In the era without comrcial airplane travel, the most convenient mode of transportation to and from Atlantic City was the train.
Through the efforts of Jonathan Pitney, the first pioneer of Atlantic City, the city gained its first railway to Philadelphia. Subsequently, Arican railway companies discovered the business opportunities in Atlantic City and began to expand its railways.
Now, there are two railway companies and four railway lines operating between Philadelphia and Atlantic City, with over a dozen trains running between the two cities every day.
Among them was a premium train service, while tickets for the other trains from Philadelphia to Atlantic City cost 1 US Dollar, a ticket for this train was 3 US Dollars!
At 7 o'clock in the morning, one such train was scheduled to depart.
Vince Olden and his n escorted Ponzi to the Atlantic City train station.
The group surrounded Ponzi, carefully avoiding the crowd and headed inside the station.
But at this ti, when most people were still half asleep, sporadic gunfire suddenly erupted at the Atlantic City train station.
The unexpected sound of gunshots made everyone at the station suddenly duck and cover their heads, while others scattered in panic!
Vince Olden and his team chose to duck and cover their heads as well.
Ponzi, still dazed, had not yet grasped what was happening.
It was because of this confusion that Ponzi suddenly saw several n with masked faces, holding rifles, charging towards them.
Seeing this, Ponzi panicked and imdiately attempted to flee, but before he could get far, Vince Olden, who had been crouching at his side, miraculously stuck out a foot.
Bang!
The unsuspecting Ponzi went sprawling to the ground.
The n holding rifles were montarily startled by the scene, but they quickly recovered and rushed forward.
"Nobody move, or we'll shoot you dead!"
While so n threatened Vince Olden and the others with their long guns, others grabbed Ponzi, who was lying on the ground, pulled him up, and, upon completing their objective so smoothly, imdiately left the scene with the bewildered Ponzi in tow. They boarded a truck they had already prepared and sped out of Atlantic City.
At the ti, no one noticed that an ordinary Ford Model T was following them as they drove away from the site.
Only after the assailants had left did Vince Olden hurriedly get up and shout angrily, "Who dares to be so bold as to abduct a person from the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"
No one could answer Olden's question, and he didn't expect an answer. After shouting, Olden ran to the nearest phone booth and imdiately called Washington.
"Director, sothing terrible has happened, Ponzi has been abducted!"
After Olden had captured Ponzi, he indeed called their acting director, William Allen, who, upon confirming Ponzi's capture, was extrely excited.
Following the previous director's departure, the position of director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation had not been officially appointed, and William Allen was rely an acting director.
However, he lacked the previous director's influence, and with various factions within the Bureau, he had little room to maneuver.
Now that Olden had captured possibly the biggest financial fraudster in Arican history, William Allen imdiately felt it was an opportunity to establish his authority.
As a result, Allen issued an absolute order to Olden: Ponzi must be brought back alive.
How could it be that just a day hadn't passed, and Ponzi was abducted?
"How could you let this happen..." Allen roared over the phone.
This forced Olden to hold the phone away from his ear.
"Director, we were helpless. They had long guns and outnumbered us. It all happened so suddenly; we barely had a chance to react before Ponzi was taken away!"
"It's anarchy, complete anarchy!" Allen roared helplessly, "Find out who was responsible for this, I want them to spend the rest of their lives in jail!"
Olden replied, "Yes, sir, we will definitely get to the bottom of this!"
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While Olden was being scolded by William Allen, Ponzi had already seen who had abducted him!
"Vince, is that you?"
Since Vince was still sporting a bruised face, Ponzi couldn't be sure that the almost unrecognizable person before him was the protege of the general, Vince.
"Mr. Ponzi, I bet you didn't expect to see again so soon!"
Vince was truly ecstatic at that mont; he had expected today's operation to be a fierce battle, yet it had gone so smoothly.
Ponzi was far from naive enough to think that Vince had co to rescue him. In fact, being out of the FBI's control could well be worse for him.
"Mr. McGrady, I really appreciate you coming to save , and I will surely repay you properly!"
"Heh heh!" Vince laughed smugly, "Charles, of course, you should thank . So, I figure if you give all the money you've swindled these past few months, that would make both of us very happy!"
It was indeed all about the money.
Ponzi wasn't surprised at all by this outco.
"However, Mr. Charles, your audacity is really sothing, daring to deceive the general's money. You should know that no one in Atlantic City has ever had the guts to do that!"
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