While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

But for the two brothers, running away with the bucket was something they were truly unwilling to do.

How can we just give up the business we've built up over a decade?

The Kovic brothers began to discuss ways out.

Do they outwardly comply but inwardly defy them, just to finish the last order?

The gangs in other districts aren't stupid; they all know about Tom's "ban on noodles."

As long as the Kovic family continues to do business, how could word not leak out?

Putting aside other gangs, the Bald Gang would definitely actively inform Tom;

Find other gangs to take out loan sharking?

Who would lend it?

Given the size of the Kovic family, how would they collect the debt if they borrowed money and didn't repay it?

Furthermore, Tom hopes for "peace and harmony" within his constituency, and violent debt collection goes against Tom's wishes.

Lending money out is easy; getting it back is hard.

No one would lend money to the Kovic brothers if they weren't confident they could get it.

To be honest with Tom, hoping he can help resolve the threat posed by the Turkish gang?

That's even less likely. In the eyes of the two brothers, what Tom wants is stability in the constituency, and it doesn't matter who is in charge.

Tom could simply change the leader; why go against the Turks?

As the two talked, they realized that only one option remained: to pick up the bucket and run away.

Nemania let out a long sigh, as if all his spirit had been drained, and curled up on the car seat like a shrimp whose vein had been removed.

Nemanja said:

"Sigh~"

"Little brother, although most of our savings are gone, it won't be difficult for us to scrape together some travel expenses."

Whether trying to comfort Nikola or himself, Nemania continued:

"More than a decade ago, my brother and I fled from Serbia to America;"

"Through the hard work of you and me, brothers, we have built this family business."

"The current situation is entirely our fault for being too hasty."

"Don't be discouraged. It's just a change of scenery, a fresh start."

"As long as people are alive, anything is possible."

Seeing his brother's dejected state, Nikolai thought and thought, and then evil thoughts arose in his mind.

We're a gang, isn't buying and selling noodles a matter of course?

Tom, what right do you have to meddle in other people's business!

As long as you, Tom, are dead, our Kovic family can continue our noodle business.

Despite a multitude of thoughts swirling in his mind, Nikolai, as always, offered words of comfort:

"Brother, let's not rush to run away."

"The Turks won't arrive until the night after tomorrow, so we still have one day."

Nemania thought her brother was just trying to comfort her and didn't notice anything unusual about Nikolai.

Nikola's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he roared inwardly:

the day after tomorrow!

If we kill Tom before the day after tomorrow, everything can get back on track.

Nicola took Nemania home, then left Nemania's home under the pretext of raising funds.

Back at his home, Nikolai began preparing for the assassination.

First, the number of people should be limited to minimize the risk of exposure.

Follow Tom's movements, and when he is alone, kill him.

If the plan goes smoothly and things don't get exposed, he can even return to the Kovic family openly and legitimately.

Even without Nicholas's persuasion, the older brother would continue his noodle business after Tom died.

Even if something unexpected happens and they fail to kill Tom, they can simply run away as planned.

The worst outcome would be that he would be killed by Tom.

But the thought of this possibility made Nikolai laugh, and he muttered to himself:

"So what if the Grim Reaper wipes out the Razor Gang?"

"I, Nikola Kovich, am the number one gunman in the Balkans!"

"My gun isn't necessarily inaccurate!"

Nikolai opened the safe and looked at the guns inside.

One Thompson submachine gun, two spare magazines;

One Colt M1911 pistol, with three spare magazines;

Finally, Nikolai fixed his gaze on the depths of the safe.

An M1917 Navy revolver lay there quietly.

It has a name – "Nico".

Niko lifted Nico up and assumed a firing stance.

It felt like stepping back into that afternoon when I first arrived in New York more than a decade ago;

This gun is the one Nikolai used when he killed someone for the first time.

I have fought alongside Nikolai countless times, witnessing his growth step by step.

Nikola has killed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, people with Nico.

The assassination of Tom was likely the last time Nikolai would handle a gun.

Nikolai is going to bring his first gun, his Nico!

Nicola carefully wiped Nicole from the inside out, as if she were his own child.

With the three guns ready, Nikolai drove towards the Powerful Engineering Company.

At this moment, Tom was having a two-person meeting with Godfather Vito to discuss the details of the smuggling operation.

Tom wants to become a senator, so he not only needs to get rid of the noodle business, but he also can't deal with imperial merchants too much.

Communication with Bach also became a one-way connection between Tom Vito's godfather, Bach.

Vitor began to elaborate on Bach's words:

Bach's supplier proposed a smuggling plan:

Among smuggled goods, only the price of ordinary steel is reported, and the unit price is increased by 5%.

The German government will definitely approve the payment at this price.

The extra money will be used to smuggle other valuables, including but not limited to tungsten, chromium, and rubber...

It may be small at first, but after running around a few times and starting to snowball;

Bach's superiors were confident that they could quickly build an incredibly vast network of interests.

With Bach now online, hopefully Tom can get a large quantity of ordinary steel as soon as possible.

The more ordinary steel there is, the more start-up capital is available, and the faster the entire plan can be realized.

Tom thought for a moment, then nodded and said to Godfather Vito:

"The plan is good, but we'll have to wait a while."

"I need to figure out the steel distribution channels first before I can introduce them to you."

"At that time, you will extract a portion of the steel from each project for smuggling."

"Government projects pay more, so you can be bolder with the accounting."

"The amount of steel used can be reported as two to three times the actual amount used."

"Don't worry about the audit, I'll handle it."

Vito's pupils dilated; his original plan was to only falsify 20-30% of the accounts.

Good heavens, Tom is going to double or triple the amount in the reimbursement.

After agreeing on the smuggling plan, the two walked out of the office building together.

Vito, along with his son Nikon and several guards, headed back home.

Tom, on the other hand, drove home alone.

Today, Tom doesn't plan to go back to Denise's house; he wants to go home and visit his parents.

It's not that I'm afraid Slaanesh will be able to wreak havoc today just because he was restrained yesterday;

I, Tom Smith, will never be afraid of Slaanesh.

I just miss my bed at home and want to get a good night's sleep.

As Tom started his vehicle, a dozen meters behind him, an ordinary Ford V8 also started its engine.

It was Nikolai who turned the key.

The two cars, one after the other, drove into the chaotic Brooklyn neighborhood.