Chapter 11: Idealism

　　 On the same day, when Li Zitao led people away from the manor house full of bullet holes and corpses, a vigorous search operation was launched in the city.
　　William Deffer personally rushed to the Chicago Police Station and sat opposite the police chief, watching him calmly giving orders.
　　 From this moment, he and Capone Group have completely torn their faces, and the other party's action last night was to tear the last layer of shame.
　　 No one in Chicago knows that it is his manor, his wife, Mrs. Deffer’s father, and one of his most beloved manors.
　　 Last night, the Italian Mafia ruined it completely, which made William Deffer full of anger, but also secretly shuddered.
　　 "Do these really want to do the right thing with the Federation?" As a politician, when he is in danger, he must immediately correct himself.
　　 There is a difficult federal top, and he is just a mayor under the jurisdiction of the federal government.
　　 has its own benefits. The federal government has no right to interfere with local laws. This is the right of every American citizen.
　　 For American officials, this set of fires they have already played with is perfect.
　　If the Capone Group is really going crazy, then William Deffer is probably going to go to HSD in person to express the anger of all Chicago people about the federal inaction.
　　Was the people willing to be represented by him? Despite being a ghost, Laozi is the mayor.
　　 "Hey." Looking at the opposite side as a sculpture, silent, staring at his mayor, the head of the mayor, Director Grant Fuzer's tone was very unfriendly.
　　 "I'm looking for Mayor William Dover, please tell him that my old friend calls." The voice on the phone was very strange, and Grant had some doubts about his identity.
　　No matter how suspicious, in front of William Deffer, he could only give the phone to the other party.
　　 "William, I think it's time to tell me the list." Li Zitao said with a smile, holding the phone, sitting on the hidden open space in District 22.
　　 "Well, location." William Deffer said briefly, facing Grant's skeptical eyes, he could not help complaining, "Is this guy trying to make everyone know?"
　　 "Area 22, give it to any Chinese, and they will deliver it to my hand." After a pun, Li Zitao hung up the phone directly.
　　 Yes, he made the call to the police station intentionally, he just wanted to let everyone know that William Deffer had a partner and was trying to eliminate all difficulties for him.
　　The old man always tells us that eggs should never be put in the same basket. Li Zitao needs to show his existence and strength.
　　 Only became indispensable, then he was able to sit securely in that position after the Italian Mafia was driven out of Chicago.
　　 "Boss, some gangs have started to grab the site recently, the Zak gang in the Western District and the devil gang in HB have started the war." The monk who has become a small boss has ran over and brought the latest news to Li Zitao.
　　 "Is anyone here making trouble?" Li Zitao didn't care about any Zac gang or Devil gang. He needed to give the Capone group a lesson again to let them know that they were not facing a group of good men and women.
　　 "Yes." The monk raised his head and said, "Two blocks away, there is a small gang named Samoed, who will collect protection fees every month...that is tomorrow."
　　 "Oh?" Li Zitao raised her eyebrows unexpectedly and asked; "Did you not resist?"
　　 "They have guns." The monk replied without hesitation.
　　 "Now we have robbed." Li Zitao pointed to the python revolver around his waist and said with a smile: "Tomorrow you will bring someone to surprise them!"
　　 "Yes." The monk shouted with excitement at the thought that they had more than 90 Chicago typewriters in their hands.
　　 "Li." Wang Dagou came over from a distance, and the monk turned and left.
　　 "How? Did you find the bullet?" Li Zitao asked him while looking at him.
　　 "I found it, but the other party asked for twice the price." Wang Dagou's face was a little ugly, and these were just taking advantage of the fire.
　　 "Give them, buy the bullets as soon as possible. I need them to practice their marksmanship quickly." Thinking of the terrible sight last night, Li Zitao felt that the money must be spent.
　　 "Okay, then I will contact the other party now." Wang Dagou finished and left.
　　Li Zitao just stood in a fence surrounded by wooden planks and plastic sheets on all sides, and he bowed his head and thought about what to do next.
　　With the gun ‘taken away’ from William Dever Manor, District 22 can be used as their base camp, making it his foundation in Chicago.
　　 is not only because these compatriots make him feel close and safe, but also because all his men now come from the family here.
　　 Moreover, these compatriots seem inconspicuous, but the small businesses they run are all essential in life.
　　Whether they are white or black, they don't pay much attention to the yellow-skinned Chinese, because they will only earn the money they deserve, and there is no threat at all.
　　 This is the case. These compatriots can always hear the information exposed by many guests during conversations, which is very important to Li Zitao now.
"Chinatown, attract more Chinese to live here, and then give them money to do business, radiating to the entire Chicago city, then this will be a dense intelligence network." Thinking of the S county and ramen that opened the world in the past life, plum Tao felt that this method was feasible.
　　 "No, no, not just give them money, it should form a bundle of interests, join, share, and bundle all families together, which is a huge interest group,
　　 As long as it continues to grow and develop, one day sooner or later, America cannot ignore the voice of the Chinese. "Thinking of this, Li Zitao clenched his fists in excitement and waved forward.
　　 "En?" As soon as he looked up, he saw Bergman in the distance. At the moment, she was standing there, walking around indecisively.
　　 "Come on!" Hooked at Baoman and waited for the other person to come beside him, Li Zitao said: "Let's walk together, just ask whatever you want!"
　　 "That... Can I leave?" Bergman's tone was a little complicated.
　　Although the other party once brutally ravaged her, but when you look back at the situation, it is inevitable that Li Zitao will think more.
　　After all, she had just fled to the manor, and a group of gunmen followed her. If it was her, she would inevitably wonder if there was any connection.
　　 "Do you want to leave? It's not peaceful outside now." A large number of police searched, the mafia was hiding in the streets, and small gangs competed for the site.
Homeless people in the city, newspaper kiosks, and even some policemen are the eyes of the Capone Group.
　　Since the woman was being targeted by McGuin, Li Zitao did not know whether she could safely arrive at the airport or the station and leave smoothly.
　　 "... Do they treat federal law as shit?" Hearing Li Zitao's analysis, even the well-educated Bergman couldn't help but swear.
　　 "Law, in this country, is just a tool that the rich wantonly to play with." Li Zitao said mercilessly.
　　 "So, can you please help me to leave?" The more I listened to Bergman, the more dangerous it was, and I even had the idea of ​​‘never come to America again. ’
If let Li Zitao know that Bergman in the past was a famous Hollywood movie, he was even said to be the only one who could be comparable to the beauty of Audrey Hepburn. Now he is scared that he doesn’t want to step into the United States again. I don’t know if he will I will be proud of myself.
　　 "Wait a second, I have a lot of things to do in these two days." Li Zitao stopped and sat on the land where there was little green grass, his hands propped his body backwards, looking up at the sky.
　　 "Are you... also a mafia?" From leaving the manor to the present, Bergman heard a lot of conversations and knew the identity of the gunmen last night.
　　 "No." Li Zitao's decisive voice relieved Bao Man, but then her heart was raised again.
　　 Because Li Zitao looked at her with a smile and said, "I want to do serious business, for example...arms?"
　　 "Why do you have to fight and kill." Although fearful of Li Zitao, the incident of pulling his hair last night is still vivid, but Baoman still wants to ask him why he wants to be a villain.
　　 "Because I want to live here and live a better life, I can only do it if I have enough power to make people afraid," Li Zitao said with a determined look.
　　 "You can use other methods, such as doing business or working hard," Bergman enthusiastically suggested.
　　 "Work? Business?" Looking at her with alien eyes~EbookFREE.me~ Li Zitao pointed his finger at himself and said, "Do you think people like me can get fair treatment?"
　　Even if it works, how many years will it take?
　　 Black people used to live for more than 150 years, and they have not completely eliminated discrimination against them by white people, even if a black president has been born there.
　　Think about what black people have paid for this, long-term exploitation and oppression, strange eyes, verbal abuse, the cheapest jobs, living in the most chaotic neighborhoods, and the risk of losing their lives at any time.
　　 If you want to live with dignity here, you must have the weapons in your own hands. The 1882 Chinese Exclusion Act. Now that black people have been discriminated, is it not enough to prove all this?
　　However, compared to Chinese people, people are even more hateful towards black people, because they are like locusts, swarming from the south constantly.
　　Employment of their work, house, medical care, welfare, and even relief, should only be qualified for white people, and black people, just wait for death.
　　 In general, when anyone invades the interests of white people and threatens them, then targeting and hatred will arise accordingly.
　　Li Zitao could not wait so long, and did not want to let those experiences fall on himself or even his descendants.
　　 said that if he is still a low-level worker, whether he can find his wife in the future, and the reproduction of offspring is unknown.
　　 has three aspects of unfilial piety, and no future is great. Li Zitao finds a motivation for himself to work hard.
　　 Although the salted fish is very salty, but occasionally I want to turn over and change my face to bask in the sun.
　　As for idealists like Bergman, they only need to live in their own utopia. Waiting for the dream day, I hope they can bear the cruelty and blood of reality.