Five days later, Dani's subordinate reported to him that a Colombian man wanted to see him.
Dani thought to himself that the Colombian had finally ca over, and he must find out what is going on.
"Quick, bring him in," he said.
The man stood before Dani with a grim expression and said, "General Gustavo has a ssage for you."
"What ssage?" asked Dani.
"You stole our goods, killed our people, and we will not let this go unpunished."
Dani was shocked and exclaid, "How could you accuse of stealing your goods? It was clearly your people who attacked us. The gang advisor I sent for the deal was killed, all my n were killed, and the $300,000 I brought was stolen. I suspect it was you who did it."
"I don't know about that. The general only instructed to inform you to pay 500,000$. And this matter will be over. If you disagree, the general will send his n, and Mr. Dani, you should prepare to face our retaliation."
Dani was furious.
Damn it, why is everything being blad on ?
Now Dani really wanted to talk face to face with General Gustavo and clear up the whole situation.
Unfortunately, it is 1946 and there is no direct international long flight to Colombia.
Ignore them? General Gustavo was a powerful figure in the Colombian military, commanding thousands of troops. If he really sent soone to kill him, his own n would surely not be able to resist.
But they demanded $500,000, where could he get that kind of money now? And this ti, he was the victim.
Dani felt extrely frustrated.
Suppressing his anger, Dani said to the Colombian man, "Please tell General Gustavo that there has been a misunderstanding. At an appropriate ti, I will go to Colombia to explain to him face to face. Our business must continue, and many things can be negotiated."
Dani slumped onto the sofa.
Reaching for a cigar, the cigar trembled in his hand.
"Damn it!"
anwhile, Hardy was sitting on a plane headed for Las Vegas.
He was going to see Sigel and deliver the proceeds from the robbery.
He also wanted to chat with Sigel about so things.
During these days, Hardy had been thinking and had chosen the path of the underworld. If he wanted to expand and grow, he needed his own territory and so steady inco to support more n.
Relying solely on robbery wouldn't work.
In present Los Angeles.
The Irish gangs mainly concentrated in the old town area.
The Austrian gang was in the more developed new town area.
The Spanish were near Hollywood.
As for other small gangs, they were irrelevant.
During these days, Hardy had been contemplating that if he wanted to have a greater influence, he needed a suitable territory. The Irish territory was not ideal, and the Irish were strong and difficult to deal with.
Beco the boss of the Austrian gang.
There's always rank and hierarchy everywhere, and the Austrian gang was under the control of the Mafia, involving too much. He thought it would be very difficult to beco the boss.
Hardy's gaze fell on the Spanish gang.
Although the Spanish gang's territory was small, its geographical location was good, controlling the Hollywood area. The future developnt would only get better.
If he eliminated the Spanish gang, took over their territory, and established his own sphere of influence, his power would increase significantly, and there wouldn't be much internal conflict with the Austrian gang.
Next, It depended on Sigel's thoughts.
...
"Everyone, we're about to land. Don't forget to fasten your seat belts " the pilot shouted loudly to the dozen or so passengers behind him.
The plane was small, carrying only eighteen or nineteen passengers.
It was very bumpy in the sky, and the noise from the propellers was extrely loud. This kind of flying experience could only be described as awful.
But this is currently the fastest way to travel.
From Los Angeles to Las Vegas, there is about 480 kiloters, which would take about half a day by car.
Hardy checked his seat belt. He didn't want to be thrown out by the violent pilot.
Bang!
Bang, bang!
After a violent shaking and clanging noise, the plane finally stopped. Hardy grabbed his suitcase and stepped off the plane.
A young man in a suit approached him.
"Are you Mr. John Hardy?"
"Yes, I am."
"Mr. Sigel sent to pick you up. The car is over there."
Hardy looked at the young man. His mory was exceptionally good now, and he vaguely rembered seeing this young man among the security personnel when he went to Sigel's house.
The two got into the car and drove towards downtown Las Vegas.
Hardy looked out the window. The surroundings were all dusty gray rocks with a few dry patches of yellow grass, desolate everywhere.
After a short ti, the car entered the city.
Hardy had been to Las Vegas in his previous life, the gambling city of the 21st century, brilliant with lights and full of skyscrapers, bustling and extravagant.
Now, in Hardy's eyes, Las Vegas couldn't even be called a city at most it was a small town with buildings mainly concentrated on either side of the highway.
In 1829, a group of xican traders discovered the water rich Las Vegas Valley and nad it "Las Vegas," which ans "the adows" in Spanish.
Decades later, the discovery of gold in Nevada attracted many people, turning Las Vegas into a small town.
In 1905, when the railway was completed, Las Vegas erged as a crucial junction. It was upgraded to a city with a population of over 3,000 at the ti.
During the Great Depression in the U.S., Nevada legalized gambling, and a few years later, the Hoover Dam was completed, providing ample electricity to the area. Soon after, highways linking to Los Angeles were established, which spurred rapid developnt in Las Vegas.
This rapid developnt primarily revolved around attracting visitors for gambling. Presently, the local population is slightly over twenty thousand, with annual visitors not exceeding fifty thousand, as Siegel inford Hardy.
Siegel's vision was to build the most luxurious casino in Arica here, drawing in 100,000 visitors annually.
Although, in Hardy's eyes, this place was not comparable to later towns, he recognized its astonishing growth.
Sixty years later, the population reached 550,000, with peak visitor numbers exceeding 40.8 million. Despite the gold being gone, Hardy saw this place as an abundant reservoir of wealth a seemingly inexhaustible source of gold.
Currently, there is only one main road, Las Vegas Boulevard, lined mostly with two- or three-story buildings, so small casinos, and entertainnt venues, with vast areas of vacant land behind them.
Hardy saw these lands as future towering buildings, presenting imnse potential for value appreciation. If one had the funds, buying land here and doing nothing would likely yield substantial profits when others rushed in to invest in Siegel's successful casino venture.
But that urgency would have to wait. The value of Las Vegas land was expected to increase only after Siegel's casino succeeded, drawing everyone in for the substantial profits.
The car stopped in front of a vast construction site.
The driver said to Hardy, "Mr. Hardy, Mr. Siegel is at the construction site. I'll take you inside to find him."
Hardy followed the driver inside and spotted Siegel in an open space.
A large parasol shaded Siegel's head, with a round table and a few chairs beneath it. Siegel stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
"Mr. Siegel," Hardy called out as he approached.
Siegel turned to Hardy, a smile on his face, and said, "Hardy, take a look around. We're making History here. This will be ho to the most perfect casino in Arica, perhaps even the world."
Hardy followed Siegel's gaze toward a wilderness of construction materials piled on empty ground, where several bulldozers were diligently clearing away dirt, enveloping the site in a cloud of dust.
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