only accept customization, which means that the owner of Cadillac V16 must be rich or expensive. After all, the high price of 8,000 US dollars is not affordable for ordinary rich people.

  So people who can theoretically own this kind of car are absolutely untouchable by ordinary car theft gangs, and car thieves dare not steal.

   Therefore, it is a bit abrupt for this car to appear in such a place.

  But Josie doesn't care, since he saw it here, then this car is his.

   It's just that Josie didn't go out directly, but took off his coat first, took out a leather jacket from the system warehouse and put it on, and then put on a headgear...God knows when he prepared it.

   After making all these preparations, Josie took out the newly bought Thomson from the warehouse and walked out.

   "Who are you? Oh, sir, what can I say!" Hearing the movement, the two people in the warehouse immediately looked over vigilantly and scolded.

  But after seeing Thomson in Josie's hand, the two raised their hands in an instant, and their tone softened.

   Josie is very satisfied with the attitude of the two of them. Look, aren't these Italians very kind? It's not as bad as it is in the movie.

   "Don't worry, I just need a car. Where's the car key for this car?" Josie asked the middle-aged Mediterranean man in a low voice through the mask.

"Oh no, sir, you can't take this car away, Mr. Scarpa wants it, and if you take it away, he won't let us go." Seeing Josie asking for the keys to these two Cadillac V16s , the middle-aged Mediterranean immediately became anxious.

   "Scapa? Who is that?" Seeing Mediterranean's attitude, Josie couldn't help being a little curious.

"Mr. Scarpa is a senior member of the Moretti family, in charge of the business of the entire Red Light District on Chicago's East Side." Mediterranean replied, "This is the car he wants, it's just temporarily placed here, and someone will come to pick it up in the afternoon, if you Drive it away and none of us will survive."

   "The Moretti family? Who are they?" Josie asked.

   "Sir, did you just come to Chicago?" At this moment, the fat young man beside him said.

   "What is it? What if it isn't?" Josie asked back. To some extent, he was indeed just in Chicago.

"The Moretti family is one of the largest mafia families in Chicago. If you have been in Chicago for a long time, you must know the name. My friend, I advise you, if you still want to be in Chicago, you'd better not offend them." The fat young man smiled flatteringly.

   "Oh? It sounds really powerful, so tell me, what are the big powers in Chicago, except for Al Capone, I really don't know anyone else." Josie thought thoughtfully.

"Hey, Mr. Capone is naturally worthy of our admiration, but after all, it was more than ten years ago. Now in Chicago, the Moretti family, the Clementi family and the Vinci family have the final say. Well, Maybe we have to add the triads." The chubby young man told Josie slightly about the power situation in Chicago.

   Although Josie wasn't planning to be a gangster, she listened with great interest. The other party's eloquence was very good, which gave Josie the illusion of listening to a storytelling book.

   "I didn't expect you to be a car thief, and you are quite well informed. What's your name?" After the other party finished speaking, Josie asked.

"My name is Joe Barbaro, you can just call me Joe, he is Mike. Sir, we are friends when we meet, and I will certainly not let you come in vain, as long as you don't move this car, the things in this warehouse , you can take whatever you like, by the way, there should be a lot of money in Mike’s safe, so you can take it too.” Facing Josie who was holding a Thomson, Joe’s fat face smiled like An overnight chrysanthemum.

   "You are a very sensible person, but it's a pity that I want this car. Now I say it again, take out the car keys." However, Josie changed the subject, obviously not taking the other party's warning seriously.

  Josie's words made Joe and Mike's faces collapse immediately. They said so much about their feelings just now, but this master didn't take it seriously at all.

   "Sir..." Joe still wanted to speak.

"Shut up, give me the keys, or die here now, don't think I'm being fooled, since this car will appear here, it means that you belong to the Moretti family or work for the Moretti family Yes, even if I don’t take the car, but take other things, don’t you think you’ll let it go afterward?” Josie sneered, “So what about the mafia? I’m robbing the mafia.”

It is true that it is not a good thing to have entanglements with the mafia, but since the other party stole his car, the rift has actually been settled. Not taking this Cadillac away, in addition to making it easier for the two people in front of them, It doesn't make much sense.

  And what Josie wants to take revenge on is the car Joe who stole him. How could it make him feel better?

   Even if he doesn't want to attract the police, Josie has the heart to directly chug these two guys.

  So Josie doesn't care about offending the mafia at all now.

  More importantly, since he entered Italy Street, he has half covered his face with his coat, and now he is covering his head. With the tracking and reconnaissance technology of this era, ghosts can find him as long as he doesn't show his face.

  Faced with the threat of gunpoint, although Mike was reluctant in every possible way, he could only slowly take out the key from his pocket.

   "Take out the key of that car, the key of the safe, and tell me the password." Josie pointed to his old Ford.

   "You'll regret it!" Faced with the gun, Mike could only do as usual, but he didn't forget to say harsh words.

   "I don't know if I will regret it, but if you say one more thing, I will definitely give you no chance to regret it." Josie said disdainfully.

   "Now, you two get in the car!" After getting the keys, Josie opened the door of the Ford.

   After the two got into the car obediently, Josie closed the door and locked it.

  The door locks of this era are basically the same as the locks of the house, and can be locked from the inside or the outside.

  If the person locked inside does not have a key, he cannot get out unless he smashes the window.

  But as long as they dare to smash the window, although Josie hasn't killed anyone, she doesn't mind doing it all at once.

  After locking the two of them up, Josie added a pot of coffee to the fuel tank of the Ford car under the watchful eyes of the two.

  After doing all this, Josie started searching the warehouse.

   And his main search targets are naturally desks and safes.

  Open the safe, there is not much money in it, only a few hundred dollars.

   But there are quite a few ration coupons.

  There are gasoline, candy, wine, and coffee, all of which have been controlled material coupons. The number is not many, but there are at least four or five people.

  In this special period, these things are more valuable than pure money.

   Unceremoniously pocket these ration coupons.

   Searched the desk again, but found nothing good, but there was an M1911 of the same model as the one he bought before.

  In line with the principle of plucking geese, Josie also put it away.

   Then Josie took a lot of the tires stored in the warehouse into the system warehouse in a corner where the two of them couldn't see.

  In this era, only the big and the small beards had a relatively large output of practical synthetic rubber, and all tires in the United States were still made of natural rubber.

  Combined with the fact that Southeast Asia, which is an important source of rubber, is blocked by foot pot chickens, so the United States now only has South America as its source of rubber. This also led to tires becoming a more important strategic resource than gasoline during the war.

  Finally, after the search, Josie drove the Cadillac out of the warehouse under the angry eyes of the two Italians in the Ford car.

  (end of this chapter)