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Ratatat...
A barrage of intense gunfire erupted within a house on the outskirts of the North District in Atlantic City.
Various distilling equipnt inside the house, along with the stored bootleg alcohol, were scattered all over the floor, with several of the staff laying on the ground.
Among them was LeBron Jas, the biggest bootleg alcohol manufacturer in Atlantic City.
Fortunately, at that mont, soone risked their life to drag LeBron Jas out the back door, while at the sa ti, those outside the house wielding pistols and long-barreled shotguns rushed in.
These intruders were dressed in white robes, with pointed hoods covering their entire heads, leaving only two dark holes to reveal a pair of malevolent eyes, like devils roaming amongst the living.
The intruders had clear tasks: so lifted the undamaged barrels of liquor out of the room and loaded them onto trucks, while others stood guard with guns, imdiately shooting anyone who tried to resist!
Just then, a woman in her nightgown, ard with a double-barreled shotgun, stepped out and fired at them, resulting in screams as soone fell to the ground.
The rest of the n imdiately opened fire on the woman in a barrage.
Bang!!!!
With the explosion, LeBron Jas's largest distillery was declared ruined!
Even though LeBron Jas was financially among the top echelon in Atlantic City, his skin color still barred him from entering the city's best hospital, First Hospital. Now he lay in the community hospital in the North District, receiving ergency treatnt.
"No, I won't treat him, even now with you pointing a gun at !"
LeBron Jas's condition required imdiate surgery, but the black doctors at the North District community hospital simply didn't have the capability to perform it.
Having no other choice, LeBron Jas's n had kidnapped a white doctor from First Hospital, ordering him to treat LeBron.
However, that doctor was adamantly against treating a black man.
"Fuck, if you don't treat him, I'll shoot you dead right now!" TT, LeBron Jas's most loyal subordinate, had red eyes and his pistol pressed to the white doctor's forehead.
The white doctor was panicking inside, but he still refused, "I won't step into the operating room; otherwise, I'll lose my job, the respect of others, and I won't be able to survive in Atlantic City!"
Although the broader environnt in Atlantic City was sowhat more welcoming to black people compared to other cities, it was only relative.
In Atlantic City, if a school dared to admit a black child, the parents of the white children would imdiately band together to either force the school's leadership that made the decision to resign or to pull all their white children out of the school.
If a hospital dared to hire a black doctor, then the only possibility was that it was located in the North District and that all its dical staff were black; otherwise, the hospital would not have any patients.
While the standoff continued, Nucky, dressed in an Italian custom suit with a red carnation on his chest, holding a cane, and wearing a top hat, ca over with Louis at his side.
"Mr. Nucky!"
The white doctor ignored the pistol on his forehead and greeted Nucky.
Although he was very anxious, he also believed that the other party wouldn't dare to shoot him under these circumstances. A black man killing a white man would lead to the gallows, and if the victim were a white doctor with social influence, then all the black people in Atlantic City would face a purge by the National Governnt!
Nucky nodded and then said to TT, "Put down your pistol. Don't you know where you are?"
Under Nucky's scolding, TT had no choice but to reluctantly put down his pistol, still glaring furiously at the white doctor.
The white doctor straightened his collar and spoke to Nucky with forced calm, "Mr. Nucky, may I leave now?"
Nucky tried to persuade him, "Davis, the man lying inside is my friend. Could you operate on him, please?"
Davis's eyes showed struggle. He didn't fear the gun in TT's hand, but he had to seriously consider Nucky's words. After so inner conflict, Davis still shook his head firmly.
"Mr. Nucky, you know the situation in Atlantic City. I can't do this!"
"You dare not!"
TT flared up again!
Nucky helplessly nodded and said, "Alright, Dr. Davis, you may leave!"
"He can't go!" Hearing that Nucky was letting Davis leave, TT imdiately grabbed the doctor's arm, "My boss is still waiting for his surgery!"
Nucky angrily scolded, "Would you really shoot a respected white doctor? Or do you want to rob all our brothers in the North District of the environnt they live in?"
Nucky's words made TT reluctantly lower his pistol.
At that mont, Davis quickly left the place.
Nucky then addressed the panicked doctors of the North District community hospital, "Please do your best to save Jas; he is my good friend!"
"We will do our utmost!"
Said the black doctors of the North District community hospital helplessly.
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As LeBron Jas was wheeled into the rudintary operating room, Nucky sat on the long bench in the hospital corridor and asked TT,
"Who shot Jas?"
Nucky had been patrolling the boardwalk, looking after his people, when he received the news that LeBron Jas had been injured and taken to the hospital. He rushed over, not knowing the specifics of the incident.
After a string of curses from TT's mouth, he then told Nucky that it was the 3K party's doing.
Upon hearing this, Nucky imdiately felt a headache coming on. The WCTU issue was still unresolved, and now the 3K party was causing trouble. It felt to him like Atlantic City was slipping out of his control.
"I will deal with this matter. You must not take any action!"
Nucky told TT.
Those whose minds were not fully enlightened had already exerted their greatest patience by not laying a hand on Davis in the hospital.
But Nucky knew that without his reminder, they would definitely seek retaliation against the 3K party.
Although the 3K party was infamous in the United States, they were, after all, whites, and whites of standing at that. In New Jersey, a number of legislators were already dissatisfied with Atlantic City's tolerance towards black people. If these people dared to attack mbers of the 3K party with guns, then the black people of Atlantic City would surely face targeted and fierce retaliation.
Of course, it wasn't that Nucky truly had any sympathy for the black people living in the North District. What was important was that this group of black people was one of Nucky's key sources of electoral votes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have granted Jas the exclusive rights to liquor sales in Atlantic City.
"That's impossible. They are seriously provoking us. If we do nothing, how will the black people in North District view us?"
TT resolutely rejected Nucky's suggestion.
Nucky's eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction as he looked at TT. At this point, Louis coldly said, "Are you questioning Mr. Nucky's words?"
TT felt uneasy under Nucky's gaze, but thinking of LeBron Jas lying uncertain of life or death in the operating room, he still insisted,
"This is our North District matter!"
Nucky stood up. Although he was not as tall as TT, when he looked at TT, it gave off an impression of talking down to him.
"I said I will resolve this matter. If you dare to do anything, I guarantee that you and your family will disappear from Atlantic City imdiately!"
TT was intimidated by Nucky's aura and couldn't help but take a step back, yet he still said, "Mr. Nucky, do you not want our North District votes anymore?"
Nucky coldly replied, "You do not represent North District!"
After speaking, Nucky just glanced indifferently at the two black n behind TT. Without any hesitation, the two n imdiately pushed TT against the wall and disard him.
The other black people in the corridor did not react to the situation at all.
It was at this mont that the doctor pushed LeBron Jas, still unconscious, out of the operating room. Fortunately, the location where LeBron Jas was shot wasn't fatal, and the black doctor's skilled hands had saved him.
Seeing the situation in the corridor, the doctors and nurses were not surprised. The doctor who had operated on LeBron Jas went straight to Nucky and said,
"Jas is out of danger now. He just needs a few days of rest!"
Relieved to hear that Jas wasn't in serious condition, Nucky said to the doctor, "Take good care of him. I'll co to see him again after he wakes up!"
"Of course!"
In the hospital lobby, Nucky looked at the telephone and told Louis, "Call Eli. Those people from Mobley have indeed gone too far lately!"
Mobley, the leader of the 3K party in Atlantic City!
Louis did not act imdiately, but instead asked with concern, "Mobley still has so influence, and there are quite a few whites in Atlantic City who are mbers of the 3K party!"
The fundantal reason Nucky tolerated the 3K party's mischief in Atlantic City was precisely that many of the powerful in the city were also mbers of the party.
"I will speak to them myself!"
Nucky, massaging his brow, said helplessly.
He was already troubled enough with the Commodore's issues, and now the 3K party erged, causing trouble at this ti.
Nucky understood that he had to restore peace to Atlantic City as quickly as possible, otherwise his authority in the city would be undermined.
"By the way, what's the situation with the WCTU?"
At this mont, Nucky thought of another problem.
Louis said, "I was supposed to et with Elena this morning!"
The implication was that because of LeBron Jas's incident, Louis had not yet t with Elena.
Nucky said, "We must resolve these two issues quickly. Otherwise, the Commodore will surely take action!"
"Yes!"
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