My American magical life
Chapter 629 - 629 107 Against the Wind

629: Chapter 107: Against the Wind?

You all forced my hand!

629: Chapter 107: Against the Wind?

You all forced my hand!

Pepe was a somewhat well-known thug on the streets of Saint Rodu, and since he had a big reputation, everyone respectfully called him “Big Pepe.”

As a person of Mexican heritage, he didn’t really mix with street gangs; he maintained his livelihood by moving merchandise.

Of course, that alone wouldn’t suffice, so he also moonlighted as a middleman to make some extra cash, such as finding people to beef up the numbers for various gangs.

In America, the number of gang fires at the bottom of society was actually not high, as the rate of gun ownership was too high; any gang with a bit of brain capacity wouldn’t easily get involved in intense conflicts.

Most of the time, if they had disputes, they would call a bunch of brothers to face off, and that would be about it.

Show of force, compromise, and then go their separate ways, until the next collision of interests.

Everyone was from the bottom; why should the bottom make it difficult for the bottom—no one wanted to be riddled with bullet holes.

After taking the paper bag handed to him by a McDonald’s employee, Pepe drove with one hand while pulling a piece of fried chicken from the bag with the other, eating as he went on to visit his grandmother.

Pepe’s grandmother’s pancreas wasn’t in good health, but due to the high cost of surgery, it had been put off for a few months.

A while ago, he had pulled off a big job and had recently received the final payment.

The very first thing Pepe did when he got the money wasn’t to splurge but to arrange for his grandmother to be admitted to a hospital.

He was a typical Mexican, emphasizing family, very rule-abiding, and tight-lipped.

Therefore, when he saw a group of people already waiting for him at his grandmother’s house, Pepe was even somewhat calm.

“Hey, business should be conducted in a businesslike manner, no matter who you are behind, I’m not one to be messed with, and you wouldn’t want someone showing up at your family’s doorstep with guns, right?”

Pepe didn’t see his grandmother; he chose to finish the last bite of his burger, then sat down on the living room sofa with composure to negotiate with the people opposite him.

“Federal Bureau of Investigation, Mr.

Pedro Scadir, we have reason to suspect you were involved in the beheading case out front of ABC not long ago, please come with us.”

Steven had missed the chance to take over the investigation, and the soccer case in front of the ABC had already been closed—declared by Chief Glu of the LAPD himself.

Their current investigation was irregular, which is why they quietly waited for Pepe at his grandmother’s house, hoping not to attract the attention of Glu’s dogs.

To avoid detection, these federal agents from Missouri didn’t even wear uniforms, which is why Pepe failed to recognize them.

“Forbes?

You guys are Forbes, and I might as well be your father.

I must say, your mother tasted really good!”

The passionate Pepe, ready to start the show, received a round of severe beating in return.

“Slap!

Slap!

Slap!” After a round of hits, Pepe’s eyes immediately became clear.

“Talk, who hired you to find the hitman?”

Steven’s subordinates were clear that today’s action was irregular, but they had no choice; transferred from Missouri to California, they had come with a mission.

“Damn, you dogs, how could I possibly tell you, hahaha, keep hitting, kill me!”

Pepe, covered in blood, was tough—otherwise, he wouldn’t have caught Eli’s eye.

“Listen, Pedro, the person you guys killed was from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, do you think your life is enough to pay for it?

I suggest you cooperate a bit more, or watch your family die before your very eyes…”

“You bastard, America still has laws, threatening criminals with their family, are you guys a gang or what?”

Steven’s subordinates looked at each other, uncertain; they were certainly not a gang, but with Steven under great pressure, they, being Steven’s closest aides, had no choice but to act this way.

An older agent walked up to Pepe, who was lying on the ground, and said,

“Just give me one name, you only need to tell me one name.”

Big Pepe sensed something was off, realizing that these people were not what they seemed.

“I want to see my lawyer!”

“Slap!

I’m not negotiating with you, Mr.

Pedro.”

—————–

Eris’s car was parked next to an unassuming restaurant; he walked into the restaurant, accompanied by bodyguards, looking somewhat anxious.

He had been summoned here by someone who had given him a reason he couldn’t refuse.

Uncontrollable factors had arisen, and Eris didn’t even dare to notify CEO Cheng, Mi’er, or Glu.

The secret of isolating risk lay in following the rules, and Eris was good at following rules; he knew that taking the fall himself was the best solution.

He hated Jax, hated Glu, hated Cheng Daqi, but at this moment, he had to protect these people who had screwed him over.

If they all were dragged down, who could save him then?

Loyalty!

“Mr.

Eli, Federal Bureau of Investigation, Steven, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Steven stood up and shook hands with Eris, surprisingly friendly in his demeanor.

Eris was not some small-time thug like Big Pepe; he had businesses, gangs, subordinates, and connections, with a boss who was none other than Wolf Dracula.

With the many years of experience Steven had in America’s underworld, he still couldn’t quite figure out what kind of player Elliot was.

So, in the face of Eris, Steven offered his best smile.

Pepe’s crime was almost settled; Mr.

Eris’s crime could be figured out slowly.

Steven dared not act rashly with someone of Eris’s caliber.

“What do you mean by sending me those nonsensical messages?”

Eris didn’t sit down, didn’t even reach out for a handshake with Steven; he just stood there, staring at Steven.

“Nonsensical?

Hah, Mr.

Eris, we’ve checked your bank accounts; huge sums of money of unclear origin, aren’t these nonsensical, these are good things, very good things, so I wanted to have a chat with you.”

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