American Comic Dimensional Trading Device

“Of course, look, that’s their office. They’re usually there around this time.” Winnie nodded, pointing to the second floor of a row of warehouses on the other side of the dock.

"Thank you, Winnie. You can go about your business now!" Brooke said, patting Winnie on the shoulder as he looked at the spot Winnie was pointing to.

“Okay, Mr. Brooke, but you won’t tell anyone about this, will you? Otherwise, if Stephen finds out, he’ll kill me!” Winnie asked cautiously.

"Of course, only the three of us know about this, don't worry!" Brooke reassured him.

Winnie chuckled and went back to work.

"What are you planning to do?" Brooke asked, watching Vito light a cigarette and start smoking after the other person left.

"Of course, it's to avenge my father!" Vito threw away his cigarette butt and stubbed it out.

“Then I think you might need a little help!” Brooke nodded, then gestured for Vito to follow.

Vito followed Brooke to the back of the car, slightly puzzled. When Brooke opened the trunk and then lifted the cover to reveal what was underneath, Vito's eyes widened in surprise.

There was a row of five or six Thompson submachine guns, gleaming with a faint light, lying quietly on the foam mat. In addition, there were seven or eight pistols, all of which were M1911s commonly used by the military.

“You can pick something you're comfortable with,” Brooke said, patting Vito on the shoulder.

"Wait, what do you mean? Are you suggesting we're not properly prepared and just charge in with guns? These people have seen our faces!" Vito was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the dockworkers who were unloading cargo.

Just kidding, if you do that, when the police ask, these dockworkers will just give them away, won't they?

“Hehe, don’t worry, Mr. Kahn’s influence is far beyond your imagination. These workers wouldn’t dare to betray us. Even if someone did, the police wouldn’t arrest us. Besides, it wasn’t us who did this, it was you… Or do you think you can’t even handle a few thugs?” Brooke said nonchalantly.

Actually, Brooke knew what Josh meant when he asked Vito to contact him.

Because Brooke is not just an ordinary bodyguard; he often does odd jobs for Josie.

Just as Vito had thought, this was both a favor and a pledge of allegiance.

He avenged his father's death in a fair and square manner.

Vito will never be able to betray Josie again.

“No, of course I can handle it!” Vito understood what Brooke meant and was not intimidated at all.

Are you kidding me? Someone who's experienced the chaos of war on the European front would be afraid of a few port bullies? Are you kidding me?

Without hesitation, he first picked up two M1911s, checked the magazines, loaded them, and then tucked them into his side waistband.

Then he stuffed two more into his lower back.

Finally, he picked up a Thompson submachine gun and tucked it into his pocket.

Fortunately, it was late winter and the weather was very cold. Even with a coat on, it was hard to tell that Vito had so many weapons tucked under his coat.

Vito, who was ready, got into the car, and Brooke drove him to the dock office downstairs.

A few minutes later, listening to the gunshots coming from upstairs like popping beans, Brooke leisurely lit a cigarette.

By the time Vito came downstairs, he had just finished his cigarette.

"Not bad!" Brooke looked at Vito getting into the car and gave him an approving look before starting the car immediately.

"What do we do with these things?" Vito raised the gun in his hand.

“Just throw it in the back seat, I’ll handle it later!” Brooke said.

Vito nodded, put the gun in the back seat, and then took out several stacks of US dollars and various gift certificates from his pocket.

"What is this?" Brooke raised an eyebrow upon seeing this.

“Found it in a safe. That guy's pretty rich, but according to the rules, it has to be handed over, right?” Vito said.

"Hahahaha! What are you thinking? We're not a gang, and our boss wouldn't even look at this little bit of money. Keep it for yourself; you can use it to buy yourself a couple of new outfits!" Brooke burst into laughter when he heard Vito say he was going to hand over the money.

Admittedly, those gangs do have such rules, but who is Josie? How could she possibly care about this amount of money? ...Although the amount does seem quite substantial, amounting to tens of thousands of dollars.

Well, Vito smiled somewhat awkwardly, it could only be said that his mindset was still stuck in his days as a petty thug and as a soldier.

When they were thugs, the bosses who made money usually took 50% or 60%, and some even took 70% or 80%.

Even when they were soldiers, if they had good loot, the officers had to choose first.

This was the first time he had encountered a boss like Josh who didn't require his subordinates to hand over their profits.

After a slight hesitation, he took out half of the money and handed it to Brooke.

"What do you mean?" Brooke asked, somewhat surprised.

“Thank you for your help. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to take revenge so easily!” Vito said.

Upon hearing this, Brooke smiled again.

What an interesting little guy.

This time he didn't refuse, but simply put the money into his pocket.

Josie doesn't forbid this kind of additional income after doing the work, so Brooke naturally has no reason to refuse, since no one would complain about not getting enough money.

While receiving the money, Brooke also developed a much better impression of his young colleague.

Most of the time, only those who know how to share can go further.

Chapter 61 Two Cards

Vito's revenge did not cause much of a stir in Chicago.

After all, all that died was the owner of a small dock and a few of his henchmen. Such people might be considered a tyrant at the bottom of society, but they weren't even legitimate gangsters. No one cared about their deaths.

With a little money thrown at it, the police file would only record a casual mention of a gang shootout.

This matter is over now.

Starting the next day, Vito officially became one of Josie's bodyguards.

The only thing that puzzled Vito was that being Josie's bodyguard required a pre-employment medical examination, and during the examination, he felt that a lot of blood was drawn from him...

However, when he learned that his monthly salary was as high as two hundred dollars, this doubt was immediately put to the back of his mind.

After all, when he was in the army, his monthly salary was only a little over 100 yuan (paratroopers receive an extra 50 yuan in subsidies compared to regular army soldiers), and now it has doubled. Moreover, as bodyguards, they don't have much to do, and they work in three shifts. Josh isn't one to cause trouble, so apart from maintaining a certain amount of daily military training, these bodyguards are actually quite comfortable.

Vito quickly adapted to his new life and grew to love his job.

Sure enough, he had only been working for less than a week when he received a notice telling him to get ready to go to Los Angeles and Hollywood with Josh.

This filled Vito with anticipation; after all, it was Hollywood, and which young American wouldn't yearn for it?

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“…Damn old man, how could you do that?” Looking at the girl’s information in his hand and the rather familiar face in the photo, Josie smirked and glared at Lyndon Schneider across the table.

Although the girl's name on the file was Angela Feli, Josie recognized her at a glance. Wasn't she the famous Hollywood star Marilyn Monroe from her original timeline?

However, after experiencing the Leiblis family maid named Sabrina who looked just like Audrey Hepburn, Josie's reaction this time wasn't as strong, especially since Marilyn Monroe wasn't Josie's type.

The reason she looked down on Lyndon Schneider so much was because the girl in the file was only 18 years old, and according to Lyndon Schneider, he had already taken her in as his mistress last year.

In other words, Angela was only 17 years old at that time...

And how old is Lyndon Schneider? This old man is over fifty, a whole generation older than Josie's dad.

It's definitely an old cow eating young grass.

"Hehe, actually, what I'm doing is nothing. This girl used to be with that old geezer, Emery, and she'd been with him for over two years. What's this compared to that?" Lyndon Schneider said with a lewd grin.

Josie fell silent upon hearing this. Good heavens, she had already been with Emery for two years... How old was this girl back then?

It turns out that this Angela is none other than the mistress that Elmer, the lawyer who committed suicide by shooting himself, was keeping on the side.

Lyndon Schneider had actually met Emmerich once when he was planning the jewelry heist with him, and he had never forgotten him.

After Emery died, Lyndon Schneider, after being released from the detention center, followed Josie and quickly made a fortune. So the old man went to great lengths to find Angela.

As it happens, Angela is the parasitic type, with no survival skills of her own. She used to be supported by Emery, and after Emery died, he didn't leave her much money.

When Lyndon Schneider found her, the young girl was already considering whether or not to work at a chicken farm.

So when Lyndon Schneider only slightly revealed his wealth, the young girl almost immediately latched onto him.

Damn it, this money-driven society is so evil! When I get old, I'll definitely keep a few mistresses too!

Josie thought viciously.

"Alright, I got it. You can bring her with you when the time comes!" Josie tossed the documents back to the old man.

The old man brought this girl's information to Josh because he wanted to find something for his mistress to do with the two film companies Josh was about to join.

However, his behavior did serve as a reminder to Josie.

Without a doubt, as long as I give this girl named Angela a little makeover, she might not become a global sensation like Marilyn Monroe in my previous life, but she should at least become a little famous.

Marilyn Monroe's ability to reach such heights in her past life was largely due to the two men behind her named Kennedy... Of course, her death was also inseparable from these two men.

This may be a case of "what Xiao He brought about, Xiao He also brought about its downfall."

Although Josie seems to have gained some influence in the United States now, she still can't compare to those two brothers.

Their father, John F. Kennedy Sr., was a top figure in the Boston financial group, a super-rich man, and served as a high-ranking official in the Roosevelt administration, wielding immense prestige in both business and political circles.

The three brothers, despite their young age, all became high-ranking officers in the army.

That's right, there are still three brothers at this point, not two, because they have an older brother who is an Air Force pilot who will die in a plane crash this summer while on a mission.