Chapter 68: Hitman

However, in the end, Mr. Jobav did not immediately find a hitman, but instead called Cohen, a senior cadre of the Kamier Gang.

Cohen and Mr. Jobav were from the same state, and could be considered half-fellows. It was also because of Mr. Jobav's help that he successfully climbed to the position of a senior cadre in the Kamier Gang.

In the Federation, or even in this world, whether it is politics, capital, or gangs, if you want to climb up, you must have the support of money.

Especially in gangs, if you want to have greater influence and more people supporting you, you must let people get actual benefits so that you can recruit more people.

The two had always kept in touch, although Mr. Jobav's relationship with the Kamier Gang was very average.

When Cohen received Mr. Jobav's call, he was lying on a chair with a girl kneeling in front of him. He tilted his head back, squinting slightly, "Mr. Joe, is there... anything you want to instruct me on?"

"Mr. Joe" was a special term he used for Mr. Jobav, which would make it seem intimate and familiar.

Mr. Jobav glanced at the receiver in his hand and felt it was a bit absurd, "If you are busy, I can call you later."

"Busy?"

"No, no, no, not busy at all. Both my hands are free!"

"What makes me have the honor of providing you with help?" Cohen had words within words.

In the past, most of the contact between them was through the assistant, or even the assistant's nephew. Mr. Jobav tried his best not to contact him directly.

This is actually quite normal. One is... an upper-class person among Imperial immigrants, and the other is a foul-smelling gang cadre. Even if there is contact between these two people, it cannot be direct contact.

After all, for Mr. Jobav, squeezing into the upper class of the Federation is his goal, not lying in the sewer.

At least before truly entering the upper class of the Federation, he must try his best to maintain as few stains on himself as possible.

Gangster banker, this is obviously the worst kind of interpretation, a label.

So he almost never contacted Cohen personally. This approach is very reasonable and appropriate, but it is inevitable that Cohen would be a little bit unhappy about it.

Perhaps he was still a poor boy, and when he was first funded by Mr. Jobav, he wouldn't have any uncomfortable feelings.

But as his status in the gang got higher and higher, he gradually felt that even if he was already a senior cadre, he still couldn't get Mr. Jobav's respect.

This complex emotion would slowly settle, ferment, and enlarge.

Mr. Jobav, who could hear the meaning expressed in Cohen's words, kept cursing in his heart, but he still held his temper, "I encountered a trouble."

Cohen pressed the girl's head to make her go deeper, "You can instruct me directly for any problem. This is a return for your funding me for many years."

"Jimmy."

"Jimmy?"

Cohen was stunned for a moment, "Jimmy from the Brotherhood Gang?"

"Yeah, it's him."

Cohen, who had originally thought about making a fortune by helping, felt that this matter was not easy to handle, "What did he do to you?"

Mr. Jobav was silent for a while, "He extorted me several times, and today he came and took away thirty thousand dollars from me."

When Cohen heard this, it was inevitable that there was an indescribable emotion surging, "Mr. Joe, everyone says you have millions in assets. It's just thirty thousand dollars; there's no need to be as knowledgeable as a group of madmen."

"You might not know much about Jimmy and the Brotherhood Gang. They were a group of child gangs most famous in the port area before. Almost everyone is either from a single-parent family or an orphan, and they are used to doing things unscrupulously."

"To be honest, if you were talking about someone else, I might be able to help you do something, but if the other party is Jimmy from the Brotherhood Gang, I think the most I can do is help you arrange to talk to him."

"You talk to him, not me talk to him."

The problem of child gangs in the port area of Jincheng had once been in the "Federal Daily," and it was reported for several consecutive issues, and the first and last issues were front-page headlines.

The problem in the port is very complex because there are sailors and travelers from all over the world here. After a long voyage, they need to vent, so there are a great many women here providing corresponding services.

Some are professional; they have organization and discipline in providing services for these people in specialized places, and have a set of perfect processes to eliminate danger.

But there are also those who are short of money and occasionally come to do it once, without any preparation or awareness in this regard.

Coupled with streetwalkers without organization, the situation in this industry in the port area is very complex, and there will always be people who get shot by accident.

Every year, many babies are abandoned here. No one knows who their mothers are, but most people can guess that their fathers are definitely not locals.

These children are all taken away by the welfare institute and raised.

Federal law allows the existence of child labor. These children who have to work from a young age learned to form cliques early on and soon formed a force in the port area.

Even now, it still exists, but with the improvement of the economy, the child gang problem has stung the fragile heart of the Federal public, so the media doesn't report it much.

It's not that it doesn't exist, it's just that it's not reported, so people will feel that these things are no longer happening, but they actually still exist.

The Brotherhood Gang is a gang built on child gangs. Almost all members are ruthless characters who are fierce and vicious; otherwise, they wouldn't have lived until now.

These people have no family and grew up in the discriminatory eyes of others from childhood, so they have no scruples about doing things and are unscrupulous.

Even the police sometimes feel tricky. They never cover up when killing police, unlike other gangs that might also get rid of some police, but basically, it's the last resort when there is no other way.

And they are just that without scruples, as long as they feel it's necessary.

So when talking about these people, Cohen not only didn't think about making money, but he didn't even want to care.

His attitude almost made Mr. Jobav curse out loud. Do I need you to arrange it if I want to talk to him?

But at this time, he had to stabilize, he took two deep breaths, "So I was just extorted for nothing?"

Cohen said with a smile, "Mr. Joe, you wear expensive and decent clothes and enter and exit upper-class occasions, while they are just mud-dog legs rolling in the mud. You are so rich, there is no need to take risks for thirty thousand dollars. It's not worth it."

"If it really doesn't work, you can move to other nearby cities. The Brotherhood Gang is not quite the same as other gangs. They only have some influence in the port area of Jincheng, but not much."

"And just as I said just now, Mr. Joe, you have millions in wealth. If a few thousand dollars can solve a trouble, why bother?"

Words and phrases revealed an attitude of letting him settle the matter. Mr. Jobav took a deep breath, "Okay, I see."

"Then...", Cohen hadn't finished speaking, looking at the busy signal left in the phone, cursed twice, and started focusing on the things in front of him again.

In the office, Mr. Jobav got angrier the more he thought about it. Is it his fault that he is rich?

No, in the Federation, being rich is the most correct thing.

The mistake is that he is rich but didn't show the difficulty that a rich person should have. He looked at the assistant and said, "This matter must have a result that satisfies me. Find a hitman, give him money, and let him kill Jimmy."

"I don't want that sixty thousand dollars, but I must vent this anger!"

The assistant knew he was already on top of things, considered it again and again, and decided to respect his choice, "I will find a reliable hitman. How much money are you willing to take out for this matter?"

Mr. Jobav's mouth twitched, "Within... twenty thousand dollars."

The assistant left soon. He must protect Mr. Jobav because only then does he have value.

He found his nephew, "Within twenty thousand dollars, find a hitman and kill Jimmy from the Brotherhood Gang. I will have someone give you a photo."

The assistant's nephew is thirty years old this year. He has been doing some dirty work for Mr. Jobav. At this time, he nodded repeatedly and then left.

He has his channels, and soon he found someone willing to do this, a deserter from the Empire who had just smuggled over.

In order to pay back the snakehead's money as soon as possible and not let his family in the Empire be implicated, he must earn twelve hundred dollars as soon as possible, and this business was just right for him.

The other party was willing to give him five thousand dollars and provide a weapon, and he only needed to kill one person.

On the battlefield, he had killed several people; this kind of job was exceptionally easy.

He didn't even consider it and agreed.

For a week, he had been preparing for this. Out of the five thousand, he gave two thousand as a deposit, twelve hundred to the snakehead, five hundred sent home. This week, he spent the remaining three hundred almost completely before he started preparing for work.

In his words, if he died, there would still be some money left unused; wouldn't that be too much of a loss?

During this time, he had been hanging around the port area, roughly figuring out Jimmy's activity route. Today will be Jimmy's last day in the world.

Thinking of this, he took out the wine bottle in his bosom and took a sip.

The wine in the Federation is real wine. What he drank in the Empire was what the hell kind of stuff!

Touching the weapon in his bosom, he pushed the door and went out. The oncoming sunlight was like a new life about to open its arms to him... ===== CHAPTER 69 =====