Kai originally thought that the boss of the Irish gang would be very difficult to deal with, at least he would fight to the end, but he didn't expect that things turned out to be easier than expected. When Kay asked John Daly to cooperate, the guy agreed to cooperate with the police without much hesitation.
He only made one request, and he asked that he be able to serve his sentence in a designated prison.
Yes, his request is that simple. He didn't even ask for any reduction in sentence with the prosecutor, he just asked to serve his sentence in a designated prison.
Kai didn't like making deals with criminals, but this deal was acceptable to Kai, and the guy didn't ask for a reduced sentence.
But Kai was still curious as to why a dignified gangster would give in so easily. To be honest, this guy didn't look like a weakling.
When Kay asked this question, John Daly did not answer immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath and asked Kay for a cigarette. Kay was so curious about the question that he simply contributed his personal cigar.
After John Daly took a long puff of his cigar, he looked at Kai and said, "Because I met two madmen in a row!"
"What do you mean?" Although the guy didn't name him, Kai instinctively sensed that one of the two lunatics in his words was him. Kai wasn't too angry about this. After all, he had destroyed other people's gangs, so he didn't allow others to say a few words of joy? Besides, being a lunatic is actually not a serious accusation. At least Kai said that he has enough self-control to accept it.
"Do you know why we ran from New York to Los Angeles?"
Kai shook his head. Kai knew that they had only moved to Los Angeles in the past six months and had been active in New York before. I didn’t think much about it at the time, thinking that these Irish people were planning to expand their business.
Speaking of Irish gangs, they have a long history in the United States.
The United States is a country of immigrants, and each ethnic group has its own unique social division of labor. When it comes to violence, everyone's first reaction is definitely the Italian Mafia. In fact, the originators of violent crimes in the United States are the Irish, and to this day, the Irish gang is still the most violent criminal gang in the United States. The history of the Irish and Italians entering the North American continent can be traced back to the early colonial period of Europeans, but large-scale immigration to the United States only occurred in the 19th century.
In the first half of the 19th century, due to Ireland's unwillingness to endure British colonial exploitation and the outbreak of two major famines that swept Ireland, a large number of Irish poor people came to North America to survive. In the second half of the 19th century, Italy's economy was in recession, but taxes continued to increase sharply, and bankrupt poor people also flocked to the United States. Unlike British and German immigrants who brought large sums of money to develop North America, Irish and Italian immigrants just changed places and continued to be poor. Many people cannot even afford to rent decent houses, so they can only live in slums and work the hardest and most tiring jobs.
Poverty often breeds nationalism, and in addition, they are both Catholics. In Christian-dominated North America, both the Irish and Italians were once regarded as "barbarians" who could not be assimilated. In the struggle against exploitation by foremen and religious persecution, the Irish spontaneously formed various violent groups and thus became the originators of American gangs. Decades later, Italian immigrants encountered the same problem when they arrived, only they went further down the dark road, so much so that everyone forgot about the Irish gangs.
Industrialization promoted the great development of the American economy, but the Irish gangsters and the Italian Mafia took different paths. The Italians quickly grew tired of low-level violent crime and, after pioneering the international drug trade in the United States, gradually turned to economic crime.
As society continues to stabilize, traditional gangs such as the Mafia have begun to seek transformation. They deliberately avoid large-scale violent crimes and instead focus on making money and laundering it. Only the Irish gangsters still maintain a domineering style of doing things, so much so that the Italian mafia particularly looks down on the Irish who can only speak with their fists. Irish gangsters are keen on the pleasure of bloodshed on the streets, which has a great impact on the tragic fate of their nation. Ireland had been colonized by the British for hundreds of years, and violence was their only means of resistance to the British.
At the same time, the Irish have been colonized by the British for hundreds of years, and their constant struggle with the British has honed their keen political sense. When the top talents of the Irish ethnic group became the rulers of the underground social order, they were obviously more powerful than the government in meeting the needs of lower-class citizens and new immigrants, and the votes in the hands of these people made it possible for them to get involved in politics. After several generations of hard work, the Irish have finally become the largest ethnic group in American politics.
Over time, this violent orientation gradually transformed into a cultural habit and behavioral pattern. In addition, the top talents in the ethnic group were busy running for president and members of parliament, causing them to hand over the position of the top gangster to the Italians.
Irish gangs have always been known as the fighting faction among gangs. As long as these Irish people are given money, there is nothing they dare not do. Of course, in recent years, the ferocity of Irish gangs has been surpassed by Russian gangs and Hispanic gangs, especially the Mexican gangs, whose ferocity has surpassed that of the Irish.
But in any case, Irish gangs still have some status in the United States. Of course, this is for the relevant personnel, and it is actually difficult for ordinary people to distinguish these.
"I don't know." Kai shook his head.
"We were kicked out." John Daly said this with a look of regret.
"Being Kingpin?" Kai asked curiously. After all, the most prominent gang leader in New York was Kingpin. If so, it would be normal.
"Kingpin..." John Daly twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smile. Kai felt that this smile contained a lot of things, but also seemed to contain nothing. "In fact, Kingpin was not terrible to the New York gang. He only cared about his own rule. As long as he followed his rules, he and his men were not difficult to get along with."
No matter what, Kingpin is just a gangster and cannot really control every corner of New York, so it is impossible for him to wipe out all gangsters. That is unrealistic. His rule over the New York underworld is a bit like the ancient feudal dynasty's system of restraining local chieftains from remote ethnic minorities. He requires all gangsters to surrender to him and make regular contributions. In addition, they must abide by his rules. Those who followed He doesn't care how the gangsters play, and will even provide help sometimes.
Although he has to have multiple mothers-in-law and pay tribute to his family, this is not a problem for many gang members.
"That is……?"
"A lunatic like you, no, he is even crazier than you. He single-handedly hunts us down, just like he hunts those beasts, never leaving us alive. Half of my men died under his hands. So I Had to run away.”
Gangs are still very regional. Generally speaking, few gangs can develop again after moving to other places. So under normal circumstances, few gangs will relocate. Of course, external expansion is another matter.
"Aren't you always curious, why did I agree to cooperate with the investigation so easily? It's very simple! My people were all broken up by you and that bastard! It's gone! Nothing is gone! I don't cooperate, but What can I do? Believe it or not, if I don’t go to jail, I’ll be dead on the street the next day?”
Does John Daly want to cooperate with the police?
In no mood!
Especially when the partner is Kai, the bastard who ruined his chance of making a comeback!
But reality will always force people to bow their heads.
John Daly bowed his head.
Most of his men were shot dead and others were taken into custody. In this case, even if he can rely on those legal wolves to escape legal sanctions, what will happen next? What awaits him? It definitely won’t be flowers and champagne anyway.
Without his subordinates and power, he himself, a polished commander, is just a piece of fat.
Not to mention anything else, when he came to Los Angeles half a year ago, in order to gain a foothold, he often fought with local gangs in Los Angeles. These enemies may have been unable to do anything to him before, but now...
In short, he went to jail to save his life.
The reason why he went to a designated prison was for this reason. After all, he still had some connections. Going to a prison where Irish gangs dominated, he could survive, maybe even live a little better.
Kai was a little dumbfounded, there was such a reason for feelings.
However, Kai was also a little impressed by this guy's sober mind. With such a mind, why did he embark on the gangster path in the first place?
"By the way, what's the name of the guy you just talked about?"
"Name? I don't know!" John Daly said very simply. "But a lot of people call that guy the Punisher!"
…
Norman was extremely angry and was released from the police station on bail. Especially when he saw Kai watching him walk out of the police station, his anger reached its highest point.
"I want him dead!" Norman sat in the car and punched the dashboard of the car.
He didn't say who he wanted to die, but the people sitting in the car understood very well.
Norman was talking about John Daly.
Now with the testimony of John Daly, it was very detrimental to Norman.
John Daly confessed that Norman's deputy Mackey appeared on the Irish territory to conduct a transaction with them.
Drug dealing.
What’s even more interesting is that McGee was buying drugs from an Irishman! And the purchase volume is very large!
However, fortunately, McGee did not reveal to the Irish people why they bought the drugs, which is why Norman was able to be released on bail. After all, all the evidence still focuses on McGee's dealings with the gang, and has not implicated Norman for the time being.
But it’s soon.
So Norman needs to take out John Daly!
Let the police lack evidence!
Of course, Kai is also a target!
After all, everything that happened to Norman now was attributed to this policeman.
"We haven't found out yet. Who killed McGee?" Norman turned to look at his younger brother. This guy had yellow dreadlocks and looked more like a trafficker than a policeman. But this is not unusual within the DEA. This is one of the reasons why many law enforcement agencies don't like the DEA.
"It's an Italian killer." The dreadlocked boy is a member of the Norman team who is responsible for collecting intelligence among gang members, and he is very well-informed. "His name is Leon."
"Italian?"
The Italian gangs in Los Angeles are relatively low-key compared to the black gangs and Hispanic gangs. They have fixed territories, but they do not participate in the drug trade themselves. They act more as distributors, such as in their premises. Sold in. So whether it's from the functions of the DEA or from Norman's private 'small business', the Italians have no conflict with them.
"Who is that?"
"Mariogi's men are well-known in this industry. They work very cleanly and rarely leave any traces. But this time, he was caught on camera. It seems that this is not his style. It should be a temporary move. .”
Killer Leon, this name is only circulated in a small circle. He is the chief hitman of the Italian Mafia Mariogi, helping him deal with some of his less-ruly competitors. But everyone who knows Leon knows that this guy is very reliable in doing things, unlike those street gangsters who kill people, carry guns, and get into trouble when their brains get hot.
He is an extremely professional killer.
Every assassination was carefully planned and never left any traces.
"Go to Mariogi! I want to know what is going on! Why do the Italians want to kill me? If Mariogi doesn't give a reasonable explanation, then tomorrow he will be charged with drug trafficking and resisting arrest. , attacked the police and was shot to death!"
Norman gritted his teeth and said.
"By the way, there's also the blacksmith and Guzman..."
My brother mentioned another difficult problem.
The blacksmith is a 'supplier' who has been working with Norman for a long time. More than 70% of the goods Norman sells come from him. The rest comes from their seizures. As DEA agents, they also need to perform their jobs well, but part of the drug money and illegal drugs seized through their hands will be stained.
But there is no doubt that the blacksmith is their largest and most reliable supplier.
It's just that the blacksmith takes payment very seriously, and no delay is allowed. Payment must be completed within the deadline. It’s also Norman and the others who are old customers, so the blacksmith’s deadline for them will be longer. But it’s almost time now.
As for defaulting on the account or delaying payment... the consequences will be serious. The blacksmith will send people to pick it up personally, and kill them by the way!
"The money from the blacksmith... take out our money and give it to him first!" The blacksmith cannot be owed money. Whether it is for the sake of his life or to continue cooperation, he cannot delay it. "As for Guzman...let him wait!"
Although Guzman is not easy to mess with, the problem is that he is a trafficker and the DEA can defeat him! So it can be a little tougher.
After saying this, Norman stared hard at the police station door.
"When will the killer Mike... contacted arrive?"
"This... seems to have arrived, but McGee hasn't paid yet, and the other party won't do anything at all."
"Then give it to him! Let them do the work!" Norman said impatiently.
The younger brother immediately picked up the phone and started making calls.
…
About half an hour later, in a textile factory near Station 278 between Line 29-30 of the New York-Brooklyn-Williamsburg-City Railway Viaduct.
An old black man was sitting in the office, studying a piece of linen, when suddenly his phone dinged, and a text message came in.
The old man took off his glasses and picked up his mobile phone. There was payment information on it.
The old black man twitched the corners of his mouth, and then picked up the old-fashioned rotary phone on the table.
"Bai Ge, it's time to work. The two of you need to complete the work before tomorrow night. In ten minutes, I will send you the target information."
There was no sound on the other side of the phone.
The old man didn't pay attention. After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.
Afterwards, he stood up and walked to the window, overlooking the East River outside the window and the Brooklyn Navy Yard across the river.
