The Tyrant Billionaire

Chapter 183: Chapter 183 The Irish Mob

Sigel was one of the Mafia community bosses. To Bill, Sigel was very powerful, but he didn't expect him to die like this.

"Bill, I expect major changes in Los Angeles. Gather the Bill gang's combat team immediately and be on standby," Hardy said.

"Okay, I'll get them all together now."

After hanging up on Bill, Hardy called Lancer, "Lancer, you should know about Sigel and Fred by now."

"Yes, I know. I'm with Henry."

"Some big changes will happen on the West Coast. You must immediately summon all the combat teams to be on standby at the security company headquarters. I'll go there now." Hardy ordered.

"I got it." Lancer responded.

After hanging up, Hardy checked the time. It was now 9 p.m.

The bodyguard drove Hardy to HD Security Company, where Lancer, Henry, Richard, Matthew, Neil, and others were already waiting for him in the conference room.

Hardy sat down and said, "The other Mafia families in New York launched an attack on the Corleone family, blew up Sonny Corleone, and sent people to assassinate Michael. The Corleone family has declared war for revenge, and the mafia will inevitably fall into internal strife and killing."

"Someone killed Sigel and Fred. Although I don't know who the other party is, they are closely related to other Mafia families. I feel that these people aren't after revenge. Their purpose should be to gain benefits from Los Angeles and Las Vegas."

"Now let's plan how to deal with Las Vegas and the Austrians gang in Los Angeles."

"Boss, what's there to consider? I think now is the best time to take over Las Vegas and the Austrian gang and put them under your comand!" Matthew said it directly.

"Although Matthew is blunt, I support his opinion." Henry said.

"Previously, the Austrian gang was controlled by Sigel and Fried. Our two families had a good relationship, and we could cooperate peacefully. But if others control it in the future, the Austrian gang might become our enemy. It's better to take action now."

"Las Vegas used to be Sigel's territory, with no one else intervening. Now that Sigel is dead, Las Vegas will soon be taken over by other forces."

Others also expressed their opinions, all supporting Hardy to make a move.

Hardy thought for a moment, "Henry, call Alan Penn and ask him to go talk to Bill."

Alan Penn was the Austrian gang's second in command and strategist. After Fried was taken to Las Vegas by Sigel, Alan Penn became the leader of the Austrian gang in Los Angeles.

Henry dialed the phone, but no one answered after a long time.

"Boss, no one answered," Henry said after hanging up.

Hardy thought for a moment and then told Richard and Kerry, "You two bring your teams and come with me to Bill's place."

"Okay, boss."

Hardy rarely brought people when he went out, but this was an unusual time. Sigel and Fred had just been attacked and killed, and Hardy would not let himself fall into the same trap.

"Henry, get your intelligence team moving and watch for any suspicious activity in Los Angeles," Hardy instructed Henry.

"I understand, boss."

"Lancer, get all the patrol teams on the streets, keep the radios on, and be ready for any emergencies."

"I got it," Lancer nodded.

...

North Shore Gang, Los Angeles.

Two cars quickly drove into the North Shore Gang's base and stopped at the steps of a building. A group of men in black got out, carrying a man with handcuffs and a black hood.

They entered the hall,

The men in black threw the man onto the ground.

Swish~!

The black hood was removed, revealing the face of a middle aged man, none other than the Austruans gang's strategist, Alan Penn.

Dazzled by the light, Alan squinted and looked forward.

He saw the boss of the North Shore Gang, Jaime Weiss, and his deputy, Bugs Moran, standing in front, along with a middle aged man in his fifties.

Jaime Weiss laughed as he approached, "Mr. Alan Penn, nice to meet you. Didn't expect us to meet this way, huh?"

That evening, after finishing the gang's accounts, Alan Penn left the office to find a bar for a drink. Just as he got out of the car, seven or eight men suddenly appeared, all holding revolvers, aiming at Alan and his driver and bodyguard.

Neither dared to move. Alan was handcuffed, hooded, and taken away. He didn't expect the North Shore Gang to be the ones who captured him.

Jaime Weiss looked down at Alan Penn. Alan had to strain his neck to see Jaime's face, knowing this was meant to humiliate him.

"What do you want?" Alan gritted his teeth.

Jaime Weiss chuckled, "Just a small matter to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

Alan knew it wouldn't be trivial.

"Hand over the Austrian gang. From now on, it will merge into the North Shore Gang," Jaime said with a smug tone.

Alan Penn was stunned, "Jaime Weiss, are you crazy? Do you think capturing me will let you take over the Austrian gang's assets and territory? Don't forget, the Austrian gang still has Boss Fred and Mr. Sigel."

"Alan Penn, you don't know yet, do you? Just a few hours ago, your boss Fred and Mr. Sigel were shot dead at their home in Las Vegas. Hahaha."

A middle aged man walked over with a smile and said to Alan Penn.

Jaime Weiss pointed to the middle aged man and introduced him to Alan Penn, "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. David, a member of the Irish Union Council and Deputy to Mr. Raymond."

Having mixed in the underworld for so many years, Alan Penn had naturally heard of Raymond. At thirty, Raymond became the boss of Detroit's underworld.

Detroit, the "world's automotive capital," was very wealthy, with General Motors, Ford, and Chrysler all based there. It was once America's top industrial city.

After World War II, it remained prosperous until 1967, when it began to decline. But now, in 1947, Detroit was at its peak.

Raymond was the underground emperor of Detroit.

The mafia formed a commission to resolve internal disputes and concentrate power. Raymond thought this model was good and adopted it, establishing the Irish Union Council.

Raymond had been the council's chairman for over a decade, making him the undisputed boss of the Irish mob.