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Alberto looked at Lance, wondering if he understood what he had just said. "You're saying the film industry can help us?" Lance nodded. "I believe you have a lot of money that needs to go into banks." Alberto certainly wouldn't deny this, as Lance himself had over 400,000 that needed to be deposited, but it ultimately wasn't, because the money couldn't withstand scrutiny. In fact, he could totally deposit this money in the bank. Banks don't care if the money you bring to the counter is ill-gotten gains…-
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For Advanced chapter you can subscribe to my Patreon.com/caleredhair. Heller stood on the upper floor of the Empire Night nightclub. Through the window, he could see several groups of police officers on the street below. Some of these police officers were still questioning his men. It wasn't just here; some other high-ranking executives were also being watched by the police because of the damn shootout last night. Will was dead. Actually, he didn't care much about who lived or died. When the Camilla…
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advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair Watching his men begin to unload the cargo, Polly's face brightened with a smile. He walked over to a box of liquor, opened it, and took out a bottle. "Brandy?" He glanced at Jimmy, who was directing the unloading, and Jimmy nodded. "It's all brandy and wine, with some whiskey, but not much." Polly's brow furrowed slightly. Brandy and wine were more favored in the mid-to-high-end consumer market, but his bars didn't cater to such high-end clientele. In other…
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This wasn't the first time Lance and the others had seen Golden Port City at past four in the morning. They had seen it before, even when they first arrived in the Federation. But now, everyone's mood was completely different from when they first arrived. When they first arrived, they were lost and helpless, not knowing what to do or how to survive. But now, they had found their direction, and a happy life was beckoning to them not far away. Some were smoking and enjoying the breeze, while others were…
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In the luxurious living room, Will rose under the gaze of everyone, walked to the wall, picked up a travel bag, went to the coffee table, and unzipped it. He lifted it forcefully and shook it upside down. Rolls of banknotes tied with rubber bands immediately poured out, landing on the coffee table, with some rolling onto the floor. Everyone's breathing became slightly rapid, and their heartbeats fluttered with the scattering banknotes. What was the purpose of being in a gang? Not being bullied, living a…
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Car doors not specially modified are not bulletproof, so when the firepower is concentrated, hiding in the car is equivalent to lying in a coffin in advance. No one knew which car Will was in, but whoever dared to lift their head, they would focus fire on that car. From the moment Lance got back into the car and floored the accelerator until now, at most three or four minutes have passed, maybe five minutes, but possibly less. The smell of gunpowder after firing was intoxicating; some people liked this…
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Officer Lukar's "startling the snake" tactic worked very well. The next day, Lance arranged several groups of people to search for Will's whereabouts everywhere. For immigrants in the Imperial District, Lance might still be an unremarkable young man known only to a few. But Will was definitely a very famous person; people loathed him, hated him, and feared him. No one wanted to be provoked by these people, so they firmly remembered the Camille gang's executives. However, there was no significant gain…
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The lights came on. Will touched his burning cheek; there were still specks of blood on his fingers. He lifted his head, his eyes cold, looking at the bewildered middle-aged man and the whip in his hand. A more tyrannical emotion than the destructive desire in the middle-aged man's heart began to rage! It was a very special whip, made of tough cowhide straps— In some leather shops, they would tan some particularly hard cowhide. Some of this cowhide was used for the base or support surface of leather…
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Officer Lukar had been working on Kent's (the small casino owner) case recently. This case had been flagged as a priority investigation by the Golden Port City Police Department because many people had died. It sounds like... they attach great importance to it, but in fact, many cases have such labels, but most of them eventually fizzle out. Some are because they really can't find clues, while others have found clues, but can't investigate further. A very reputable detective once said that the most…
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Upon hearing the siren, Johnny and the people who were beaten with him breathed a sigh of relief, but a small accident also occurred— Some people in blue work uniforms actively blocked the police car, even surrounding it. Even if these people were illegal immigrants, Officer Feren would not dare to actually drive over them. When it comes to killing, victims have no nationality distinction. Even illegal immigrants. You can beat him, humiliate him, curse him, but you don't kill them or cause serious…
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