Lisko’s American Life

Hill was sitting on the second floor of the nightclub, smoking a cigar, holding a scantily clad woman in his arms, watching his subordinates dancing crazily on the dance floor, and a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the dancing figures below, in his eyes, these are all moving banknotes. Thinking of his father's tragic death when he was a child, he had to go to rob with others, the days of fear and fear, he is very concerned about his current situation. life is very satisfying.

Suddenly, the screen of the mobile phone on the table lit up. He kissed the blonde beauty who was snuggling beside him, then picked up the mobile phone with a cigar in his mouth.

The information above was very short, and his smile at the beginning froze all of a sudden, and the more he read it, the more dazed he became.

After reading all the information, his face was already distorted with anger.

"Fuck! Stupid."

He smashed his mobile phone to the ground, and the violent action caused panic among his subordinates. They all knew that although his boss was smiling every day, thinking about how he once broke off two people who betrayed him with pliers, he felt chills all over his body.

Soon, the boys stopped the DJ on the bandstand, and everyone gathered.

The second child of the Crown Gang was called Mohal, a burly black man, he stepped forward respectfully, and looked at Hill, whose hands were shaking with his wine glass because of anger.

"Boss, what happened?"

Hill took a sip of champagne, then smashed the wine glass hard.

"Fuck, I told you a long time ago, don't provoke those we can't afford to provoke, you are good, this time we kicked the iron plate, we may be dead."

All the subordinates held their breaths and remained silent. Although some people felt that Hill's regulation was a bit too cowardly over the years, so they had always complained about him. Those who should not be provoked were beaten by the police station afterwards, and they also obeyed this rule tacitly. After all, in the current situation, it is not enough to fight, this is a society of money and power.

Some people can mobilize the police station and mounted police at will, and wipe out the gangsters who offend them, and nothing will happen to them, and the public will applaud.

"By the way, there's a guy named William, and another guy named Aidan, who's subordinate."

As Hill vented his anger, he began to calm down. The most important thing now is to solve this matter and then pray for forgiveness, so that they will have a chance.

"Boss, they are my people, but their main task is to make drugs, so there shouldn't be any chance of causing trouble."

A burly man covered in tattoos came out of the crowd and bent down to answer in some doubts.

Hill stood up from his sofa and walked in step by step. The strong man was sweating all the time, and he looked at Hill beggingly.

Hill punched him, the strong man let out a pained grunt, then stood up from the ground, and continued to stand without saying a word.

It was another punch. At this time, blood was already dripping from the corner of the strong man's mouth. He wiped off the blood and returned to his original position.

Seeing the strong man behave like this, Hill's anger subsided a lot, and he pinched his waist and panted heavily.

"Your two idiots have messed with Lisko, now we're going to find them, before the police station and the cowboys at Lisko's Ranch, and then escort them to Lisko's Ranch, so maybe it's not that bad .”

"Okay sir, we'll go find it right away."

The gangsters who gathered together dispersed in a rush, ready to search the city for these two people.

Mohar on the side was a little puzzled, he stepped forward and asked.

"Boss, is it so serious? Lisko is just a writer and a rancher. We don't need to be so afraid of him, right?"

The other younger brothers present also had this question, but because of the fear of Hill, they did not dare to open their mouths.

"What do you know?" Hill glanced coldly at Mohar.

"You think he's just a writer, but you don't know, his mentor is a university professor, he is very powerful in the literary world, all his seniors work in various forces in the United States, even our governor treats him very well Kindly, the Garcia family in Denver, their second son Haas is Lisco's senior brother, and the two have a very good relationship. If he speaks up, Sheriff Guise, who has seen us very upset for a long time, will definitely clean us up mercilessly empty."

Mohar didn't expect that there was such a person in Garrison, and he made up his mind to go back and write down all the people that Hill counted out that he couldn't mess with, so as not to be unaware when he encounters these people in the future.

Hill took a few breaths, then picked up the phone from the ground. The screen of the phone was broken, and then he opened the address book indifferently, found the number of his backer, and dialed it.

"Doo-duh~ Damn it, I told you, don't contact me frequently, otherwise my opponent will get caught."

Opposite was an old voice. Even though he was on the phone, Hill still bent down affectionately and respectfully, with a humble expression.

"Sir, I have a little trouble here."

"Wait a minute," came a loud voice from the phone receiver, and it could be heard that it was at a dance party. With the sound of footsteps, the surroundings became quiet.

"Okay, now tell me, who did you offend?"

During the period, Hill remained motionless even though he was a little sore from bending over.

"Sir, I have two idiots on my staff who have offended Mr. Liscoe of Garrison."

"Lisko?" The person on the other side seemed to have some impression of the name, then paused for a while, and then the voice sounded.

"Is that Lisko who wrote the book?"

Although Lisko has never participated in activities, some politicians still have an impression of him because he participated in two receptions led by Haas when he first returned home.

"Yes, sir."

"Idiot, Lisko? That is an existence that I dare not mess with. Do you know how powerful the power behind him is? His mentor is a powerful figure. He has been a professor for more than 30 years, and the students he has taught are all Now the propaganda throat of every department in the United States."

The tone on the other side was full of shock and anger, and then he threw the phone and cursed.

During this period, Hill kept his own silence and said nothing.

After a meal of abuse, the other party seemed to calm down, and then panted and arranged for Hill.

"Find the person who offended him, and send it to him, begging for his forgiveness, or you will die."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone. Hill's face was cold and expressionless, and he stood there.

"Fuck. Old bastard, we pay him so much money every year, and now there is nothing to help him when something happens."

Mohar on the side complained.

"We are just a bunch of ants to them. They can crush us to death at will. When encountering such a thing, of course they don't want to stand up for us."

Hill was very aware of this matter, but he still called with a glimmer of hope, and the result was not unexpected.