The big bosses really looked down on Sal and the others. They weren't afraid of Sal and the others, but rather despised them.
It was just like how those who made money looked down on those who made their fortune through drug trafficking or illegal activities. Although they were both rich, the former were full of contempt for the latter.
Sal and the others liked it when these people looked down on them, but they had no choice but to call them over to negotiate.
Needless to say, it was exceptionally satisfying!
At the same time, the surveillance footage of the entire conference room had been hacked by the FBI for tracking.
"Attention, everyone is here. Listen to all movements of Sal and the others' phones, and track all calls during this period. Also, have you found their Swiss accounts?"
"Yes, and we've already negotiated with the Swiss bank for a tracking request. Once the money enters their accounts, we'll know immediately."
Pierre and the others looked at the four Mexican mafia bosses and grinned. "Should we drink some coffee first? Alpine coffee. "
Sal shrugged. "I know this isn't a problem that can be solved in a short time. It really should go with some coffee."
The secretary poured four cups of coffee.
Pierre went straight to the point. "Mr. Sal, the people on the list are actually members of your gang, right? I know. There's no need to beat around the bush. "
The four mafia bosses looked at the information collected by the FBI and smiled. "I don't know what you want to say."
"These people will be in the gambling city every day. They will come to gamble every day. And every time, we have calculated, they will win at least tens of millions. Adding up to a few hundred million is not a problem." Pierre took a puff on his cigar and said, "It's easy for millionaires to appear in Las Vegas, but 80 millionaires in one day is a bit ridiculous. What's more, these 80 millionaires immediately turned into hooligans. They don't look like millionaires at all. That's even more strange. Where did all the money they won go?"
Sal said, "You're asking us, but who should we ask?"
Another mafia boss nodded and smiled. "You run a casino. Don't tell me you don't allow gamblers to win? Why are you the only one allowed to win and not the guests? How dare you open your business? Winning and losing is a matter of time. Or did you do something to the casino to determine that the guests can't win?
"Do you want me to show you the video surveillance of these 80 people gambling every day? Look at how they don't lose every time they gamble. If there's no such thing as a ghost, who would they be fooling? "Pierre snorted.
Sal said angrily, "Mr. Peel, do you want me to make it public as well? The security guards of your casino are always distrustful of our gang members, searching them, and making things difficult for them to take their winnings out of the casino? Don't think that we don't know that you have threatened people underground, but who are we? I admit that we are in the underworld and aren't afraid of being scared. If you want to play hard, we won't be afraid. But please don't beat around the bush and tell jokes. Aren't you afraid of straining your waist? We're all the same here. Since you dare to open your doors to do business, aren't you afraid of experts coming to challenge you? Are you afraid of us ordinary members coming to gamble? "
At this point, Sal was too lazy to talk nonsense. He slammed the table and said, "If you don't want us to win money, fine! All of you, close your doors and stop doing business! Why don't you leave this place to us? Since you don't have the ability to manage it, you should hire a better gambler. Who can you blame? In any industry, there are winners and losers. You're old and can't beat the newcomers. Then give up your seats. Don't do this! If you don't want to give up your seats and insist on using bank loans and state support, that's fine. Anyway, we're gambling normally. If you admit defeat, you lose. "
The scene was dead silent.
Money could make people crazy, and more benefits could make people throw their lives away!
Sal and the others might have been afraid of this group of rich people in Las Vegas in the past, but now they were not. Previously, they thought that Mr. Fang only wanted to make money, but later, they were wrong. Mr. Fang was doing this to force the older generation of rich people to step down and replace them!
This was a very crazy thing, even crazier than the destruction of the Mexican mafia. Because Las Vegas itself was a legendary place, a legend that represented America's wealth. There were four places in America where if you showed enough status, it was enough to show your ability. The White House, Silicon Valley, Wall Street, and Las Vegas!
The last three places represented the American dream!
Wall Street could stir up the entire American stock market, Silicon Valley could influence the future development of America's technology strategy, and Las Vegas was a place of sin and dreams. If you did well in any of these places, you would be able to stand firm.
Pierre stared straight at the four mafia bosses and said, "A bunch of beggars who have no constructive or contribution to a city, yet you want to come here and cheat money? Where do you think your face comes from? "
Sal smacked his lips. "If there's money, we can all earn it together. We're all descendants of Mexico, so why suppress us? You open a casino, we place bets, and we take the money when we win. Isn't that normal? "
"What's the point of winning by cheating?"
"Who cheated?" The four bosses roared. "You need evidence to speak, you know? Show me your evidence. If you don't have it, I'll sue you for slander! Since when did a Las Vegas stop playing hooligans? You really have the nerve to call us here, and then try to frame us? To be honest, we're uncultured, and we don't have a good foundation. You point at those people we killed and say that we're bad people. We don't deny it, but you're spouting nonsense. Be careful, your tongues might be cut off one day! "
Just then, the four of them received text messages on their phones at the same time.
It was a billing message from a Swiss bank card.
Each of them had received 35 million USD.
At the same time, an FBI temporary base immediately traced to the Swiss bank and said, "200 million has been lost. These four people only received 35 million each, a total of 400 million USD. Then where did the other 800 million USD go? Hurry up and find out who transferred 800 million USD into the account at this time. We want everyone's information! "
His subordinates started to contact the Swiss bank and tested the pressure with higher authority. Only then did they secretly release the information. At this point in time, there seemed to be only one person who had transferred 800 million USD into the account!
A user named Statham!
"Find out who this Statham is!"
"Boss, he's a financial manager and lawyer. He currently has more than 6 billion USD in his account!"
"Go find him immediately!"
Statham was buying his new house. His salary was ten million USD a year, and he had an advance of 200,000 USD to buy a house. His girlfriend was still at work. Just as he was about to call her, he found that his phone signal seemed to have been cut off.
This was the deployment of the special forces during an operation to prevent anyone from making a phone call to leak information or to call for help to interfere with the case.
When he opened the window, an armed police officer came down from the balcony and smashed the window.
Suddenly, someone rushed in and pinned him to the ground.
Statham looked at the window and the door that had been smashed open. His heart ached. "My new house!"
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