American Comics Plane Trader

It was still in the western suburbs of Chicago, a tavern with a CLOSED sign on the outside, but the inside was filled with smoke.

A bartender, four big men in suits, was smoking and drinking wine.

"Who knew that drunkard was so damn resistant to beating, now he's fine, he's fine with his own death, but it delayed our plan, and made the police pursue him even harder. It's really unlucky. Goss, give me another Have a drink." One of the big men in a suit drank the whiskey in the glass, and then put the glass on the counter cursingly.

These four strong men were the four unlucky ones who were hit by Tony Wendis drunk that night, failed to snatch up the jewelry store, and even took the blame for Josie.

From the man's words, it can be seen that they really didn't know that Tony Wendis was killed by Josie's knife later, and they really thought that the four of them beat him too hard at that time, and they gave him Beaten to death.

"It's almost there. You've already drank two bottles of my wine. This is a real Kentucky bourbon!" The bartender named Goss rolled his eyes and didn't refill his glass.

He is not only the bartender, but also the owner of this tavern. He is also an accomplice of these four guys, helping them with some logistical work such as buying guns, getting cars, and selling stolen goods.

"Oh, come on, Goss, it's just two bottles of whiskey!" Hearing what Goss said, the strong man shouted dissatisfied.

"It's just a good word, Cody! Do you still think it was two years ago? Go out and see what the price of a bottle of whiskey is now, two hundred yuan, this is two hundred yuan, and you can't buy it if you have money." Here!" Goss muttered dissatisfied.

Although the era of Prohibition has long passed, but because of the war, the price of alcohol in the United States soared again, and because of the army's requisition, in 1943, it was basically impossible to buy alcohol brewed by serious wineries in the world.

Even the whiskey imported from Ireland, many of them were expropriated.

A serious bottle of whiskey can sell for at least dozens or even hundreds of dollars.

And for a boutique like bourbon, two hundred dollars is not expensive at all.

Of course, there are still cheap wines, and you can buy a bottle for ten dollars if you have a small workshop or private wine brewed on a farm.

But those who understand wine should know that the kind of moonshine wine without any technology, it is fine if it tastes bad and has a low alcohol content, and there is a risk of poisoning.

"Hey, it's only two hundred yuan. We robbed so many jewels before." Cody said angrily. Of course he knew that wine was expensive, but so what? What's the point of doing what they do if you don't get drunk?

"A lot? Yes, you grabbed a lot before, but how many high-quality goods are there? Even gold is only 18K, platinum is very rare, that is, silver is of higher quality, and the total value does not exceed 100,000. Not to mention that it hasn’t been sold yet, even if it’s all sold out, we can get more than 20,000 yuan, thank God, after deducting other expenses such as guns and cars, how much can we have left?” Goss scolded unhappily.

That's right, this guy has robbed three times in Chicago before.

But the targets of those three times were only very common civilian-level jewelry stores.

There won't be any high-end jewelry in this kind of shop.

So don't look at the amount of jewelry they robbed, but the quality is very poor, basically each piece is worth tens or hundreds of dollars.

For comparison, it is the Common jewelry that is priced at thousands to tens of thousands of soft sister coins in jewelry stores in the 21st century.

Those who know a little bit will know that this level of jewelry, apart from the precious metal itself, if the gemstones on it have no commercial bonus, the value is very low.

So those hundreds of pieces of jewelry that seem to be worth more than one hundred thousand dollars are actually worth forty to fifty thousand dollars.

But this is not over yet. The sale of stolen goods is to leave at least 50% of the price difference to the follow-up middlemen, and even 70% or 80% for the darker ones.

Otherwise, who would take legal risks to help you sell the stolen goods?

Calculated in this way, the 20,000 yuan that Goss said in the end is already a lot.

If the 20,000 yuan is divided equally between five people, it will be 4,000 yuan per person... How many bottles of whiskey is enough?

This time, the robber named Cody stopped talking. Although he was a little stunned, he also knew what Goss said.

"Okay, Goss, open another bottle, it's mine!" At this moment, the oldest-looking one among the four men in suits was slightly smaller and spoke.

Seeing this person speak, Goss didn't choke anymore, nodded, and then took out a bottle of his own treasure from the counter again.

"Hey, it's still Boss Louis!" Seeing this, Cody excitedly picked up the wine and opened it, first poured the one he spoke to, that is, the boss Louis in his mouth, and then filled himself.

"I don't have many such good wines, and I will only be able to sell bootleg wine in a short time." Seeing this, Goss shook his head and said.

"Don't worry, Goss, everything will be fine." Louis took a sip with a smile, and then looked at the other two, "Frank, Dix, why are you so silent today, don't worry, we will take you after the limelight passes. Make a good vote."

"Of course, Louis, I believe you!" Dix, who was the tallest in the room, said in a low voice.

"Louis...I want to quit!" The last young man named Frank said after hesitating for a while.

As soon as he said this, the small group in the tavern could not be wiped out.

"Why? Frank? We've just started, and we've done a good job." The man named Cody was a little anxious when he heard Frank's words, "Are you going to betray us because of this little trouble?"

"Shut up, Cody!" Louis stopped, then turned to Frank. "Frank, can you tell me why?"

"It's Marcy, she doesn't want me to mess around like this anymore." Frank said hesitantly.

Marcy is a country girl and Frank's childhood sweetheart, his lover.

"Oh, come on, it's Marcy again, what's so good about her? Look at Fanna, when will she dare to meddle in my affairs?" Seeing Frank's appearance, Cody said with extreme contempt.

"Cody!" Louis yelled again and stopped.

Cody spread his hands and said nothing.

"It doesn't matter if you quit, you have your own choice, but what do you plan to do in the future?" Louis asked Frank again.

"I'm going to join the army!" Frank said his decision.

pretty! Cody on the other side rolled his eyes again.

Although the various propagandas of the Federation have caused many passionate young people to join the army, this definitely does not include people like Cody.

On the contrary, Louis, who is the leader, doesn't have too many opinions. Their small group itself is made up impromptu, and they are all very good friends. They are not very restrictive, and there are not so many rules.

"If you want to quit, there is no problem, but Frank, there are some things that have to be said first. First, because you quit early, you have to deduct half of your share. In addition, it is absolutely not allowed to betray your brother, otherwise the consequences will be You understand." Louis said as he drank the wine in his glass.

"Of course, Louis, I understand, thank you for your understanding." Frank thanked.

Boom, boom, just then, there was a knock on the door of the tavern.

Several people in the tavern immediately became nervous when they heard the sound.

Goss signaled them to be calm, and then carefully approached the door, looked outside through the visor of the door, and then relaxed.

"It's Coby!" Goss said to the four people in the room.

Hearing this name, the four of them relaxed.

Coby is a well-known underground broker in this area. He helps people who are "job seekers" match up, sells stolen goods, lends money, and also works in underground casinos and underground horse racing.

Louis and the others did many things through the test.

"Louis, someone wants to see you!" Coby said to Louis after he came in and glanced at the surroundings of the store.

"Meet me? Who?" Louis asked, frowning.

"Dr. Schneider, Erwin Lyndon Schneider, have you heard of it?" Coby asked.

"Schete, Dr. Schneider? That Schneider from Philadelphia?" Others were confused, but Louis' eyes lit up.