People in the United States, the beginning of gun fighting

Chapter 222 The First Order

The four of them gathered in the living room, and Logan stretched his head to look at the rough environment around him, then looked at Luke and asked, "Who is this?"

"Yashi Nami, our new member, the main task is to take care of me, and then take over Queens."

Luke laughed.

Nami Yashishi did not refute, and her beautiful eyes stayed on Logan and Victor. The two men had a strong momentum, and their strength was not inferior to hers.

"Take over Queens?"

Victor nodded pretendingly, then twitched his nose slightly, and asked in surprise, "A mutant too?"

"That's right, she is also a mutant, her physical fitness and reaction nerves have been greatly strengthened, and her strength is very strong."

"Strong? Stronger than us?"

Victor squinted his eyes.

Nami frowned, secretly clenched the samurai sword in her hand.She didn't like the man's gaze very much.

"Don't talk about her, are you all right?"

Luke asked.

Logan nodded, "It went well. Our immediate boss, Major General Giles Kyle, welcomed us very much, but he was very cautious about our invitation and said that he would consider it."

"Invite the military? If you want to deal with gangsters, isn't it the joint police?"

Nami looked at Luke and said.

Luke nodded appreciatively, and then said: "The environment in New York is responsible now. The gangsters and the police are colluding with each other. Didn't you notice that the gunshots rang out last night and no police showed up?"

"If you want to unify them, you must use external forces to break the situation. The military's intervention is naturally the best result."

"Are you so confident in convincing him?"

Nami was still a little skeptical.

Luke glanced at her with a half-smile, as if to say, how did you forget?

Nami kept her mouth shut.

"What should we do next?" Logan asked.

Luke got up and took out his bank card, called it to Nami, and said, "We are going to start a transportation company, you can find some people, and you can use your people."

"Transportation? It doesn't seem like we can intervene, does it?"

Nami put forward different opinions. At this time, most of the transportation companies have the background of the military and gangsters. If a new force appears rashly, they will definitely be targeted by them.

"You don't have to worry about that, you get the company and we get the order."

Nami glanced at Luke's confident appearance, picked up the bank card, and asked, "How much money is in it?"

"More than 1000 million, let's make do with it."

Luke replied calmly.

"More than 1000 million?"

Victor and Logan looked at each other darkly, and the tens of millions at this time can be regarded as a large number.

Luke nodded, "Take it and use it first, and try to manage the relationship as well. It doesn't matter if you fail, anyway, the customs will bow their heads when the time comes."

"Yes, my lord!"

Nami put the bank card in her clothes and put it next to her body. This was the first time she had seen such a large amount.

"Okay, you go to prepare first, don't you two have to stay in the base all the time?"

Luke looked at Logan and asked.

Victor shook his head, "No, they wish we wouldn't go to work, and save their share."

Luke grinned, "That's fine. It just so happens that we have other people who need to be taken care of today. When doing business, we must take the initiative."

Hearing this, Victor was already restless.

A few days later, a shipping company was quietly established, but there were no orders. They just rented an office near the port and put up the company's name.

【Thousand Gold Shipping Company】

This was Nami's name, and Luke didn't object. After all, the initial plan was to let Nami be the speaker.

Nami gathered some Japanese and Germans who remained in Chinatown, and planned to train them to become sailors, and then bought two standard cargo ships under Luke's instructions. In this way, everything was ready, and only the east wind was owed.

Jim Christian, an Italian, is a well-known businessman in New York Harbor. He owns many finished product processing factories. In New York, let alone a small police station, even the mayor of New York will give him some points face.

His subordinates have businesses all over North America, not only have normal business activities, but also carry out a large number of smuggling crimes.

Smuggling refugees from Europe to various parts of the Americas, selling Japanese and Germans as goods, and smuggling medicines from Mexico into the United States are so powerful that it is unimaginable.

But such a person has been a little troubled recently. One of his partners, the leader of the mafia, died suddenly.

The high-level mafia was furious and ordered a thorough investigation of the matter, but the sky was high and the emperor was far away, and the people under him were yin and yang, and they were devouring the shipping company of the deceased while calling for the murderer to be found.

This group of short-sighted guys fought several times on the pier, which aroused the anger of the military and ordered their ships not to leave the port. Without that person to manage customs, some secret smuggling activities could not be carried out.

Jim can't make money. As a businessman, he can bear being poor, but he can't bear not being able to make money.

In the past two days, he also contacted many people, either getting the goods to Los Angeles to sell, or throwing the goods in their hands. The Mexicans outside have already started urging, but Jim's cargo ship has not arrived yet.

The risk in Los Angeles is not great, but the gangs there ask for too much money, and with customs management, that little profit is not acceptable to Jim.

As for throwing the goods in their hands, it is even more impossible. At this time, there are not a few people engaged in foreign trade, Americans and Jews. If they mess up this time, it is very likely that they will lose their channels.

Hard to do!
Damn Italian, why are you so careless, you are the leader of the mafia, how can you still be assassinated!

Jim cursed for a while, completely forgetting the fact that he was Italian too.

If it really doesn't work, he can only hire a few boats to go to sea to transport it himself.

"Dong dong!"

The servant outside the door whispered: "Boss, someone came to see you. They said it was from the shipping company."

Jim frowned slightly. In the past two days, he had met many bosses of shipping companies. As soon as he came in, it was the sea. I had the final say. Those who didn't know thought it was the commander-in-chief of the navy.

As a result, when it comes to smuggling, no one dares to fart!
With a sigh, Jim said, "Let them in."

No way, we still have to wait for the opportunity.

The door opened, and Jim restrained the distress on his face, showing a tempered smile, took out a cigar from the humidor, trimmed it slowly, and waited for the guests to come in.

Footsteps sounded, and the three of Luke strolled into the living room. This Jim is a great shipping businessman, resplendent and resplendent, and some of the collections at home seem to be genuine.

However, his attitude was a bit arrogant, and he was still smoking a cigar leisurely.

Jim rolled his eyes at the three of them, with a fierce look, his brows were slightly furrowed and then loosened, and he said with a smile, "The three of you should sit down first."

The three of Luke sat on the sofa beside them.

"I don't know what kind of business you three are here today?"

Luke glanced at Jim's calm appearance, chuckled a few times, and said, "I heard that Boss Jim's business has not been going well recently. As part of the workers, we naturally want to do our best for the boss."

"We can help you solve the problem of shipping."

"you?"

Jim is a little smirk, how dare this unknown little character say that?

"Help me solve the problem? That's fine, listen first."

Jim said, smoking a cigar.

Luke nodded slightly.

"My goods are not simple, not only bright, but also other."

"Brother Jim, you mean smuggling?"

Luke asked cooperatively.

"That's right," Jim said bluntly, too lazy to fight any more, "medicine, weapons, population, refugees, etc.!"

"My fleet is trapped in Africa, otherwise it wouldn't be so tight. Tell me, can you solve it?"

After speaking, Jim looked at the three people in front of him with a half-smile.

Before, there were self-confident gangsters who came to me, but the medicines and the population can only afford the same, let alone refugees and weapons. Before, the governments of small countries, which are in the United States, are powerful gangsters. Divide the mafia.

Luke smiled slightly, "So, we are actually colleagues!"

"Coming together?"

Jim put down his cigar.

Luke nodded, "That's right, I used to transport arms too, selling weapons to Africa, Europe, and the Far East."

Jim was a little more cautious. He was a foreign trade businessman, not an arms dealer. He had seen the heroic appearance of those arms dealers.

But at most he smuggled small arms, at most he could get some submachine guns.

"So? You can eat these things?"

Jim asked with narrowed eyes.

Luke nodded, "It shouldn't be difficult, I'm very experienced."

Jim breathed a sigh of relief, could it be that a knowledgeable person really came?

He asked again, "How much do you want?"

Luke smiled and said, "Just follow the rules."

regulation?

Jim hesitated for a moment. The industry rule is that [-]% is taken, [-]% belongs to the manufacturer, and [-]% belongs to himself. Now half of it will be divided.

Luke was not in a hurry, and waited patiently. Now, except for himself and others, no one should be able to eat it, unless he contacted the military, but if you contact the military, you are not afraid of him swallowing goods and killing people?
Perhaps Jim also considered this and nodded slowly.

Anyway, my own fleet will be back soon, and the most important thing is to keep the channel.

"Okay, then it's settled. You guys have picked a good time this time. Hercules Elwes of the Italian Mafia is dead. You probably will take the opportunity to make a lot of money."

Jim laughed.

Luke nodded regretfully, "I've also heard about this. He was a good man, but unfortunately he died like this. I don't know how the mafia will respond."

Jim shook his head in displeasure, "What the hell, the port is in a mess. If you all act smarter, maybe you can get other business."

Luke nodded, "Then thank you, Boss Jim, for your advice, and we will take our leave first."

Luke put the business card on the table, and the three got up and left.

Jim picked up the business card and took a look, "Thousand Gold Shipping? Hehe, it's probably some shell company, and my money is not so easy to get!"

Jim leaned back on the sofa and started calling contacts.

(End of this chapter)