Empire of Shadows

However, in the end, Mr. Chobaf did not immediately look for a hitman, but instead called Cohen, a senior cadre of the Camille Gang.

Cohen and Mr. Chobaf came from the same state, considered half-fellow countrymen. It was also because of Mr. Chobaf's help that he smoothly climbed to the position of a senior cadre in the Camille Gang.

In the Federation, and even in this world, whether it's 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 give people real benefits in order to recruit more people.

The two had always kept in touch, although Mr. Chobaf's relationship with the Camille Gang was very ordinary.

When Cohen received Mr. Chobaf's call, he was reclining in a chair, a girl kneeling in front of him. He tilted his head back, squinting slightly, "Mr. Chobaf, is there… anything you need me to take care of?"

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"Mr. Chobaf" was a special way he addressed Mr. Chobaf, which seemed intimate and familiar.

Mr. Chobaf glanced at the receiver in his hand, feeling a bit absurd, "If you're busy, I can call you later."

"Busy?"

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

"What makes me so fortunate to be able to help you?" Cohen's words had a double meaning.

In the past, their contact was mostly through assistants, or even the assistant's nephew. Mr. Chobaf tried to avoid contacting him directly.

This was actually quite normal. One could be considered… an upper-class member of the imperial immigrants, while the other was a stinky gangster cadre. Even if there was contact between these two people, it couldn't be direct contact.

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

At least before truly entering the upper class of the Federation, he had to keep as many stains as possible off himself.

Gangster banker, this was obviously the worst kind of interpretation, a mark.

So he almost never contacted Cohen personally. This approach was reasonable and appropriate, but inevitably made Cohen feel a little unhappy about it.

Perhaps when he was still a poor kid and first started being funded by Mr. Chobaf, he wouldn't have felt uncomfortable.

But as his position in the gang became higher and higher, he gradually felt that even though he was already a senior cadre, he still couldn't get Mr. Chobaf's respect.

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

Hearing the meaning expressed in Cohen's words, Mr. Chobaf cursed inwardly, but he still restrained his temper, "I've encountered a problem."

Cohen pressed the girl's head to make her go deeper, "You can order me to do anything, this is a repayment for your many years of funding me."

"Jimmy."

"Jimmy?"

Cohen was stunned for a moment, "Jimmy of the Brothers Gang?"

"Yes, that's him."

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

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

Hearing this, Cohen couldn't help but feel a strange emotion surging, "Mr. Chobaf, everyone says you have millions of assets, it's just thirty thousand dollars, there's no need to bother with a bunch of lunatics."

"You may not know much about Jimmy and the Brothers Gang. They used to be the most famous gang of street urchins in the port area. Almost everyone was either from a single-parent family or an orphan, and they were used to doing things recklessly."

"To be honest, if you were talking about someone else, I might be able to help you with something, but if the other party is Jimmy of the Brothers Gang, I think I can only help you arrange a talk with him at most."

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

The problem of street urchins in the port area of ​​Goldenport City ​​was once reported in the "Federal Daily", and it was continuously reported for several issues, and the first and last issues were on the front page.

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

Some are professional, they are organized and disciplined to provide services to these people in special places, and there is a complete process to eliminate dangers.

But there are also some who are short of money and occasionally come to do it once, and are not prepared or aware of this at all.

Coupled with unorganized streetwalkers, the situation in the port area is very complicated, and someone will always be accidentally shot.

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 taken away by the welfare home and raised.

Federal law stipulates that child labor is allowed to exist. These children who have to work from an early age learn to form gangs early and quickly form a force in the port area.

Even now, it still exists, but as the economy improves, the problem of child gangs has stung the fragile hearts of the federal people, so the media doesn't report it much.

It's not that it doesn't exist, it's just that it's not reported. People will think that these things no longer happen, but they actually still exist.

The Brothers Gang is a gang built on the basis of child gangs. Almost all members are ruthless characters who are fierce and combative, otherwise they would not be able to survive until now.

These people have no family. They grew up under the discriminatory eyes of others, so they have no scruples in doing things and are reckless.

Even the police sometimes feel棘手. They never cover up when killing police officers, unlike other gangs who may also eliminate some police officers, but basically as a last resort.

And they are so unconcerned, as long as they feel there is a need.

So when it comes to these people, Cohen not only doesn't want to make money, but doesn't even want to bother.

His attitude almost made Mr. Chobaf scold him. Do I need you to make an appointment if I want to talk to him?

But at this time, he must stabilize. He took two deep breaths, "Then I'll just be extorted for nothing?"

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

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

"And as I just said, Mr. Chobaf, you have millions of wealth. If tens of thousands of dollars can solve a problem, why bother?"

His words implied an attitude of asking him to settle things peacefully. Mr. Chobaf took a deep breath, "Okay, I got it."

"Then…", Cohen hadn't finished speaking, looking at the phone in his hand that only had a busy tone left, he cursed a few times and began to focus on the things in front of him.

In the office, Mr. Chobaf became more and more angry as 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 he doesn't show the difficulty that rich people should have. He looked at the assistant and said, "This matter must have a result that satisfies me. Go find a hitman, give him money, and have him take out Jimmy."

"I don't want the sixty thousand dollars. I must get this breath out!"

The assistant knew that he was already impulsive. After thinking about it, he decided to respect his choice, "I will go find a reliable hitman. How much money are you willing to spend on this matter?"

Mr. Chobaf's mouth twitched, "One… within twenty thousand dollars."

The assistant left quickly. He had to protect Mr. Chobaf, because only in this way did he have value.

He found his nephew, "Within twenty thousand dollars, go find a hitman to take out Jimmy of the Brothers Gang. I will have someone give you a photo."

The assistant's nephew was thirty years old this year. He had been doing dirty work for Mr. Chobaf. At this time, he nodded repeatedly and then left.

He had his channels. Soon, he found someone who was willing to do this, a deserter from the Empire who had just been smuggled over.

In order to pay back the money to the snakehead as soon as possible, so as not to implicate his family in the Empire, he had to 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.

He had killed several people on the battlefield, so this kind of work was particularly easy.

Without even thinking about it, he agreed.

He had been preparing for this matter for a week. He gave two thousand dollars as a deposit out of the five thousand dollars, twelve hundred dollars to the snakehead, and five hundred dollars sent back home. During this week, he spent almost the remaining three hundred dollars before starting the preparations.

In his words, if he died, wouldn't it be too亏if there was still some money that hadn't been spent?

During this period, he had been wandering 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 from his arms and took a sip.

Federal wine is real wine. What he drank in the Empire was shit!

Touching the weapon in his arms, he pushed the door open, and the oncoming sunshine was like a new life about to embrace him…