Chapter 16 Chicago Is Mine

It's a pity that the big devil will always be the big devil. Such things as the prince beheading the devil, taking the princess with him, and living a sexually happy life can only happen in fairy tales.

In 5 minutes, all 41 people were lying on the open ground, moaning and waiting for the doctor's treatment. The little pride in their hearts had long been lost.

"Everyone, double the training from tomorrow." Li Zitao walked away with a dark face, and everyone lowered their heads in shame, feeling that they had failed the boss' expectations and cultivation.

Little did he know that Li Zitao was praising Wang Dagou at this moment, "The training effect is good, but he is still a young man, too prone to pride, and needs to be polished."

After Li Zitao finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Wang Dagou's reply. He turned his head and found that he was looking at him with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" Li Zitao looked his body up and down, 'There's nothing strange about it! '

"When you talk, can you not be so old-fashioned, and don't forget your age." Wang Dagou said helplessly.

"..." Thinking of the number 17, Li Zitao smiled awkwardly.

Maybe it's because of the memory of his previous life, or because of his perverted strength, he always ignores his age, and his personality seems a bit mature.

"I'm going out tomorrow, and I'll leave the family to you." Family, this is the first time Li Zitao mentioned this word, but it contains a heavy weight.

"Well, don't worry, you also pay attention to safety." Wang Dagou knew what he was going to do, and wanted to persuade him to bring more people, but he also knew that he couldn't persuade him at all.

Ever since Jack Chen was accidentally beaten to death by him, the boy in front of him has become more and more unfamiliar, and he has become more and more incomprehensible.

Fortunately, the two of them are still together, and life is getting better and better.

Although this kind of life may be torn apart in the next second, at least in this second, they don't need to worry about life or go hungry.

"Li, I'm leaving." The two were walking forward with their own thoughts, when a figure stood in front of Li Zitao abruptly.

"Why do you want to leave all of a sudden?" Looking at Bergman, Li Zitao felt a little bit reluctant.

He is used to the existence of this woman, to her running around in front of him every day, to her nagging and endless preaching, to her always being speechless by him, gritting her teeth and looking at her viciously. own appearance.

"You have to leave, don't you?" Bergman said with some disappointment.

"Well, that's right, we have to leave." Li Zitao took a deep breath, raised his head to look at her and said with a smile, "Go, I'll see you off in person."

Li Zitao is not an idiot, nor is he an idiot. These days of getting along day and night, he has already understood the thoughts of this naive woman.

But his first reaction was not elation and joy, but panic, the feeling of emptiness and no place for peace of mind made Li Zitao choose to remain silent.

love? For him now, it is a luxury that can only be viewed from a distance but cannot be owned.

Don't look at him having a lot of fun every day, but Li Zitao is not a sentimental person, he just still has the habit of flirtatious.

When love really fell on his head, and he was a goddess like Bergman who was well-educated, had a good family background, and had superb looks and figures, Li Zitao was terrified.

He was afraid that he would not be able to give Bergman a future, and even now he couldn't even make a promise, because after every night, he didn't know if he could see the sun again.

On the taxi to the airport, Bergman wanted to express his feelings several times, but every time Li Zitao changed the topic first.

So much so that when Bergman got off the car at the airport, his eyes were already reddened, and finally he gave Li Zitao a resentful look, turned around and left.

In 1914, the United States had many airlines,

Including Braniff, Pan Am, Delta, United, Universal, Northwest, Eastern and more.

At this time, the number of passengers is small, and people don't trust planes so much. They choose ferries and trains more, and aviation is more used to deliver packages at this time.

That's right, apart from transporting soldiers, tanks and vehicles on the battlefield, the biggest use of the original transport aircraft was for express delivery.

Of course, this time should be called slow delivery, because its speed is really slow.

In 1925, the famous Ford Motor acquired an aircraft manufacturing company. The civil aviation aircraft it produced was called Trimotor. This aircraft could carry 12 passengers, which completely kicked off the era of civil aviation. It was the most important model in the early 1920s.

It was at this time that he accumulated strong experience in aircraft manufacturing, so after World War II kicked off and the United States entered the war, Ford was able to decisively stop the production of civilian vehicles.

Dedicated to the war, it built thousands of bombers, nearly 60,000 aircraft engines, and 250,000 tanks in less than three years, and began to make a fortune in war.

Seeing Bergman's figure disappear into the airport, Li Zitao regained focus with a dazed gaze, knowing that this parting might be forever.

At this moment, a hard object was pressed against his waist, and a gloomy growl sounded behind him: "Don't move, follow me obediently."

Li Zitao smiled faintly, let the other party put his hands on his shoulders, and pushed him into the car next to him. The man in the car lifted the gun on his leg, signaling him to get into the car honestly.

Sitting between two gunmen, Li Zitao already guessed who wanted to see him.

Except for the daring Italian mafia, who would dare to hijack him at gunpoint in front of the airport gate in broad daylight.

The car stopped in front of a bar, and Li Zitao was robbed and carried up to the second floor. The dim room was flickering, and the light bulbs were flickering. A figure sat behind a large carved mahogany table, his face looked hazy under the smoke Only the sparks from the cigarette butts are dazzling.

"Mr. Paul Rica, how are you feeling recently?" Li Zitao didn't recognize the face opposite, but this did not prevent him from guessing the identity of the opposite party.

For this meeting, he waited patiently for two weeks, but the other party was more anxious than he imagined, and he planned to call the number in his pocket tomorrow.

"Who are you from?" Paul Rica was smoking a cigar, his face hidden behind the smoke was changing uncertainly, and Li Zitao's calmness made him a little unpredictable.

"Paul, maybe we should talk alone." Li Zitao looked around, the meaning was obvious, he didn't want outsiders to be in the conversation between the two.

"Boy, shut your mouth." The subordinate standing next to him roared ferociously, and raised his hand in two steps, wanting to hit Li Zitao with the butt of his gun.

He squatted down, twisted his waist and turned around, raised his foot and kicked upwards, and the sole of his foot touched the opponent's chin. Before he could even scream, his body flew upside down and hit the wall.

Shaking the coat on his body, Li Zitao seemed to be unable to see the muzzles of guns all around him, and looked at Paul Rica provocatively, as if saying, 'These people can't stop me. '

The hand holding the cigar waved, and the room fell into silence again. Paul Rica came out from behind the table, "Who hired you, and how much did he pay you?"

"No one hires me, I work for myself." Li Zitao spread his hands and smiled.

"So... what do you want?" Paul Rica looked at him with gloomy eyes. This young man made him a little unpredictable, just like facing Capone.

No, Capone can only be regarded as moody, and the bright light in the eyes of the young man in front of him let him know that the other party is not the kind of pervert who kills people for fun.

"I want you." When Paul Ricard heard these words, his ass tightened, but fortunately Li Zitao continued: "And everything about Capone, I want the whole of Chicago."

Knowing that he was wrong, Paul Rica was not at ease. The other party wanted to become the new King of Chicago.

Hehe, just relying on his skill?

Paul Rica admits that he is very skilled and his movements are as fast as lightning, but no matter how fast he can pass thousands of machine guns, grenades and explosives?

"Paul, Capone is becoming history. He has no chance to get out of prison again. You need to make a new choice." Li Zitao exposed some information appropriately.

Paul Rica was not surprised to hear these words. When Capone asked him to contact Papa Johnny and Luciano, he knew that Capone was in big trouble.

Otherwise, how could he seek help from others, even Papa Johnny and Luciano, by virtue of his disdainful temper.

"Why don't I do it alone? Why do you think that you can take over Chicago?" Paul Rica said with disdain in a frivolous tone.

Frank and McGurn are dead, Capone's brothers are in Cicero, and they dare not come out.

As long as Joe, Capone's most trusted personal bodyguard is killed, he can take over everything in the Capone Group, even if it is only a part, it is better than being under someone else.

"No, no, no, you made a mistake." Li Zitao came to the table and sat on the table with his hands propped up. "Chicago is mine, and I chose you."

He stretched out his hand and made a shooting motion to aim at Paul Rica. The gloomy killing intent made him freeze in place, and a drop of sweat left from the corner of his eyes, as if the actual killing intent made him feel panic.

"Otherwise, there is no need for you and all of this to exist." Shooting, 'piu,' Li Zitao jumped off the table and walked out at a leisurely pace.

squeak~

Opening the wooden door, Li Zitao said with a slightly raised mouth: "I'll wait for your news, you know where I can be found."

Paul Rica stood there with flickering eyes, until the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared completely, the right hand holding the cigar trembled unnaturally, and tremblingly put the cigarette near his mouth.

"Hiss...huh..." Paul Rica's heart regained his calm after exhaling a deep puff of smoke.

Over the years, he has seen countless ruthless people, killers, drug dealers, and lunatics, but no one has ever given him such a strong sense of oppression.

At that moment just now, Paul Rica even had a feeling of suffocation as he fell into the water.

Although there are more than 20 subordinates outside, and hundreds of people will be able to support and surround this place within 5 minutes, Paul Rica still has a ridiculous thought in his heart, 'As long as he wants to, he will die...'