American Comic Dimensional Trading Device

“Call Mary and Nancy over. By the way, what’s going on in the alley? The Italians are causing trouble here, and Brian isn’t doing anything about it?” Tony Wendis said the two girls’ names, slipped a five-dollar tip to the waiter, and then asked.

The West End is Irish territory, and Brian, whom he mentioned, is the caretaker of this establishment.

It was certainly strange for Italians to show up and cause trouble on the sidelines of the Irish.

"Thank you, sir. Normally, Mr. Brian wouldn't allow an Italian to cause trouble in the West End, but that guy is Italian too. I heard he owes his boss a huge sum of money. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem; we treat guests as guests. But this guy clearly has no money and still dares to come here looking for girls. Isn't he asking for trouble? The Italians were going to deal with him anyway, so Mr. Brian didn't bother to have anyone do it. I heard this guy used to be a big shot in the Southwest, but now? Heh... he's probably not going to live much longer." After collecting the tip, the waiter cheerfully told Tony Wendis all the information he knew.

"Oh? How much does he owe?" Tony Wendis asked casually. He understood that if he couldn't pay back the money, the unfortunate guy's life was probably in danger.

"I heard they owe several thousand," the waiter said.

"Only a few thousand to kill him?" Tony Wendis blurted out upon hearing this.

“Mr. Wendis, you’re joking. For big shots like you, a few thousand dollars is nothing, but for small fry like us, unless we rob a bank, it would take us at least ten or eight years to save up that much,” the waiter said with a hint of self-deprecation.

Tony Wendis immediately understood what the waiter meant.

Yes, back when I met Margot, I was lucky if I could save a few hundred dollars a year.

Several thousand yuan is indeed enough to buy a human life.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously shuddered.

If Margot really divorces him, will he end up like that unlucky guy outside?

Thinking of this, an idea began to grow uncontrollably in his mind.

Chapter 19 Ten Thousand Dollars

"Sir, did you come to see me?" In the luxurious private room of the chicken farm, Joe, his face bruised and swollen, cautiously asked Tony Wendis, who was embracing two beauties.

That's right, the guy getting beaten up in the alley outside when Tony arrived was Barbaro Joe, who had previously stolen Josie's car.

Two days had passed since the deadline given by Mafia boss Scapar.

In the past two days, Qiao has actually done some things.

Instead, they were planning to rob a bank.

Because this was the fastest way he could think of to raise money.

But banks aren't so easy to raid.

It hasn't been many years since the Great Depression ended.

Having experienced that most chaotic period, the Chicago Police Department was well-prepared in terms of force.

While they might not use submachine guns or other automatic weapons, shotguns and rifles are basically standard equipment in every police car—as anyone who's seen Johnny Depp's Enemies of the Public knows, robbing a bank without four or five people, sufficient firepower, and backup vehicles is practically suicide.

Moreover, it's not just the police; most bank security guards are also equipped with shotguns.

What did Joe have? Nothing but an M1911.

Of course, cars can be stolen. He used to do this often to earn pocket money, so he was quite familiar with it.

But weapons and manpower are not an option. Good weapons must be bought with real money, and manpower must be reliable.

These things cannot be prepared in a short time; they require a considerable amount of time to prepare.

There are people who rush into banks with guns without any preparation or in a moment of impulse, but 99% of the time they end up dead in the street.

Joe's goal was to steal money, not to die.

Therefore, it's impossible to take action so quickly.

Today, he originally came to the West District to find an old friend and wanted to ask him to work together.

However, the other party promptly refused when he mentioned it, because they had just connected with the Irish gang and gained a good source of income, although it was not very profitable, it was low-risk.

In this situation, it's impossible for someone to be so foolish as to gamble with Joe's Bank.

And they very rudely kicked Joe out.

They had only hung out on the streets together when they were poor, so they weren't really close friends and naturally wouldn't give Qiao much face.

Joe was very frustrated after being rejected. While wandering aimlessly, he ended up at the chicken farm.

In a moment of impulsiveness, disregarding the fact that he had no money in his pocket, he decided to come in and have some fun.

Since Joe had occasionally visited this den of iniquity when he had some money, neither the doorman nor the girls inside suspected that he was planning to dine and dash.

Even after we were done, he almost ran away under the pretense of going to the toilet.

He had just stepped out when he was ambushed by several of Sgapa's men... To prevent this guy from escaping, Sgapa had been keeping an eye on him.

The person keeping watch saw him enter this den of iniquity and assumed that he had gotten money from that friend and was now living it up instead of paying it back. So he called a few companions to ambush him.

Unexpectedly, this guy was planning to skip out on the bill.

They ended up not only failing to get their money, but also almost offending the Irish gang in the establishment.

Fortunately, Brian, the caretaker of the venue, had no intention of clashing with the Italians. Knowing that the Italians were planning to make money off this guy, and that Joe was already planning to rob a bank, he said that as long as this guy got the money, he would repay three times the amount for today.

Otherwise, according to Brian's usual practice, this matter wouldn't be over unless he broke Joe's three legs.

As for what happens if this guy fails to rob a bank... need I say more?

They'll either die at the hands of the police or bank security.

They either die at the hands of the Italians.

There's absolutely no need for the Irish gang to lift a finger.

Although they were spared the pain of having short limbs, the Italians still had to vent their anger.

So Joe was dragged into the alley and got a good beating.

As a result, Tony Wendis, who happened to be there, saw it.

Then, to Joe's utter bewilderment, the waiter led him to this important figure... Although Tony Wendace was just a tennis player, thanks to the influence of his wealthy husband Margot, he was indeed a big shot among ordinary gangsters, let alone a street thug like Joe.

“Girls, you can go out now. This gentleman and I have something to discuss.” Tony Wendis looked Joe up and down and waved to the two beauties beside him.

The two women met briefly, then playfully rubbed against Tony Wendice before obediently leaving the private room.

"Sit down, what would you like to drink?" Tony Wendis waved his hand, gesturing for Joe to sit down.

“威士忌就行。”乔看着托尼·温迪斯面前的威士忌，舔了舔嘴唇道，挨了一顿胖揍，他亟需喝一杯威士忌止疼。

Tony Wendis nodded, picked up the bottle in front of him, and poured Joe a glass.

"I heard you owe a lot of money?" Tony Wendis asked after Joe took a sip of his drink.

“Yes, sir,” Joe replied cautiously, setting down his glass.

"How much do you owe?" Tony Wendis asked again.

“Four thousand dollars,” Joe answered readily. It wasn’t a secret, and there was nothing wrong with saying it.

“Four thousand dollars… Ha, want to make money? A lot of money!” Tony Wendis asked with a smile.

“Sir, I don’t quite understand what you mean…” Joe blinked, somewhat confused about the man’s approach, but there was no doubt that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

“Just answer me whether you want to make this money or not,” Tony Wendis said.

“But sir, I need to know what you want me to do!” Joe couldn’t help but ask.

“Joe Barbaro, I know your situation, and I know that if you don’t pay back the money within a week, the Mafia won’t let you off the hook. I even know that you’re planning to rob a bank,” Tony Wendis said. “You desperately need the money.”

"...Then sir, you should also know that sometimes the profits from kidnapping can be just as much as from robbing a bank!" Joe disliked the other party's condescending attitude and threatened him somewhat unhappily.

“Oh? Is that so? Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I don’t have any relatives besides my wife, and to be honest, my relationship with my wife is pretty bad. So even if you kidnap me, you won’t get any money. Besides, my relationship with Brian is pretty good. What do you think are the chances that even if you kidnap me and get the money, you’ll actually spend it?” Tony Wendis said, completely unfazed by Joe’s threat.

"...You have a point. So, sir, what exactly do you want me to do? And how much exactly is this 'large sum of money' you mentioned?" Joe asked, somewhat deflated.

"Ten thousand dollars!" Tony Wendis said, emphasizing each word as he saw the atmosphere was right.

"How much?" Joe looked up in surprise.

“Ten thousand,” Tony Wendis repeated.

"Let's do it!" Joe made the decision immediately.

Ten thousand dollars is no small sum.

It's important to know that during this period, a professional hitman in the Mafia typically earned between two and four thousand per job.

Although he didn't know what Tony Wendice wanted him to do, Joe thought that it couldn't be more serious than murder.

Chapter 20 I want a divorce

Joe didn't know that his unintentional guess was correct.

What Tony Wendis wanted him to do was none other than kill someone.

The targets were none other than Tony Wendis's wife, Margot, and Josie, Margot's "lover."

Of course, the main target is still Margot.

Margot wants a divorce, doesn't she? Doesn't she want him to kick her out?

Then let her die.

Once Margot is dead, and with no other relatives left, her enormous fortune will naturally fall into his hands.