Chapter 419

421. Chapter 415: Mediation Again

Rick's son's corpse was not sent directly to the morgue, but was packed in a body bag and sent to the Casia family's manor.

They don't have this rule, and they don't intend to solve this problem through the police.

From getting the news to the corpse being transported back, it was only twenty minutes; he looked as if he had aged a few years in an instant.

He walked slowly to the side of the body bag, hesitated for a moment, and pulled the zipper.

As the body bag was opened, a broken human face appeared before him.

Looking at the face with many bullet holes, Rick felt a strong anger, and some nausea.

He has seen many dead people, killed by others, or killed by himself, many, so many that he couldn't count them.

But never like now, after seeing his son's corpse, he had a nauseating feeling of vomiting.

This is actually a stress response; if Will (Kent's brother) hadn't died, then the two of them could definitely exchange experiences about the reaction when seeing a relative's corpse.

One lost a younger brother, one lost a son.

Also wanted to vomit, but Rick held it back, while Will vomited all over the floor.

His gaze stayed on that broken face; the bullet holes had been simply cleaned, leaving only dark red small holes, and in some places, fat was squeezed out, yellow and red, just like a tumor.

His broken and sunken eyeballs will become the core of Rick's nightmare tonight; his hands trembled slightly, he pulled the zipper of the body bag again, and then turned to signal people to quickly move the body bag away.

"Find someone to clean it up; I hope he is clean when he leaves."

He walked to the side, took out a cigarette and lit one; his emotions were full of anger.

There is anger at the killer, and also anger at his own son; he had already warned this bastard, he was scolded out by him, he should have insisted more at that time.

It's just that he was also paralyzed and careless; he didn't think that these people would really take action against his son, and they succeeded!

After taking two puffs of smoke, the weak nicotine couldn't suppress his anger at all; he walked to the side of several bodyguards responsible for protecting him and gave them a head-on beating.

Those bodyguards were beaten to the ground and didn't dare to crawl up, just like a group of performance artists "solidified" on the ground in various distorted postures.

Their eyes were all locked on Rick, and he was still kicking the unlucky guy who was holding his head.

The soles of the shoes with iron palms kicked on people were very painful, painful to the heart, but the bodyguards didn't dare to do anything, didn't even dare to shout.

After venting for a while, Rick finally took two steps back; he took two deep breaths to smooth out his uneven breath, and at the same time pulled his clothes hard.

The cigarette dropped on the ground still had two or three puffs left; he bent down to pick it up and took a puff, "Whose people did it?"

No one spoke; they were just bodyguards, and they didn't know who arranged those drinks either.

"Go check, check clearly!"

After venting, his temper improved a lot, "I remember one of you said just now that someone is still alive?"

"A few girls."

"He must have liked them very much; let them go down to accompany him."

His assistant's expression was a bit strange; those girls are now in the police station, someone called the police, and they were taken away by the police.

Rick looked up at him, his eyes full of red bloodshots, "I don't care what method you use!"

Now Rick is in a rage; don't go to reason with him. For people who are used to using violent means to solve problems, this is not a good choice.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, his assistant made a concession, "Alright, you have the final say."

However, he didn't really intend to kill in the police station; that was too stupid. He would wait for these girls to be released, and then quietly kill them.

Having obtained the answer he wanted, Rick's anger seemed to subside a little; he looked at his son's corpse being sent away and said softly, "It must be Salifu and the others who did it, it must be; only they would do this."

"He was still so young, and he hadn't done anything wrong; they shouldn't have treated him like this!"

He lit another cigarette, as if he couldn't figure it out, but in the gang, what is there to figure out or not figure out?

Everyone says don't implicate family, but there are those who kill them all.

The first gang member to say "don't implicate family" must be a high-level gang member; only they would be afraid of their family being implicated. For those at the bottom of the gang, at the bottom of society, they have nothing left, and they don't care about these at all.

The wealthier people are, the more afraid they are of losing, because they really have it!

This is like the crossword puzzle in the "Federal Post"; a reporter interviewed a passerby and asked him if he would be willing to donate all the prize money to a charity if he won a thousand dollars?

He said he would donate it all.

The reporter said now give him a chance to donate five dollars to a charity, but he refused.

The reporter was curious, why are you willing to donate a thousand dollars, but not five dollars?

The answer is so obvious, because he doesn't have a thousand dollars, so he doesn't care, but he really has five dollars!

They don't care about losing as long as they can go further; they can sacrifice everything.

But when they achieve success and have happiness, they will be afraid of losing!

Rick didn't think about whether the people he killed, the people killed by their gang, were someone else's son, someone's husband, or someone's father.

But when it came to him, he couldn't accept it.

Many high-level cadres in the family gathered around, and they all heard about this and stood around him.

"When will the new gunmen arrive?" he asked.

The cadre responsible for picking up people glanced at the new watch on his wrist, the one with a calendar, "Just these two days."

He didn't speak; he planned to wait another two days, just two days.

But he is willing to wait, but some people are not willing to wait. In his battle with the Tita family, both sides died quite a few people, but his deaths were mainly those worthless gunmen from Xiang Yalan.

Gunmen who can sell their lives for a few hundred dollars, one or two thousand dollars.

What Salifu lost, however, were his friends, brothers, and relatives!

That night, Rick leaned on the bed with some alcohol; he was a little afraid of sleeping, and also afraid of the current night.

He always felt that his son would find him in his dreams, and as soon as he thought of that broken face, he had an indescribable fear.

His wife had been driven away by him, because she kept crying, and the crying was annoying.

He needed some alcohol to help himself fall asleep; just as he picked up the wine bottle again to pour himself a glass, the phone rang suddenly!

The abrupt ringing of the phone was so harsh the moment it rang in this quiet room that his hand holding the wine bottle shook.

Amidst his cursing, he gave up wiping the wine flowing everywhere on the bedside table and picked up the phone instead.

"Boss, our bar has been attacked."

Now almost all criminal groups in the Federation are operating the smuggled alcohol business; these wines are smuggled in from other places at a price as cheap as if they were free, such as the Xiang Yalan region.

Because of the Federation's prohibition, the price of alcohol in Xiang Yalan has also increased, but not much, with an increase of about 20% to 30%.

A bottle of wine that used to be fifty cents might now be sixty or sixty-five cents.

Xiang Yalan has world-class vineyards and a hot and humid climate, suitable for planting various crops for brewing wine; if you sell it expensive, someone will sell it cheap, and the competition is very fierce.

Among these, they can sell for four dollars or even higher prices.

This is not to mention those wines of better or worse quality, all of which have five to ten times the profit.

Profits of more than five times are enough to make people crazy!

In addition to the human trafficking business, the Casia family is also operating the alcohol business; this is now a cash cow!

I don't know if it was because he drank too much or because there was too much bad news; just as he felt his anger starting to roar again, a force rushed to the top of his head, making him a little dizzy.

"The loss... how is it?"

"How are the guests?"

In fact, the loss is not important to them, just some wine; they have channels and can replenish it quickly.

But if the guests are frightened, it will become very troublesome; after all, the final consumers are those guests, and money can only be earned from them.

The person on the phone spoke very directly, "Not very good; they used submachine guns, and some guests were injured."

"Fuck, how dare they take action against the guests?"

While they were talking, the sound of a police siren suddenly rang out from the receiver, followed by someone reporting their identity, "We are the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration; who are you talking to on the phone?"

The voice of his subordinate came from the receiver, "I'll hang up first."

He said and hung up the phone with a bang, making Rick's brain buzz!

He couldn't sleep anymore; he turned over and put on his coat and came to the living room, where the people on duty were all standing up; they were playing cards.

Actually, this job is quite comfortable, being a bodyguard for the boss.

If you don't consider the possibility of encountering dangerous things, most of the time they are like this, sitting somewhere smoking, bragging, or playing cards.

"Notify everyone, I'm going out..."

Soon a motorcade was ready, Rick sat in the bulletproof car in the middle, and the motorcade left the manor.

The Starlight District, where nightlife had just begun, was very lively; the news spread very quickly, and it didn't take long for people to know that a bar had been attacked by a gang, and some guests were injured.

In fact, in most gang battles in the past, it was relatively rare for guests to be injured.

Everyone didn't want to offend the guests and would find ways to avoid them, but now that guests were injured, it meant that the conflict was escalating infinitely, and even the guests were not very safe.

In an instant, in less than an hour, the popularity of the Casia family's bar dropped visibly to the naked eye.

Of course, the popularity of the Tita family's bar also dropped; they all guessed that the fire between the two sides would continue to escalate.

What's more interesting is that after the bar was attacked, the Hazardous Materials Administration also appeared and arrested many of their people.

Two high-level cadres, twenty or thirty core members, and some peripheral members were all arrested.

For a time, everyone was saying everything, and rumors were flying.

Rick didn't go to the Starlight District, but went directly to see Bandi.

In Bandi's study, Rick kept pressing his temples to relieve his headache, "I need your help, Bandi."

"My son is dead, and my bar has been destroyed by them; they are too bullying!"

Bandi knew what happened today and was also amazed at the high efficiency of those people, and at the same time realized one point: he wanted to mediate, but he couldn't mediate.

After the mayor was finished, he wanted to restore the five major families; of course, he also realized that this matter was very likely impossible to do.

If he might have felt that there was a possibility of trying before, but now, there is no possibility at all.

Rick's son is dead; just this matter alone is impossible to mediate.

But this is also in line with Bandi's interests; he hopes that these people will fight to both sides suffer, and finally, he will solve all the others.

"How do you want me to help you?"

"Help me make an appointment with Salifu, just say you want to talk to him, and when he comes over, we will kill him."

Bandi looked at Rick as if he were looking at a fool, "You want me to sell my reputation to solve Salifu for you?"

Perhaps he was a gang leader in the past, but now, he is not the him of the past; their family has almost been washed white.

The more washed-white a family is, the more important reputation is, because this is their only way to gain the trust of those upper-class societies that are also white to black.

Perhaps feeling the dissatisfaction in Bandi's tone, Rick lowered his voice a little, and his tone also carried a bit of guilt, "I know this will make you very embarrassed, but this is the way for us to solve the current chaos as soon as possible."

"Once Salifu is killed by us, they will lose their leader."

"That useless child Francisco has no threat at all; we can completely and calmly clean them up."

"As for the Lanse family, once we free up our hands, it's not difficult to clean them up!"

Listening to his analysis, Bandi was considering more follow-up things, such as finding a way to solve the Rick in front of him, and then driving away Feijiaer, and the whole New Jincheng would belong to him.

But... he didn't really want to rely on selling his reputation to exchange for such a business.

Losing it is easy; wanting to regain it, what is paid is far more than what is lost!

Seeing that he was very hesitant, Rick continued to lobby, "The number of people traveling to New Jincheng has been decreasing in the past six months; I know your casino is not so easy to operate either. This is an opportunity to solve all problems at once, Bandi."

"If you let me continue to fight with him, whether it's day or night, as long as the gunfight doesn't end for one day, it will be very difficult for the public security of New Jincheng to return to the past!"

"Behind there is Pasleto, there is Lanse, and what else; when will this end?"

"We must solve these as soon as possible and let everything return to the right track!"

"And, we won't publicize this matter; who knows what role you played?"

Bandi glanced at Rick sideways, expressionless, but the thought of getting rid of this guy in his heart became stronger.

But what he said was also very right; it is time to let everything return to the right track!

He nodded, "I will call Salifu."

Rick looked at him, didn't speak, and didn't have any other actions; Bandi was suddenly a little ashamed and angry, "You want me to call now?"

Rick felt as if he couldn't feel Bandi's dissatisfaction and anger, "The sooner the better."

"You really are a..., alright, you win!"

The dirty words didn't come out, but the expression was in place.

He picked up the phone and dialed Salifu's number, and used the external speaker function.

The phone was connected quickly, "Hey, good evening, Salifu, I heard you did a few big things today?"

Salifu's laughter came from the external speaker, "It's okay, can't always let him steal the limelight, right?"

Bandi was silent for a while, "I think we should sit down and talk again; you have already killed his son, and he has also paid a heavy price. It is time to use this matter as an opportunity for us to have a good talk."

"We are all friends; there is no need to make the situation so ugly. It should stop before more people leave us."

Salifu asked, "Whose idea is this?"

Bandi said keenly, "This is my idea; we were all very good friends before, even if there were some contradictions, they have all ended, haven't they?"

"There is no need to fight to the death because of others!"

Salifu's tone became less friendly, "Why don't you say he killed my friends and relatives?"

Bandi increased his voice, "You just killed his son!"

"That wasn't done by me; it was either Alberto or Lanse, it has nothing to do with me."

Bandi and Rick looked at each other, and the latter's teeth were almost broken.

Bandi continued to persuade, "Regardless, we should talk one last time; there is no hatred that cannot be solved. Don't let others take advantage because of our contradictions."

Who this "others" refers to, they all know very well.

After a long while, Salifu said, "I'll set the location."

"No problem!"

"But it can't be on your turf, otherwise Rick is very likely not to come. I suggest putting it near the city center; we and Feijiaer have no contradictions and conflicts, he can guarantee our safety."

After considering for a while, Salifu agreed...

"Mother fuck, these sons of bitches, I want to kill them!" The moment the phone hung up, Rick exploded.

"Alberto, and Lanse, I remember!"

He always thought it was Salifu who killed his son; now he knows it was these two guys.

Bandi wanted to remind him that Salifu might not be telling the truth, but in the end, he didn't remind him. Letting Rick confront everyone was also a good thing for him; he would even encourage him to continue doing so.

Recommend this book, it's by Kui Lao, it's very good, thank you.

So annoying, I really want to punch this stupid apocalypse.