With Donnie serving as an informant, the general took advantage of Nucky's absence from Atlantic City to start various counterattacks.
First, he used his previous favor with David Jabbar to have Eli Johnson release Vince, and then he pulled out the big guns.
Today, a four-man team arrived in Atlantic City.
Leading them was Diesel Mallard, an upright Federal Investigator!
"Since the general was arrested, control over Atlantic City fell into Nucky's hands. We are here to restore the glory of our predecessor and arrest this man who disrupts the order in Atlantic City and flagrantly defies the national constitution!"
Inside a boarding house, Diesel Mallard was brainwashing his subordinates.
At the mont, Diesel Mallard appeared incredibly excited. To him, investigating Nucky didn't seem like a dangerous task.
Because he had a precedent to follow!
His predecessor had risen rapidly in his career after investigating the general and successfully putting him behind bars.
Now, Diesel also saw the arrest of Nucky as a ladder to the heavens in his own career path.
"Diesel, according to our previous investigation, Nucky's control over Atlantic City has exceeded the situation during the general's era. Investigating Nucky will not be an easy task!"
Diesel stood there, confident, "Precisely because it's not easy, we need to arrest Nucky all the more. Only by doing so, Felix, you won't have to patrol the countryside; Nathan, you won't have to patrol the streets; and Porter, you won't have to worry about being fired!"
Arresting Nucky was not an easy task, and Diesel was concerned that the old hands might be corrupted by Nucky's money. That's why this ti he brought in new personnel, all of whom had been unable to rise within his previous departnt.
"Exactly. It's because of people like Nucky that Atlantic City has beco a place full of dirt and vice. Our duty is to send these people straight to prison!" Nathan, the youngest of the group at only 25, was particularly excited.
The others responded in kind.
"Very good!" Diesel looked at the three n with satisfaction. "Now, our first step is to investigate Nucky's movents. According to my intelligence, Nucky will return to Atlantic City tomorrow. We need to stay at the Ritz Hotel and gather all information about Nucky's activities in Atlantic City."
"Yes!"
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Donnie was unaware of Diesel Mallard and his team's arrival, yet he was still in good spirits.
"The general once beca the king of Atlantic City—never underestimate his influence. I was too eager for quick success before. Now that I think about it, rely knowing that Nucky had left Atlantic City would have been enough for the general to take action!"
Donnie sat in the Block Tavern, discussing recent events with Robert.
It was now afternoon, and there weren't many custors in the hall downstairs.
"In that case, should we temporarily abandon the investigation into the general and concentrate on the plan to take over The Fuli Tavern?"
"Yes, the liquor supply at The Fuli Tavern is no longer a concern. What's most important now is to find out who those gamblers at The Fuli Tavern are."
The Fuli Tavern did business in three areas: liquor, gambling, and won.
Donnie now controlled the entire liquor supply of Atlantic City, which was no longer an issue.
As for won, Donnie had so plans in place, so now what remained was to explore The Fuli Tavern's clientele.
As the best tavern in Atlantic City, the gamblers at The Fuli Tavern were all wealthy or noble. They surely weren't steelworkers from Philadelphia.
Robert nodded. "I'll have soone keep an eye on it."
As the two discussed the matter, a commotion suddenly erupted from downstairs.
Hearing the noise, Donnie frowned slightly. Taverns, brimming with male hormones, frequently witnessed brawls.
But that was compared to ordinary taverns. Now, although Donnie Block's Block Tavern wasn't one of the top establishnts in Atlantic City in terms of scale and formality, Donnie Block's na deterred many, making the Block Tavern one of the safest in Atlantic City.
Even The Fuli Tavern couldn't compare in this aspect since the WCTU won would occasionally protest in front of The Fuli Tavern.
Donnie and Robert descended the stairs to see the tavern hall in chaos, with two burly white n lying on the ground, their conditions unknown.
Donnie recognized them; they were steelworkers from Philadelphia, not known for their martial arts but famous for their brute strength.
Then, in the middle of the crowd, sat a man about 1.8 ters tall, slender but well-proportioned and with a babyface, holding a beer in his hand.
John and the others had already surrounded him.
The man didn't seem to care at all about the situation.
Upon seeing the man, Donnie Block's face imdiately broke into a smile, then quickly returned to composure. He hastened his steps, approaching the man.
"No one dares to cause trouble in Block Tavern!"
"I just taught a lesson to two n who didn't know any better."
"But you still made trouble in my tavern!"
"It's done now, but how about I work for you to make up for the damages to your tavern?"
"Then there's no problem!"
John watched Donnie's conversation with the man and understood that Donnie definitely knew him.
Sure enough, at that mont the man stood up and hugged Donnie tightly, laughing, "I can't believe it's only been a few months since we parted, and you've already beco a big shot in Atlantic City!"
"I didn't expect you to get here so quickly either!"
Donnie then pulled the man over to introduce him to John and the others, "This is my best brother from the ti in the military, Bruce Currie. He once saved my life on the battlefield!"
"If it wasn't for you dragging out of a pile of corpses back then, I wouldn't have had the chance to save your life!"
Bruce said, laughing.
"After I received your letter, I ca straight here. From now on, I'm following you, but I demand good liquor and beautiful won, otherwise, I might just run off!"
At this point, Robert also reacted, looking at Bruce sowhat surprised, "Are you Bruce Currie, the one they call 'the Scythe'?"
"Back on the farm, I sure did use a scythe to do the farm work!"
Bruce said with a smile.
"Chris, bring out the good liquor!"
Excited, Donnie pulled Bruce to sit down at a table in the tavern, while John and Garrett tossed the two n, still unconscious, out of the tavern.
"Who is this guy? You seem to think he's famous?"
John found Robert and asked.
Robert said excitedly, "Bruce Currie, one of the most terrifying presences on the battlefield. The most exaggerated story is that this guy sneaked into a German platoon all alone, without support or logistic backup, and he hunkered down near the enemy camp for 36 hours. Ultimately, he sniped their leader with a single shot. I'm not his match when it cos to handling guns!
"Since then, Bruce Currie has gotten a nickna in the army called 'the Scythe', a reaper of lives!"
John whistled in disbelief after hearing about Bruce Currie's past, but then questioned, "That's odd, though, for soone so formidable, why haven't I seen any publicity about him in the newspapers? And why has he been discharged, too?"
Robert said derisively, "Donnie was also incredibly formidable on the battlefield, but the newspapers haven't reported about him either, and he's been discharged as well, hasn't he?"
Thinking about Donnie's experiences, John imdiately grasped the implication.
"I rember how you were all eager to join the army back then, and looking at your situation now, it's really quite ironic!"
John started ribbing Robert.
With a darkened face, Robert stopped talking to John.
"Now that you're here, don't leave. Just stay in the room I used to occupy!"
At that ti, Donnie was chatting with Bruce.
He had previously agreed with Robert to write letters to his army buddies, inviting them to Atlantic City to help him out. Now that Bruce had arrived, naturally, Donnie was very happy.
"Haha, I ca here to join you, so whatever arrangents you make, I'll follow!"
Bruce said indifferently, "By the way, for you to write a letter, it ans your enemies in Atlantic City must be nothing simple. Give the list, and I'll take them all out tonight!"
Donnie imdiately waved his hands and said, "I do have enemies in Atlantic City, but this is no longer like our old battlefield. There are rules for survival here, and killing a person isn't the best solution to the problem!"
Bruce said helplessly, "Why does everyone tell the sa thing? If the people are dead, doesn't that solve everything? If there are others seeking revenge, then just finish them off too, and it's all settled!"
Donnie laughed and said, "If it was that easy, why would you still be working on your family's farm? With your skills, you should have much more money than by now!"
Bruce fell silent.
At that mont, Chris ca over with the tavern's phone, calling out loudly for Donnie.
"Telephone!"
Donnie stood up to answer the call, and from the other end ca Lucy's voice, "Nucky called, he'll be arriving in Atlantic City in the morning!"
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