Just as Vigo had said, Abram understood that things had reached a point where he had to fight back. He said helplessly, "What do you need me to do?"
This made Vigo very happy. If Abram was on the same side as him, his chances of winning would increase greatly.
He stood up and wanted to pick up the four large handbags beside the sofa, but he gave up after picking one up. It was too heavy. He kicked the remaining three bags under his feet.
He opened a suitcase on the table, which was full of gold coins from the Continental Hotel.
Vigo said solemnly, "There are a total of 20 million dollars and 200 gold coins from the Continental Hotel. No one should be watching you right now.
I need you to take this money and gold coins to the Continental Hotel to issue a mission and kill everyone who goes against us. "
Abram jumped up in fright. "That's impossible, Vigo. No matter how powerful the Continental Hotel is, it won't take on this kind of mission. It won't be a problem to kill one or two or even ten people.
But if the Continental Hotel dares to take on this kind of full-scale power struggle in New York's underworld, it will definitely be targeted by all the underworld forces afterward. They won't take on this kind of mission that breaks the rules. "
"Then find Winston, the hotel manager, in private. I don't believe that he doesn't have any powerful assassins to take on private jobs. As long as the mission doesn't enter the hotel's assassin system, it won't affect Winston much. At the very least, we have to make sure that the Continental Hotel doesn't do anything to us.
And tell him that as long as he's willing to help me, I'll repay him in the future. As long as I can do it, I'll help you three times for free. "
"But, but..."
"F * ck, no buts."
Seeing that Abram was still hesitating, Vigo walked up to him and stared at him fiercely. "What I'm discussing with you now is whether the Tarasov Family can exist or not.
Those damn rules are only rules when we're all alive. If we're not alive, the rules are bullshit.
Do you f * cking understand the current situation? Do you want your son to be killed and your daughter to be a prostitute? Bastard. "
Vigo's scolding finally woke Abram up. He let go of the scruples in his heart and said with a ferocious expression, "Okay, let's do it.
Whoever wants to kill us, we'll kill them first. At worst, I'll open all the taxi information network under me to Winston for free. "
"Haha, yes, that's the way it should be, Abram. After this is done, I will support you in unifying all the taxis in New York. You will become the second king of information in New York, after Bowery King, the king of beggars."
"Really?" Abram asked excitedly.
"Of course, if I don't support you, who else can I support?" Vigo replied firmly.
At the same time, he thought that it was not a bad idea to hand over the taxicab business, which was not profitable and troublesome, to Abram so that he would not have any ideas about other businesses after he got his hands on oil and smuggled cars.
Vigo knew very well that New York's entire taxi system wasn't that easy to integrate. He would be thankful if he could occupy half of it. It was impossible to occupy all of it.
However, even if he could only occupy half of it, it was still a very impressive thing.
Abram would not be as well informed as Bowery King about all that was going on in the underworld of New York, but he would not be far behind.
Damn it. Vigo suddenly looked at Abram in shock. Since when did this brash brother of his become so astute? Did he mean what he said just now?
As long as he could get his hands on the source of information in the underground world, Abram would be more useful to those big shots than him.
Maybe this identity could save his life one day.
With doubts in his heart, Vigo asked tentatively, "Are you confident? The future king of information. "
"Of course, as long as I have your support, plus the profits from oil and smuggled cars, I can definitely integrate all the taxicabs in New York," Abram grinned.
"Don't worry, Vigo. If you want to know anything in the future, just tell me and I promise to give it to you immediately."
His words made Vigo's tense heart relax. It seemed like his brother was still a brute. He really thought that he could integrate all the taxicabs just because he had money and connections. Hehe, you'll be in for a lot of trouble in the future.
"Thank you, my brother. We don't have much time. Hurry up and find Winston. Go early, in case someone rushes to find him before us," Vigo said softly.
"Understood." Abram nodded. He and Vigo each struggled to drag four backpacks and suitcases to the elevator.
The elevator went down to the underground parking lot. The two of them struggled to carry the four backpacks and the suitcase containing 200 gold coins into Abram's car.
"F * ck, I never knew 5 million USD would be so heavy," Vigo cursed softly after closing the car door.
"Haha, Vigo, you don't know this. 10 million USD is 105 kilograms. Unless you're super strong, no one can easily carry 5 million USD around.
Those in the movies who carry 5 million USD and 10 million USD around are definitely fake, "Abram said with a laugh.
Vigo was a little embarrassed. "Alright, business is more important."
"Understood." Abram nodded. He opened the car door and got in. He opened the car window and said to Vigo, "Wait for my good news."
"Okay, remember to keep it a secret. I'll wait for your good news."
After sending Abram off, Vigo stood in the parking lot expectantly as he watched Abram's car turn and leave. He thought to himself that as long as Winston was on his side, it would be much easier for him to get rid of his opponents.
Abram drove out of the parking lot and scolded Vigo as he drove. "F * ck, Vigo, do you really think I'm an idiot? Just wait and see, bastard. Do you really think that seat is easy to sit in?
If it wasn't for the fact that I was forced into a corner by you, only an idiot would risk his life to help a bastard like you. You still want to be the underground king. I think when you really reach that day, it will be the time for you to meet Satan. Idiot, bastard, brainless. "
After scolding for a long time, Abram suddenly chuckled. "It's not that there aren't any benefits. At the very least, as long as I can get in touch with Winston, there won't be any assassins in the future.
In New York, no assassin would dare to disobey the orders of the Continental Hotel's manager.
There are also benefits to not being the boss. Keeping a low profile and making a fortune is the way of the king. People tend to focus on the industry's number one, and no one will care about the eternal number two.
Because with the industry's number one in front, the threat of number two won't be so big. "
Abram chuckled. "In the gang, there's Vigo at the front line. In the intelligence world, there's Bowery King at the front. I, the double number two, am the safest.
Bowery King, Vigo, only idiots like you care about reputation, but you don't know that in the underground world, being famous is a target for others. It's a threat.
When necessary, it's not like I can't be a grandson. If I can't be a dog, then I'll be a mouse. As long as I don't show my head, a mouse is the safest, because no official in New York would be willing to go to the sewers to catch a mouse. "
It turned out that this guy had been acting when he was with Vigo.
If William knew Abram's thoughts, he would definitely praise Abram for being a f * cking genius. This was a smart person who truly understood the way to survive in the underground world.
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