Hardy Empire 1945

Henry and the others worked hard to load all the cocoa powder into the car. After loading, they left quickly, and the dock became dark and quiet again.

Only the constant sound of the waves.

Return to the new station.

In the living room, a group of people excitedly looked at the leather suitcase on the coffee table. The lid of the suitcase was opened, and there were piles of brand-new hundred-dollar bills inside.

Boss, I've counted it, a total of 300,000. Sean reported excitedly.

Everyone else was excited, and this time they could get a lot of money again.

Hardy didn't wait for anything, and ordered the money directly.

Take out 90,000 and turn it over to the gang.

Sean immediately counted 90,000 and put it aside.

According to the agreement between him and Siegel, the money will be divided into three and seven, and 90,000 of the money will be given to Siegel.

Sean and Henry didn't know about Hardy and Siegel's private decision. Hardy felt that it was not necessary to tell them about everything. It was actually simpler and happier to follow his own efforts to make money.

215,000 points, each of you can share 13,000 points, Sean pays. Hardy said.

It didn't take long, and each of these guys had a thick stack of money in their hands.

All the rest goes to Hardy.

One hundred and five thousand in total.

Boss, what do you think about that batch of cocoa powder? Henry asked.

The amount of cocoa powder in this batch is quite large. They just counted it, and each pack contains 500 packs of one kilogram, which means that the total amount of cocoa powder is 500 kilograms.

Hardy did a quick mental calculation.

$300,000 for five hundred kilograms.

A gram of 0.6 US dollars.

However, in the hands of drug addicts, a gram can often be sold for about four or five dollars, and even more expensive when the stock is small.

Of course, there are also layers of profit sharing.

But this also shows its huge profits.

Ruined?

What a pity.

sell?

Hardy was reluctant to get involved in the drug business.

Find a hidden place to hide first, maybe it will be useful later. Hardy said.

......

Dani sat in the office with a cigar in his mouth and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was half past one in the morning.

He frowned.

The transaction usually only takes half an hour, why did Burstein not come back.

Did something happen?

He couldn't sit still.

John, Walter, take someone to the pier to see why Burstein hasn't come back. Dani said to his two bodyguards.

It's the boss.

The two bodyguards drove to the pier and were shocked by what they saw. The pier was full of corpses and blood, and all the Spanish gang members fell to the ground, including military advisor Berstein.

There were also several dark-skinned men, who they guessed were Colombian.

Hurry up and notify the boss.

The two drove back quickly and ran into the office in a hurry. John panted: Boss, it's not good, strategist Berstein is dead, and all the people we went to trade with are also dead.

Dani stood up abruptly.

What he feared the most had happened.

What's going on?! Dani asked loudly.

We only saw bodies on the pier in the past, the military division was inside, and there seemed to be a few Colombians.

What about the goods, and the money?

I didn't see it.

Are there any boats on the dock?

No.

Dani quickly rushed to the dock with a group of subordinates, where he saw the report of the two subordinates.

Burstein is dead.

More than a dozen men who came to trade with him died.

Three hundred thousand dollars is gone.

The scheduled cocoa powder was also missing.

Could it be that Colombians are black eat black!

But they did business with Colombians for a few years,

This has never happened before, why exactly this time?

What's the matter, what happened! Dani roared in exasperation.

All that could answer him was the cold wind and the sound of the surf at night.

After a long time, Dani calmed down and instructed his subordinates: Dispose of the pier immediately. If other people find the body, the police may even bother us.

The men immediately moved and threw the body onto the truck.

Including the bodies of those Colombians.

There was still a large area of ​​blood on the ground, and he tried to cover it up as much as possible. It was almost dawn, and the fishermen were about to come over. Dani led the people away quickly.

come back to the office.

Dani couldn't calm down. For whatever reason, the loss was too great this time. Berstein, his most powerful man, died. He was his right-hand man, and he was responsible for most of the business in the gang.

And his own $300,000.

After the casino was robbed, the Spanish Gang lost a lot.

He wanted to make some extra money from the cocoa powder so that he could recover his losses.

Work hard to get 300,000 cash, and it's all over.

The money is gone,

The goods are gone.

The next drug business can't be done.

Think of the Colombians who died.

I'm afraid even this line of purchases will be cut off.

Fake!

Fake!

Dani grew angrier the more he thought about it, and roared in the office.

He swept hard at the desk, and all the lamps and tea sets on the desk were swept to the ground, smashing into pieces.

John, gather everyone to find out what happened to me.

John nodded quickly.

Waiting for the two bodyguards to go out, Dani stood at the window, holding a cigar and thinking about who did it, is it General Gustavo who traded with him?

Then why?

Short of money?

But there is no need to use such extreme means, you must know that the business with him is a business that continues to make money.

Is there something going on in Colombia?

Another group of people knew the trading route and followed them along and robbed Berstein and the others at the dock. It was possible.

Dani was eager to send a cable to General Gustavo to confirm this.

But he was worried.

If the telegram is intercepted by the FBI, I am afraid that it will not be long before they come to the door to ask for trouble.

Oh shit.

What to do now, Dani, a veteran who has been running the gang for decades, has no idea for a while.

didn't sleep all night,

Dani was tired and had a headache, but he didn't want to sleep.

He was smoking one cigarette after another, and it made him haggard a lot in just one night.

It's already dawn, and a new day begins.

Ring Ling Ling ~!

The phone rang suddenly.

Dani thought it was John and the others who had the news, and quickly picked it up and put it to his ear, but the person who called was not John, but the head of the brokerage business.

Boss, I want to report something to you. The manager of our model company, called Sanders, suddenly disappeared. No one could be found for three days. More than ten thousand dollars, I suspect that guy may have fled with the money.

Dani didn't know Sanders, how could he possibly remember the name of a little guy with so many people under him.

Danny's head hurt even more when he heard that someone ran away with money.

There's nothing good about these days, it's all bad news.

At this moment, Dani was extremely irritable, and yelled into the phone: Send someone to find that bastard, get the money back, and then bury him alive!

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Whoohoo~~!

Dani gasped heavily.

Oh shit,

Things are not going well.

He didn't know that Sanders had already been buried alive.

until the afternoon,

John just came back from the outside, lowered his head and reported:

I'm sorry boss, we searched carefully and found no clues, nor did we find the Colombian, and we didn't find out what happened.

Dani's fist clenched.

Check, keep checking, I don't believe there is no clue at all! Dani roared.

John quickly agreed and ran out again.

Dani slumped into the boss chair.

Without Burstein, what will happen to the gang business in the future? It is not so easy to train a qualified military division.

The drug trade failed,

The money is gone,

The goods are gone.

What will happen to the drug business in the future?

Casinos are now also closed.

There are only a few bars, underground boxing stadiums, Jiyuan, and usury companies left in the business of the Spanish Gang, but they can't make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, so they can't make ends meet.

Is it because you have sinned against God?

punish me like this.