Chapter 822

"Just like that, I spent a crazy night and successfully made one of my disguised identities known to everyone, but I still don't intend to leave here, because I still have too many things I haven't learned."

"After seeing the Godfather, I felt even more curious about this rule and order. I don't know if this is a product of the era or the result of special reasons..."

"But yesterday's experience made me understand a truth: sometimes, if you want to figure out how the rules work, you don't necessarily have to become a person in the rules. Breaking the glass makes it easier to see the internal structure..."

"I have seen the ecological structure of the bottom layer of the gangs, seen how those children survive, seen their masks, and now I intend to go see the secrets of the upper layer of the gangs. For this, I thought of a good way..."

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly a voice interrupted Bruce. Harvey Dent sat opposite Bruce, picked up his wine glass, and said, "I think your two paragraphs lack some discussion parts. Why don't you add some elaboration on the philosophy?"

"Because I'm not sure..." Bruce paused and said, "I want to add some discussions about Marxism, but I'm not sure if my professor will accept this part. After all, the issue of class opposition has always been relatively radical, and I feel my professor is relatively conservative."

"Why do you think so?" Harvey leaned on the chair and took a sip of ice wine. Bruce recalled and said, "He almost doesn't pay attention to politics at all. All his understanding of current affairs comes from newspapers and radios. I have never heard him talk about the general election, and he seems to have never voted."

"I feel that if I rashly express some radical views, it might lower my score."

Harvey nodded and said, "Indeed, such people are mostly right-leaning, and under the current situation, you'd better not talk about those sensitive views. Be careful that the CIA knocks on your door in the middle of the night."

Bruce showed a strange expression, but he continued to say, "I'll continue. Do you still remember what I told you before about Jason successfully getting the house number of that suspicious person?"

Harvey nodded and said, "Of course, you just told me ten minutes ago. That poor little guy got hurt for this..."

"The next day, the old Godfather's son, Yin Wensi Falcone, or rather, his other personality, Alberto Falcone, found us."

"We went to Falcone Manor. Alberto told us that at a banquet held three days later, he would officially take over the Falcone family and become the new Godfather."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The old Godfather finally decided to abdicate?"

Bruce observed Harvey's complexion and said, "You don't seem happy."

"Because I can't be sure if the newly appointed Godfather will do better than his father. Under the rule of the old Godfather, although Cat Getan is not safe, it is still stable. If this system collapses instantly, it might bring even greater chaos..."

"Of course I know this too." Bruce touched his chin and said, "So, I talked to Alberto."

"Of course, I didn't write the content of the conversation into this article, because I'm afraid that my professor, whose thinking is too flexible, will have some overly bold views on the upcoming changes in Cat Getan..."

Bruce skipped this part of the content directly, and then he said, "The point is, Jason told Alberto that house number, and Alberto fulfilled his promise, letting Jason show his face in the gang. The gang boss of that block felt that his face was bright, so when Jason recommended me to join that small gang, he didn't refuse."

"Then what kind of disguised identity did you use to join the gang?"

"I gave it a name called Matches Malone."

"Matches Malone? This name is too strange." A gang member stared at Bruce and said, but then he shook his head and said, "Since it's the boss's order, then you go to stand guard at the nightclub next door tonight... Oh, wait a minute, you're a novice. Let me think, forget it, you'd better go to the casino to watch the place."

"Kid, remember, in the casino, you don't need to know who has money and who doesn't, who has power and who doesn't. You just need to remember: place your bets, no regrets. Whoever dares to regret, load the gun directly. Understand?"

This gang member was obviously someone who had brought many newcomers, and his language was very concise and easy to understand, so Bruce nodded to show that he understood completely.

Then, on that night, he went to the casino covered by this gang. This casino was not the kind of golden and brilliant gambling city Bruce had been to before, but a small, smoky casino. Most of the people gambling here were also members of other gangs.

Bruce worked there for two days without encountering any trouble. Most people were very law-abiding. If they lost money, they just wailed and left dejectedly. Few people dared to pick a fight.

Gang life is actually very boring. When guests come, you stare at the guests. When no guests come, you squat in the corner, light a cigarette, and start smoking, from morning to night, and then from night to morning.

Bruce wanted to change jobs, not because he felt he couldn't learn anything here, but because he felt the cost of disguising here was too high. Besides having to smoke, he also had to inhale secondhand smoke, thirdhand smoke, and fourthhand smoke...

But wanting to transfer from here was not that simple. He couldn't just go to that gang boss and say, I find this job too boring, give me another job. Then he would probably really fail.

So one day, Bruce lived into the appearance he hated most. He knocked out a gang member who was guarding the nightclub door, successfully let him go home to recuperate, and created a job position for himself.

Being a security guard at a nightclub is much more interesting. The people coming and going here have a large gap in social status. You must have a discerning eye, know who to be fierce to, who to flatter, know who can enter, and who cannot.

And the reason Bruce would still hesitate at the bottom layer for so long was because he needed to observe, needed to observe the appearance differences of Cat Getan gang members at all levels, to prepare for the next plan.

And after experiencing a few days of work, the coming and going of people here made Bruce summarize many patterns, especially in terms of appearance and dress.

The bottom-layer thugs were just like him, wearing sunglasses, wearing jackets, wearing boots, with cigarettes in their mouths, guns in their hands, squatting on the street.

Their eyes glanced left and right. If nothing happened, they would take out the gun's magazine and count the bullets. Once someone came, they would put the magazine on, making a loud "clack" sound.

The more advanced ones were the core members of small gangs, but the dress was similar, just officially leaving the category of street thugs, looking like they had more serious business to do.

Distinguishing these two types of people mainly depends on different expressions. The former likes to roll their eyes, pout their lips if nothing happens, and show an expression of "I'll make you look good if you dare to find trouble."

And the latter, because they have already taken on some leadership duties, but actually always bear the dirty and tiring work, are often in a hurry. When greeting people, they have already walked past before the other party can respond, with an undisguisable look of fatigue on their faces.

The heads of small gangs also have great characteristics. They have some scars on their bodies because to reach this level, they must bleed. They also have one or two sets of formal wear, but they don't usually wear them, and even if they wear them out, they will look relatively cheap.

Bruce couldn't tell the specific price of the suit, but because he had been wearing expensive suits for many years, he could distinguish whether the opposite suit was cheap goods. If so, it meant that he should be a head of a small gang.

Up to this point, it was still simple difficulty, which could be seen by looking. But the pile of gang bosses further up was not easy to distinguish.

From the heads of small gangs up to the members of the Twelve Families down, the gang high-level officials are dressed similarly. Wherever they go, they are in dark suits, paired with leather shoes polished to a shine, occasionally wearing dark or tea-colored sunglasses, and cigars in their hands.

When coming to the nightclub, they often drive a black vintage car. The car stops before the carpet. The bodyguard leader in the passenger seat will get off first, directing the younger brothers behind to stand well by the carpet. The driver gets off last. When getting off, he must first hold an umbrella, face the rear of the car, and open the door.

Leather shoes must come out before the person. After standing still on the ground, stomp the right foot on the spot, tidy the tie with the left hand, and walk forward with big strides. When passing the security guard at the door, look straight ahead. The last bodyguard at the end of the team stays behind to check the invitation and register the identity.

From the big gang boss who commands five or six small gangs to the boss of the thirteen streets in the East District, the attire, behavior, and expression are basically the same, and even the movements are uniform.

Bruce simply doubted, have they been uniformly trained somewhere? Even the stomping of the feet when getting off the car, the rhythm is grasped exactly the same.

Standing guard at the door for a few days and getting familiar with another brother who was standing guard, Bruce only then knew that every gang boss in Cat Getan from top to bottom does not imitate the Godfather.

It is said that this is the Godfather's behavioral habit when he was young, and the Godfather has this behavioral habit for no reason, it's just handsome.

But this made Bruce feel a bit confused. You say, if some little genius has a bright mind and penetrates this behavioral pattern, and uses the same set of combos to mix in, then how to distinguish?

Bruce asked his colleague about this question, and the colleague who was missing two front teeth showed a mocking smile and said: "You are really a greenhorn, you can't even figure out this little thing."

Bruce expressed that he was humble to learn, and said two more nice words. The opposite side really spilled everything out. He said:

"In Cat Getan, if you don't be a gang boss, where do the cars and bodyguards come from? Just like the two of us, if we could get such good cars and such strong bodyguards, wouldn't we be gang bosses?"

"In other words, you have cars, houses, and people. What's the point of letting you in? Putting aside a good life to be a killer, pulling a gun to kill people, are you crazy?"

Bruce thought about it, and it was indeed the same truth. You have the capital to disguise yourself as a gang boss, then aren't you a gang boss?

Of course, it is also possible that a rich man disguises himself as a gang boss, but what reason does a rich man have to disguise himself as a gang boss? Rich people are already so rich, why do they still have to lick blood from the blade and fight for their lives every day?

Living in a mansion, driving a luxury car, smoking a cigar, isn't it good to be drunk and dream of death every day?

Bruce nodded in agreement, feeling it was very reasonable, and then turned around and went to get a stretched luxury car common in gangs, and a set of expensive suits.