Sal and the others didn't look happy.
However, Webb didn't seem to want to give them any face.
Morgan had gotten a lot of assets and money from Rockefeller's good-for-nothing successor. He was rich and overbearing. Coupled with the weakening of the Bush family and the gradual strengthening of Morgan, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Morgan could cover the sky with one hand in America. The Democratic Party that once belonged to Rockefeller had withdrawn from the next election. To put it bluntly, the next candidate was Morgan's puppet. When that time came, it would be the start of Morgan's rise to the stage. Everyone knew this. They were just waiting for the election time.
So now, who wouldn't give Morgan face?
"Young Master Webb, if it was someone else who came to buy from us, perhaps this person wouldn't even have the chance to stand here. But because it's you, we're giving you face. Please don't be overbearing. We're all people who have come from the edge of a knife." Sal suddenly spat out a cigar, a trace of gloom flashing across his face.
"So, you admit that you're in the underworld?" Webb smiled. "In short, do you want to be good people or bad people?"
Hua la.
The soldiers all raised their guns and pulled the triggers.
Sal and the other three's eyes shrank.
The group of subordinates behind him also gritted their teeth, but Weber's soldiers came in too quickly, and took the initiative to snatch away their guns.
This was the most passive day for the four gangs.
Because if you said you were good people, then you had to follow Webb's rules. If you said you were in the underworld, then Webb had the right to do anything to you here, even execute you!
"Young Master Webb, unless you don't plan to go out in the future, you'd better not deal with the worst-case scenario," Sal said word by word. "What happened today can't be hidden. The four gangs are very united."
Not necessarily.
Webb paced back and forth as he said, "In the past, there were five big families in the black market. You said you were united, but then one of them was wiped out. You still listen to the culprit. Am I right?"
Sal: "You want to be that person? But he definitely won't be like you. The four gangs are in such a passive position today, and only that person can do that. But at that time, he single-handedly wiped out an entire clan, and single-handedly barged into our headquarters to negotiate with us. The entire Las Vegas could be said to be a gift from him. Can you do that? It's not that we admire that person, it's that everyone in the four gangs admires him! Everyone in the underground world admired him! And you? "
Sal sneered, "Wait until you dare to leave the surname Morgan and dare to walk in alone."
Webb flew into a rage out of humiliation. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Sal. "Say that again?"
Sal simply flicked the cigar away and glanced at Webb. "If you can't ensure that your soldiers break out of here, then you'd better not act rashly.
"I'm not stupid." Webb suddenly smiled. After putting away his gun, he shouted to the soldiers around him, "I've received a report that these four bosses are using casinos in Las Vegas to commit money laundering. Bring them back for interrogation and investigation."
The soldiers immediately surrounded them.
Sal's brothers were unhappy. How could they come out in one piece if they went in? If they were handed over to the FBI, they would definitely make them confess under torture!
The soldiers pointed their guns at the gang members who wanted to move and then took the four bosses away in front of everyone.
By the time they left, the entrance of the manor was densely packed with gang members.
There were nearly a hundred people in total.
They directly blocked the exit.
One of the leaders of the gang looked at Webb and said, "If there's anything, you can talk to the lawyer."
"It's because I can't talk to the lawyer that I came to arrest them myself." As he spoke, Webb shouted at the gang members around him, "This is official business! Who wants to cause trouble? I have the right to enforce the law on the spot! "
The leader said, "Alright then, we have more than a hundred people here. Shoot and kill them all. You, Morgan, are amazing. Shoot! If you, Morgan, say that this place is not democratic, in one word, shoot! "
Webb pointed his gun at the leader's head and said fiercely, "Do you think I don't dare?"
"The state has its own private rights. Don't you, Morgan, have your hands too deep?" Sal said in a strange tone.
"If the four of you don't want blood to flow like a river here, you'd better get your men out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame my soldiers for making a move. " Webb said to Sal's four bosses, "I have all the procedures for today's arrest warrant. Don't say that I didn't remind you."
Sal shrugged and said to the gang members, "Didn't you hear what Young Master Webb said? Get out of the way. "
None of them moved. Sal laughed. "Sorry, they have to be loyal. I can't force them."
Weber's face darkened.
His gun was aimed directly at Sal's thigh from the leader's head!
Bang!
Sal fell to the ground on his knee after being shot.
This shot directly aroused the anger of the gang members. One by one, they brandished their steel rods, but they were blocked by the soldiers' shields. Then, they surrounded Webb to protect his safety and fired into the sky, shouting, "Whoever moves will shoot!"
Webb pointed his gun at Sal's head and shouted, "Move! Whoever comes up again, I'll shoot him! Don't blame me for resisting arrest! "
Sal was furious. "It's not your turn to arrest us! Don't f * cking give in! "
Webb smiled. "Why don't you just give in earlier? Why do you have to be stubborn and not soft? Who do you blame? "
With that, he pointed his gun at the other three bosses. "He's not selling. Are you guys selling? If you want to sell, you can leave now. If you don't, no one can protect you today! So what if I have the Morgan surname? Didn't your Mr. Fang make you guys proud for a long time? Now that he's dead, put away your pride. Don't play with me! "
Clap!
At this moment, someone clapped from outside the crowd. It was very loud in this tense situation where one could hear a pin drop.
As the crowd slowly parted to make a path for them, they saw Dulson clapping his hands as he walked through the gate. He laughed sarcastically and said, "What a big scene! Morgan is awesome!"
"Mr. Dulson?" Sal and the other three bosses recognized Dulson. They knew that he was Mr. Fang's man. But they didn't know why he was walking over.
Webb looked at the man and didn't recognize him. He frowned and said, "If you know what's good for you, don't block the way."
Dulson saw that the soldiers were pointing their guns at him. He said, "I'm here to bring a message. Sal, I heard that the four of you want to join the gang, right?"
Sal and the other three bosses looked at each other. They didn't know why Dulson brought this up. Morgan's family was here. If they agreed, wouldn't they be going against Morgan?
"Since the establishment of the organization, not everyone can join it easily. You have to pay something to make it seem like you're sincere." Dulson smiled and slowly approached them. "The emissary, Benjamin, isn't here. I'll be the host today. If you can do one thing, you can join the gang."
Sal asked, "What is it?"
Dulson glanced at Webb. "Kill him!"
(End of this chapter)
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