People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Who could accept that so easily?

However, despite their distress, the group of leaders didn't waste any words, readily agreed, and quickly left to carry out Abruzzi's orders.

Once all the managers had left, Abruzzi finally lowered his bossy attitude a bit, sighed, and looked up at the office.

The Abruzzi family ended with him...

It's impossible not to feel sad.

He is not without feelings.

"It will get better!"

"No beginning without an end!"

After staring blankly for a while, Abruzzi shook his head with a wry smile, stopped looking, muttered to himself, and then took out his phone to call Ding Ze.

The call was answered quickly.

“Mr. Ding,” Abruzzi began, explaining the situation, “I plan to leave tonight. Have you finished your business?”

Ding Ze was driving when he thought for a moment, then asked instead of answering, "What time are we leaving tonight?"

"I still have some finishing touches to do. If everything goes smoothly, it will be 8 p.m.

"Okay, see you at eight. Where?"

Abruzzi described the location of a remote private airport.

“Okay,” Ding Ze noted it down. “The Falzeng family will arrive before then. Do you have any questions?”

Abruzzi smiled confidently and calmly, "This is Chicago, my territory. They can't cause any trouble. I'll treat them well."

That's a powerful statement.

Ding Ze liked it very much, "Okay."

Chapter 74 Our Chicago

The news that John Abruzzi had killed Philip Farzen, and that Philip Farzen's younger brother, Gasby Farzen, had gathered hundreds of men and was on his way to Chicago to completely wipe out the Abruzzi family, spread quickly.

In fact, it didn't even take fifteen minutes.

All the buyers who purchased the Abruzzi family's assets last night heard about it, and naturally, they were all dumbfounded.

These buyers truly hadn't expected that the real reason John Abruzzi was frantically selling off his assets would be this...

They simply assumed it was because John Abruzzi had killed so many FBI agents and needed to escape as quickly as possible…

then.

For a while.

Some buyers, fearing they would be implicated, were so angry they cursed. Some considered contacting Gasby-Falzen to become informants, while others even wanted to immediately return the goods to John Abruzzi…

But after the initial panic subsided, all the buyers tacitly chose to do the same thing.

That means accepting the consequences of the gamble, contacting subordinates, and temporarily shutting down the acquired businesses to weather this storm.

the reason is simple.

First, every country has its laws, and every industry has its rules. John Abruzzi sold his assets at half price, getting a great deal, but naturally he had to bear certain risks. Otherwise, what could he do? Did he really expect a free lunch?

Second, whether John Abruzzi will die in this wave is anyone's guess. If he survives, and then pulls some trick at this crucial moment... well... John Abruzzi isn't a saint, and their fate will be far more serious than losing a few million or tens of millions...

As for being an informant?

Ha ha.

Nobody would actually do that.

Informers, being insiders, are punishable by everyone; this is no joke.

that's it.

The darker side of Chicago is stirring, and many are preparing for the coming storm!

**************

3pm.

A plane from Miami landed at Chicago O'Hare International Airport.

Ron got off the plane and sped off to John Abruzzi's location while making phone calls nonstop.

Half past three in the afternoon.

John Abruzzi's one-hour deadline has expired.

Shortly afterwards.

People arrived in batches.

Four p.m.

Everyone who was supposed to be there has arrived.

John Abruzzi roughly counted that there were twelve people in charge and more than two hundred subordinates.

The number of people was much larger than he had expected.

To be honest, he felt very gratified about this.

after all.

In this industry, loyalty is often nonexistent; when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter—that's the norm.

"I won't say anything else, I'll just say one thing."

"This departure is not because I'm scared, nor is it to run away, but for a better future. Please believe me, you will absolutely not regret your choice today!"

John Abruzzi watched for a moment, then spoke, his voice calm yet powerful.

More than two hundred of his men laughed together, and many of them even started to jeer.

For a time, the arms depot was in an uproar.

Although time was a bit tight, John Abruzzi didn't stop them and let these lovely people make a ruckus.

After a while.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down.

Abruzzi glanced at the time before speaking, "Alright, then everyone get ready! Until we leave, Chicago is still our Chicago!"

"No one can come to our territory and mess with us!"

"Yes, boss!!!" Everyone responded and moved.

In the blink of an eye.

Hmph hmph hmph.

One by one, the wooden crates were opened.

Pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, machine guns, Gatling guns, grenades, smoke grenades, flashbangs, body armor, and even mortars were successively distributed to each person...

This is how the Abruzzi family's accumulated wealth and influence in Chicago over the years has truly come to be revealed.

Half past four in the afternoon.

Gaisby-Fall arrived in Chicago with over fifty skilled players.

-

at the same time.

Outside the Chicago hospital, Ding Ze, who had just dropped Anna off, didn't rush to leave. He sat in his car, lit a cigarette, glanced at the time, and began to ponder something.

Abruzzi called earlier, but didn't say he needed him, and confidently said it was no problem.

At the time, he didn't say he wanted to go.

Because, on the one hand, Abruzzi is facing a war, and now he is all alone. Whether he participates or not makes little difference and won't change anything.

On the other hand, that war was the war of Abruzzo.

As the head of the Abruzzi family, Abruzzi was proud and valued respect. It would be inappropriate for him to say he wanted to go there without Abruzzi mentioning that he needed him. It would seem disrespectful and show a lack of trust in Abruzzi's abilities.

Then, through these days of getting along, he hoped that Abruzzi could continue on his path with him... Considering this, believing in Abruzzi's strength, and more importantly, mutual respect, became essential.

But respect is one thing, and belief is another.

It would be a lie to say I'm not worried.

After all, Abruzzi was a pretty good helper.

therefore.

He decided to make a call anyway and ask a few questions.

The call was answered quickly.

"John, is everything alright?"

Abruzzi smiled faintly, "Smoothly, don't worry."