Chapter 4 (1/2)
”Since you are reborn in this era, why not seize the opportunity to become a trendsetter of the times?” Walking in the wild, Li Zitao's heart rises a glimmer of wild hope.
”Big dog, are there many Chinese in America now?” Li Zitao asked curiously.
”I don't know. I only know that there are many in our town. As for other places, I haven't been there either.” Wang Dagou said with some embarrassment.
”Do you know where the nearest city is?” Li asked again.
”Chicago, we're going there now.” Wang Dagou pointed to the front and said that this was the only direction he knew except for the town.
Jack Chen once told him many times that when he made enough money, he would go to Chicago to live his life and never return to be a dog.
Thinking of Jack Chen, Wang Dagou can't help feeling a little sad. He doesn't feel angry, nor does he feel guilty about his death.
It's not easy for everyone to make a living here. Even a lot of white people may shoot and kill people for tens of cents, not to mention the Chinese who have no identity.
”Chicago.” Hearing the name of Chicago, Li Zitao's first thought was the May Day International Labor Day. On May 1, 1886, hundreds of thousands of workers in Chicago held a strike to fight for an eight hour working day and won a great victory. This is the origin of May Day.
And about Chicago, he knew a man, Capone, the king of Chicago.
If you remember correctly, the 1929 Valentine's Day Massacre put Capone at the top meeting of the national Mafia leaders in Atlantic City, and most of the leaders agreed to kill Capone in order to divert public anger and the government's attention.
Then there was his cousin (of course, they were not related by blood, just a close name) and the founding head of Las Vegas, Charlie Luciano, who organized the Mafia in the future, helped him. Now he should be in a Philadelphia prison to escape public attention.
At present, the Italian mafia led by Capone should be hiding in a small town called Cicero, commanding the crime cause of Chicago by remote control.
These are all the information he found on the Internet after watching the Atlantic Empire, otherwise Li Zitao would not have remembered it so clearly.
In the future, Charlie Luciano will unify the 24 Mafia in the United States, hold a National Congress, elect National Committee members, and deploy the overall action strategy of the Mafia.
It doesn't sound ridiculous, but that's what Charlie Luciano has really done and done in history, since he was working for the true godfather of the Mafia in the United States.
Three years and seven months before the establishment of the Mafia National Congress, Chicago is still under the remote control of his cousin Scarface Capone. At present, the federal police and the IRS team are biting on the Italian mafia in Chicago.
All the backbone of the Italian Mafia are hiding in Cicero, through the mayor has no jurisdiction in Cicero, commanding this huge criminal empire by remote control.
With the Valentine's Day Massacre, the Italian mafia, which completely eradicated the Ellen Mafia, can be said to have covered the sky in Chicago.
If you want to create a world here, it is no less difficult than two foreigners of yellow race.
”Big dog, do you believe me?” Li Zitao suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Dagou with determination in his eyes.
”I believe it.” Wang Dagou nodded and said that he really believed Li goudan. Otherwise, he could not escape from the factory for him.
You know, as long as he takes the initiative to knock Li Zitao to the ground and gives it to those white people to vent his anger, even if he can't get rid of all the connections, with his strength, no one will dare to provoke him.
But he didn't think about it, so he ran away with Li Zitao. In his heart, he had already regarded this weak little guy as his own brother.
So big America, if not even a dependent fellow countryman, Wang Dagou does not know whether he can insist on living.
”Let's do something together in Chicago.” Li Zitao held out his hand firmly and touched the pistol on his waist with his left hand.
Because he knew that what he wanted could not do without violence and blood, and the gun in his hand was the most favorable weapon.
”OK, let's make a break in the country of white skinned ghosts. We'd better go and beg for food. Ha ha...” Looking at Li Zitao seems to have changed his personal appearance, Wang Dagou is very happy with his smile.
He always thought that the boy was very clever. His eyes would roll when he heard something. Now it seems that he guessed correctly.
How could he know that there was a new soul in the body in front of him. If he wanted to be the old Li dog egg, he would have been scared to urinate.
The rolling eyes were not clever, it was completely because the six gods were too afraid.
After walking for most of the day, they finally saw the prosperous Chicago. At this time, the suburbs of Chicago were still a lot of wasteland, and the four wheeled carriages ran over it, bringing dust all over the sky. The potholes and muddy roads were no different from those in the countryside.
After passing through the suburbs, the ground turns into a flat asphalt road, cars drive on the street, the ladies wear loose dresses, wavy skirts flutter with the wind, elegant and exquisite small top hat on their heads, and walk forward with a smile.Men wear overcoats and top hats with slightly upturned brims, which show their unique charm in the three-dimensional absence of facial features.
Bustling shops, everyone's face is filled with a smile, all of which make two people feel excited and novel.