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Chapter 27 "The little fight is over!"

"Mr. Gus, we've found several missing children in your factory. Are you aware of this?"

"That place wasn't mine anymore. I sold it a few years ago. I have no idea what happened to it."

"Then why are you here?"

"I was just passing by and stopped by to see the old place. After all, it was once my property. Is it okay to reminisce a little?"

"Two hours ago, there were multiple gunfights downtown. One side was the drug trafficking gang, and the other was the truck from your fried chicken restaurant. Why would the drug trafficking gang rob your truck?"

"How could I possibly know? I'm not a criminal, so I can't tell what they're thinking. Maybe they think my fried chicken place is taking away from their Mexican food business? Who knows."

"Then why does your driver have a gun?"

"Because they all have gun licenses, in the city of Chicago, having a gun always makes you feel safer."

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Facing the police's questioning, Gus handled it with ease, even with a polite smile on his face, as if everything that happened tonight had no effect on him.

Just as the police officer was about to ask further questions, there was a knock on the door outside the interrogation room, and then Chief Griffin pushed the door open.

It was already late at night, and he was awakened from his warm bed at home by a phone call. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

"Gus."

"Chief Griffin."

When Gus saw him, he immediately prepared to stand up and greet him, but his wrists were handcuffed to the table, so he could only nod in a friendly manner.

The chief looked at him deeply, then waved his hand to signal the police officer in charge of the interrogation to leave. After the door closed, he sat down opposite Gus.

The two of them just stared at each other silently, neither of them speaking first.

"Snapped--!"

Suddenly, the director slammed the table.

He stood up and grabbed Gus by the collar, his eyes wide with anger as he shouted, "It's fine you're trafficking drugs, but now you're actually running a human trafficking business on my property. Do you really think I wouldn't dare touch you?!"

However, Gus maintained his polite smile and replied calmly, "It seems Chief Griffin has some misunderstandings about me. I urge you not to make unfounded claims without evidence. After all, I've donated $1 million to the police department annually for the past few years, not including funding for other government agencies. I believe the mayor will not sit idly by and watch a law-abiding businessman like me being slandered without cause."

"Haha." Director Griffin sneered. "Do you think the mayor will still protect you if your drug and child trafficking is exposed? He'll be the first one to disown you!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, but if you don't have any evidence, please let me go." Gus raised his handcuffed hands and responded calmly.

The director didn't say anything, but the bulging veins on his forehead revealed his anger at the moment.

Unfortunately, he had no solid evidence to convict the other party at this time. The truck carrying the drugs had been burned to ashes, and the owner of the dry cleaning factory had disappeared without a trace.

What's more, this black man pays tens of millions of dollars to the government every year, and even has the mayor as his umbrella...

Snapped--!
He slammed the table again and left the interrogation room without saying a word.

Compared to when he first came in, this time he only left Gus with an incompetent and furious back.

After Chief Griffin left, the smile on Gus's face began to fade.

Not only did he lose five truckloads of drugs tonight, but his stepping stone to enter the New York market also vanished into thin air. More importantly, he was completely targeted by the Chicago Police Department!
All this is thanks to the Salamanca family and that damn bastard Rorschach!
Gus's face was like a piece of cold steel. After thinking for a moment, a strong chill began to spread in his eyes behind the lenses.

On the other side, outside the Salamanca family's drug warehouse that Rorschach had burned not long ago.

A white-haired old man with a cane was staring at the burned ruins in front of him. His face was extremely gloomy and his eyes were wide open, like an angry vulture.

"We found this on a charred body..." One of the men carefully handed a charred necklace to the old man.

When Hector saw the pitch-black cross, his heart finally settled down. He took the necklace with trembling hands and stumbled, almost falling.

"Tuku. My nephew Tuku"

Hector held the cross tightly, a rare look of sadness on his face.

Seeing this, Jose behind him hurried forward to help him steady himself.

Jose was extremely shocked at this moment. He was the only one in the family who knew about the transaction between Tu Ku and the young policeman.

He clearly remembered that Tuku only wanted to rob Gus of a few trucks of drugs, but it suddenly turned into a gunfight in the city center, and even his own drug warehouse was burned down, and Tuku was burned to charcoal.

How many hours have passed since the massacre?

It all happened so fast and so suddenly.

"uncle."

Jose didn't think too much about it and decided to tell the whole story.

Tonight, not only did they lose many gunmen, but also drugs worth billions were destroyed, and even the family's third in command, Tu Ku, was killed tragically.

The matter was too big, and Jose believed that even if he didn't say anything, Hector would find out sooner or later.

A few minutes later, after Jose finished explaining what had happened, Hector stared at him and asked, "So, Tuku lost a large sum of money gambling on a boxing match, so he went to rob Gus's D-grade goods to fill the hole in the accounts?"

"Yes."

Having successfully extricated himself, Jose feigned composure and added, "The tip came from that police officer named Rorschach. But it seems he definitely concealed the fact that the truck was escorted by gunmen, and he also likely revealed the location of our drug warehouse to Gus, leading to this tragic situation."

Hector glanced at Jose coldly. He still trusted this distant nephew, otherwise he would not have given him the position of finance.

What made him angry was that Tu Ku could be so stupid!

This was clearly Gus's conspiracy from the beginning to the end!

This damn black man wanted to lure them into taking action first, so that he would not only have an excuse to report to his superiors in Mexico, but also take the opportunity to weaken the strength of the Salamanca family.

"Tu Ku is such an idiot. A police officer dared to come to him and cooperate. Doesn't he have any suspicion at all?"

Hector was so angry that he was shaking all over, and his blood pressure soared that his whole head turned red.

He stared at the ruins of the warehouse in front of him. Hundreds of millions of dollars worth of drugs and his own nephew's life had all turned to ashes.

"Gus Rorschach"

Hector gritted his teeth as he repeated the two names. "Go! Contact Mexico and call the two brothers, Lalo and Mark, over to me! Then tell them how we, Mexico, will take revenge..."

"The little fight is over!"

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