American Comics Plane Trader

"Sir, are you looking for me?" In the luxurious box of the chicken farm, Joe, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, carefully looked at Tony Wendis, who was hugging two beauties, and asked.

That's right, it was Barbaro Joe, who had stolen Josie's car before, who was beaten in the alley outside when Tony came.

At this time, two days have passed since the deadline given by the mafia boss Scarpa.

In the past two days, Joe has not done nothing at all.

It's planning to rob a bank.

Because this is the fastest way he can think of to raise money.

It's just that banks are really not that good at guns.

Not many years have passed since the Great Depression.

The Chicago police, who have experienced the most chaotic period, are very well prepared in terms of force.

Although it is not necessary to use automatic weapons such as submachine guns, shotguns and rifles are basically equipped in every police car-you have seen John Niederp’s Public Enemy, you don’t have four or five people to rob a bank, Without enough firepower and no car to respond, it would be courting death.

And not only the police, most bank security guards are basically equipped with shotguns.

joe what? Nothing but a handful of M1911s.

Of course, cars can be stolen, and he used to do this to earn pocket money, so he is familiar with it.

But weapons and manpower are not enough. Good weapons must be bought with real money, and manpower must be reliable.

These cannot be prepared in a short period of time, and it takes considerable time to prepare.

It is not uncommon for people to rush into the bank with a gun without making any preparations, but 99% of the results are dead bodies on the street.

Joe's purpose is to grab money, not die.

So it's impossible to do it so quickly.

But today, he originally came to the West District to find a former friend, and wanted to ask him to do it together.

It's just that when he mentioned it, the other party rejected it decisively, because the other party had just hooked up with the Irish Gang and obtained a good fortune. Although it was not very profitable, the advantage was that the risk was small.

In this case, it is naturally impossible to lose your head and play with Qiao Gun Bank.

And very unceremoniously drove Joe away.

In the past, when they were poor, they hung out together on the streets for a while. It was not a big friendship, so naturally they would not give Joe too much face.

Joe, who was rejected, was very frustrated. After wandering aimlessly, he wandered to this chicken farm.

As soon as my brain got hot, I didn't care that I didn't have any money in my pocket, so I wanted to come in and have a good time.

Since Joe had come to this gold selling cave when he was rich occasionally, the doorman and the girls inside didn't think of this guy's idea of ​​eating the overlord's meal.

He even used the excuse of going to the toilet after finishing the work, and almost let this guy run away.

Just as he was going out, he was blocked by a few Scarpa's men... In order to prevent this guy from getting away, Scarpa has been sending people to watch this guy.

When the people following him saw him entering the gold sales cave, they thought that this guy got money from that friend, and he didn't want to pay back the money, so he called a few companions to stop him.

As a result, I didn't realize that this guy was playing the doctrine of evading orders.

They didn't get the money, and almost offended the Irish gang in this venue.

Fortunately, Brian, the guard at this place, didn't mean to conflict with the Italians. He knew that the Italians were going to stare at this guy for money, and after Joe was already planning to rob the bank, he said that as long as the guy got the money, he would pay back three times. That's all for today's fee.

Otherwise, according to Brian's normal practice, without breaking Joe's three legs, it is impossible to expose this matter.

As for this product, if it fails to rob the bank...does it need to be said?

Or die at the hands of the police or bank security.

Or die at the hands of the Italians.

There is no need for their Irish help at all.

It's just that although the pain of short limbs has been avoided, the anger of the Italians still needs to be vented.

So Joe was dragged into the alley and got a good beating.

The result was seen by Tony Wendis who came here.

Then Joe was brought in front of this big man by the waiter with an inexplicable expression on his face... Although Tony Wendis is only a tennis player, thanks to the bonus of Margot, a wealthy husband, he For the Common gangsters, they are indeed big men, let alone a street bastard like Joe.

"Baby, you go out first, I have something to discuss with this gentleman." Looking up and down at Joe, Tony Wendis waved to the two beauties beside him.

The two women met in an instant, rubbed provocatively on Tony Wendis's body, and left the box obediently.

"Sit down, what do you want to drink?" Tony Wendis waved his hand and told Joe to sit down.

“威士忌就行。”乔看着托尼·温迪斯面前的威士忌，舔了舔嘴唇道，挨了一顿胖揍，他亟需喝一杯威士忌止疼。

Tony Wendis nodded, picked up the wine bottle in front of him and offered Joe a glass.

"I heard that you owe a lot of money?" Tony Wendis asked after Joe took a sip.

"Yes, sir." Joe replied cautiously, putting down his glass.

"How much is owed?" Tony Wendys asked again.

"Four thousand dollars." Joe replied very simply, and this is not a secret, there is nothing to say.

"Four thousand dollars... Heh, do you want to make money? A lot of money!" Tony Wendis asked with a smile.

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean..." Joe blinked, a little confused about the direction of the person in front of him, but there is no doubt that there is no pie in the sky.

"You just need to tell me whether you want to make this money or not," Tony Wendis said.

"But sir, I must know what you want of me!" asked Jo, unable to resist.

"Joe Barbaro, I know about you, and I also know that if you can't pay back the money within a week, those mafia will not let you go, and I even know that you are planning to rob the bank." Tony Wen "You need the money," Diess said.

"...Then sir, then you should also know that sometimes the benefits of kidnapping are no less than robbing a bank!" Joe didn't like the way the other party was superior, and threatened with some displeasure.

"Oh? Really? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I don't have any relatives except my wife, and the relationship between me and my wife is really bad, so even if you kidnap me, you can't get it." Money, and I have a pretty good relationship with Brian, even if you kidnap me and get the money, how likely is it to spend it?" Tony Wendis said without paying attention to Joe's threats.

"...You are right. Then, sir, what do you want me to do? What is the large amount of money you mentioned?" Joe was a little discouraged.

"Ten thousand dollars!" Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Tony Wendis paused word by word.

"How much?" Joe raised his head suddenly, a little surprised.

"Ten thousand." Tony Wendis repeated again.

Done! Joe made his decision immediately.

Ten thousand dollars is not a small number.

You must know that the professional killers of the mafia in this period usually cost two thousand to four thousand per order.

Although I don't know what Tony Wendis wants him to do, but in Joe's mind, no matter how serious it is, can it be serious enough to kill someone?