Chapter 8 (1/2)
At the moment, William Dever has some regrets about cooperating with the Chinese nationality in front of him. The ruthlessness and ability of the other party make him feel a deep sense of crisis.
If William Dever knew that Li Zitao had done everything alone last night, Wang Dagou's role only attracted the attention of the shooter for a few seconds. I'm afraid that he would raise Li Zitao's danger to a higher level in his mind.
Sometimes the killer is even more terrible than the Mafia, because you never know when, where and what gun he will use to end your life.
”What do you want?” Said William Dover, somewhat apologetic.
”A safe place to live, in addition, other names and addresses.” Li Zitao's voice is somewhat cruel.
Now that he has embarked on this road, he has no way back. Once caught by Capone's men, he will definitely die without a burial place.
Even if he had immortality, he would have been torn to pieces by successive Mafia members.
Now Li Zitao has no interest in paying attention to other things. The first thing he has to do is to live, especially when there are less than 10 US dollars left on them.
”Give me a moment.” Said William Dover, plucking himself together.
But at the thought of Frank's death, his nerves began to jump like a movement. It was too exciting.
If Li from China can really kill all the leaders under Capone, then
Thinking of a bright future, William Dover could not help but be excited.
”Well, now that you can arrange a car for me, I need to find some of my men and wait for Capone's territory.” In front of William, Li Zitao spoke out his plan in a reasonable manner.
”What are you going to do?” William Dover said with some caution.
”I won't talk about it until I've got the whole Chicago underground.” Li Zitao tapped his finger on the table and said calmly, ”but I can guarantee that the future of Chicago will be very peaceful. After all, we are friends, aren't we?”
Seeing Li Zitao's brilliant smile, William Dover suddenly laughed in silence, stood up and said, ”yes, we are friends.”
In order to borrow the money, Li promised to return ten times to the greedy mayor after taking control of carpenter's territory.
In order to harvest fruits, you need to plant seeds into the soil first. William Defoe and Li Zitao are both fruit growers now, but they are just sprouts in the soil, waiting for the day of harvest.
”Sure enough, history is deceitful. Honest mayor, bah!” He spat in a low voice, and Li Zitao takes Wang Dagou out of the building, presses his high hat on his head and heads down to the steps.
There was already a car arranged by William Dover, waiting for two new owners.
”To block 22.” After getting on the car and drawing the curtains, Li Zitao took off his hat and said.
”Where is block 22, sir?” The driver blinked blankly.
Block 22, the almost transparent Xinhua block for Chicago people, can hardly be remembered in their mind.
However, with his familiarity with the road, the driver found the so-called 22nd block after seven turns and eight turns.
”Wait for us here.” Opening the door and buttoning his hat, Li Zitao looks around at the cars that rarely stop here, so that the curious Chinese can look into their heads.
In a foreign country, the Chinese people with vigilance in their bones, even when they see their classmates, they are more alert against the background of the car.
The environment here is not good. Piles of garbage can be seen everywhere. In addition to some messy rooms and simple dressed Chinese, only wild cats and dogs are turning over the garbage cans.
”Hello, may I have a chat?” Li Zitao walked to a Chinese family beside him.
”Hello, sir. Can I help you?” The other side looked at him nervously. When he spoke, he held his daughter's arm tightly.
”Don't be nervous. My name is Li Zitao. He is Wang Dagou, and we are also Chinese.” Li Zitao showed a friendly smile.
Sitting on the ground casually, Li Zitao put his hand into his pocket, and the three members of the family who had just relaxed widened their eyes, and even a cold sweat appeared on the master's forehead.
After seeing that Li Zitao took out a beautiful green sword instead of a loaded pistol, he sat down with relief.
”Here you are, little one. It's a gift to meet.” Li Zitao put his 5-dollar knife into the little girl's hand, ”can I know your name?”
The little girl looked back, and after her father nodded hesitantly, she was like a frightened squirrel. She grabbed the beautiful knife and whispered, ”Yanyan, my name is Yanyan.”
”Big brother, could you please gather us all together? I want to discuss something with you and make money.” Maybe it was Li Zitao's friendly attitude that played a role, or maybe it was the charm of the five beautiful knives.The other party thought about it, looked at his wife, stood up, waved around and said, ”this gentleman is our compatriots, he wants to take us to make a lot of money.”
At this time, there were very few Chinese immigrants. There were no more than 2000 people in Chicago. There were about 500 or 600 people living on the 22nd block.
They are engaged in laundry, convenience stores, restaurants, housekeeping and other services. Most of them don't know a word, let alone learn English.