People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Comrade Frank Gallagher, born and died in the South Side, offended countless people throughout his life.

So, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it, and many people are very happy. Some of them even wish they could open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

Janet overheard some of the people's words and gradually understood the meaning behind Ding Ze's earlier comment, "He deserves to die." At the same time, she became genuinely curious.

What kind of person could live such a tragic life?

Time passes quickly.

The commotion eventually came to an end.

Police have made a preliminary assessment of Frank Gallagher's death, believing he was murdered. The identity of the killer remains unknown...

Based on Frank's manner of death, the police could only conclude that the killer was connected to the former serial killer Ding Ze... but that was all; they had to wait for the FBI to handle it.

The local police could do very little in this matter. After taking photos and making a record, they put the ashes of Frank into an evidence bag and then left.

The police left.

After the spectacle was over, the onlookers gradually dispersed, chattering amongst themselves as they returned to their shameless lives.

About twenty minutes passed.

Outside the Ellebo bar, things have basically returned to normal.

Of course, Fiona and the others were still there; none of them had left.

Kevin took a deep drag on his cigarette and comforted Fiona and her group, "Don't just stand there, let's go sit in the bar."

Before long, the group moved back to the Ellebo Bar, which seemed noticeably different now.

Ding Ze had nothing urgent to do at the moment, so he brought Janet in and sat down at the bar.

Kevin and the others found this somewhat strange, but only slightly, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Kevin quickly returned to the bar, promptly poured a bunch of drinks, and gestured for everyone in the bar to grab a glass. Then, he raised his glass and said, "To Frank!"

Although the group of alcoholics disliked Frank, they had been drinking together in this bar for so many years, and upon hearing this, they all raised their glasses, "To Frank."

Thus, the shameless Comrade Frank Gallagher became a figure in everyone's memory.

Ding Ze and Janet spent half an hour at the bar, and when they were done having fun, they left.

We got in the car and started walking towards the hotel.

"Are you busy tonight?" Janet asked.

“Probably not. John came from Chicago, so he knows Chicago better than I do,” Ding Ze replied. “What are your thoughts?”

“If you’re not busy, how about we go to the movies after dinner?” Janet asked with a smile.

“Okay,” Ding Ze agreed readily without any objection.

“Also, how about we go check out Fox River State Penitentiary tomorrow? I’m really curious,” Janet said.

“Fox River State Prison is a hardened prison and doesn’t allow visits,” Ding Ze replied with a laugh. “We can only visit it briefly.”

“Sure, do you have any friends there?” Janet asked.

Ding Ze thought for a moment, "There's an old man who could be considered one, albeit barely."

"Who?"

"Have you heard of the hijacker DB Cooper?" Ding Ze asked instead of answering. "When I first started out, that old man gave me five million in start-up capital."

Janet: "?????? Is that so? I've never heard of DB Cooper."

It's normal if you haven't heard of it.

DB Cooper worked himself to the bone to steal five million dollars. The Austin family got rich much earlier and were already quite wealthy. Five million dollars is nothing to them, so they don't need to pay much attention to it.

"Let's look it up online," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Janet took out her phone and obediently did as she was told. She found the information in no time and began to look at it carefully.

read it.

Janet was a little confused. "The internet says DB Cooper disappeared, but he wasn't caught."

“There’s been some misunderstanding,” Ding Ze replied, then gave a brief explanation of the situation.

Janet listened quietly, understood, and smiled. "That's interesting. Let's go see DB Cooper tomorrow."

"it is good."

Chatting casually, the two returned to the city center.

at the same time.

The slums of the South District.

Mickey received a call from Abruzzi. He was at home, holding a gun and aiming it at Terry's head. He was just a hair's breadth away from pulling the trigger and shooting Terry. He put away his gun and turned to Mandy. "I have to go to work. When I'm done, I'll take you out to have some fun."

Upon hearing this, Mandy immediately knew what job Mickey was talking about and tensed up. "Will it be dangerous?"

Mickey smiled confidently, "There's no danger. Dongfeng Security has sent over a thousand people. It's just Chicago; what danger could there be?"

Mandy had been to Miami and witnessed firsthand how formidable Dongfeng Security was. Hearing this, she felt somewhat relieved. "Call me when you're done," she said.

Mickey nodded and was about to leave.

Terry truly hadn't expected his son to have risen to this position through all the way, and couldn't help but speak up, "Does Dongfeng Security need more people? You're my son, so getting me in shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Upon hearing this, Mickey couldn't stand it any longer and burst into laughter, "You think you're worthy?"

Terry: "...Damn it, how am I not good enough?"

“You’re not worthy at all! Look at your stupid face, you’re not even qualified to die for Dongfeng Security,” Mickey said mercilessly.

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Enraged by his son's mockery, Terry jumped to his feet, drew his gun, and pointed it at Mickey, yelling, "How dare you talk to me like that! I'll shoot you dead!"

This little commotion was nothing to Mickey Mouse in the past, and he was naturally even more unfazed now.

“You don’t have the guts,” Mickey said with a chuckle, taking out a cigarette, lighting it, and then saying goodbye to Mandy, “I’m leaving.”

Terry certainly didn't have the guts to pull the trigger.

Who is Mickey Mouse now?

A close associate of serial killer Ding Ze, the second-in-command of the Mexican Guadalajara Cartel, and a ruthless man poised to take over Chicago...

Can't be bothered.

Terry could only watch helplessly and furiously as Mickey walked away.

Mickey left the house, a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked for a while, stole a car, and headed towards Abruzzi's location.

-

In his hotel suite, Abruzzi, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazed at the familiar Chicago nightscape through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows while making a phone call.

Shortly after the Abruzzi family withdrew from Chicago, the city's underworld experienced a period of turmoil.

The various families fought each other to the death for a period of time.

Then, the situation gradually stabilized.

The Mario family rose to power and became the bosses of Chicago's underworld, swallowing up some smaller families and even causing some gang leaders to change careers.

Chicago's underground world has changed a lot.

But no matter how things change, as the former patriarch of the Abruzzi family, Abruzzi still holds some prestige in Chicago.

Therefore, after making one phone call after another.

At 8 p.m., it was decided that the heads of various families in Chicago would meet in the hotel's conference room.

The last phone call was made.

Abruzzi put away his phone and smiled. "To be honest, it feels really nice to be back in Chicago."

Vincent laughed, "People have an indelible feeling for their hometown."

“That’s true,” Abruzzi agreed.

Vincent sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette. "How much benefit do you think Chicago can bring us?"

“On a yearly basis, it would amount to two or three billion US dollars,” Abruzzi said.

"So little?" Vincent was slightly surprised.

Abruzzi laughed, "Even excluding Mexican and Colombian specialties, there are still so many. That's quite a lot."

Vincent exhaled a puff of smoke. "If you really think about it, it's not a small amount. I just feel that a city like Chicago should benefit even more."

Abruzzi understood Vincent's thinking: "Chicago is actually a city overflowing with specialty products, only slightly better than Miami. Therefore, excluding specialty products, the other businesses are not exaggerated in scale."

“It feels like there’s an overabundance of local specialties across America,” Vincent laughed.

"Ah."

The two started chatting.