MM Racing Chapter 309: Patton wanted to sit down and talk, but it was too late.
Chapter 309: Patton wanted to sit down and talk, but it was too late.
Even on the street, anyone from Patton's side who was recognized would be shot dead on the spot.
The entire city of Las Vegas was on edge, with gunfire echoing everywhere.
Caught completely off guard, Danos was shot dead one by one, his bodies lying in the street.
Some people are recognized as soon as they step out, a bullet flies by, and they fall asleep immediately.
Some people have just come out of the bathhouse and feel refreshed!
Then another bullet flew over, and he fell down.
Everyone on Patton's side, whether they were big shots, small fry, or even just thugs.
If you go out, you'll almost always end up dead on the street within 200 meters.
Nobody knows what happened.
The people in Barton's area were unaware of this; they continued their normal lives and went out as usual.
More and more corpses are lying on the streets.
Those snakes finally took to the streets.
However, they went out into the streets not to arrest people, but to collect corpses.
There was nothing they could do, because even they didn't know why this had happened.
They couldn't even begin to investigate.
Panic gripped Las Vegas instantly; no one dared to go out on the streets.
No one can guarantee they have no enemies, let alone guarantee they won't get ambushed when they go out.
The person who started this whole thing is currently following Caesar from bank to bank.
Tell them to send the money over tomorrow.
Yes, it's a notification.
In this day and age, American banks are like grandsons.
Old Mo said he was very dissatisfied with their service and that he would withdraw all his money to see which bank's service satisfied him before depositing it all back into that bank.
So these banks were incredibly eager to help! They all agreed and delivered the money to the designated place within two days.
There's no other way. If we could win over this big client and get them to deposit all their money in their bank, that would be fantastic.
In this day and age, this matter is actually not difficult to handle.
If a customer wants to withdraw money, you absolutely have to agree; no excuse will work.
What? You're saying you can't come up with the money? Who would dare say that?
If any bank dared to say that, tomorrow, long lines of people would be waiting outside the bank to withdraw their money.
Old Mo wasn't an unreasonable person; he gave them three days to raise the money.
Because he hadn't rented a warehouse yet.
Do you know how heavy four billion US dollars is? If it's a hundred-dollar bill, one hundred million US dollars is one ton, so four billion is forty tons.
That very evening, Old Mo took out 100 million yuan and placed it in a large private room at the Caesars Hotel.
Caesar summoned the hotel's finance department to specifically help distribute the money.
Old Mo will pay as long as Larmi confirms it.
Old Mo was betting that Larmi wouldn't cheat him, and even if he did, it wouldn't matter. As long as the matter was handled well, it wouldn't cost him much money; he wasn't short of cash anyway.
Those who received the money became even more reckless.
They're literally killing Patton's men all over the city!
That night, the entire city of Las Vegas came to a standstill.
Yes, nobody dares to go out, and nobody dares to come to the casino.
These people all posed as assassins, and as soon as they saw that it was one of Patton's men, they immediately drew their guns and shot them dead.
The main problem is that nobody knows why these people killed people. Who would dare go out like this?
The area around the Hilton Hotel is swarming with Larmi's men. They won't let any of Barton's men into the hotel.
"Fuck, fuck, what's going on? Can anyone tell me what's happening?"
Barton climbed the twenty-two flights of stairs and finally arrived downstairs, whereupon he unleashed a furious rage at Danos.
"Is that even a question? It must be Caesar's doing. Now we're in trouble. Without the phone, we can't even find reinforcements." Danos said helplessly.
"Fuck. Look at this bastard, how dare he? He actually dares to start a war with me?"
Barton exclaimed incredulously.
There's no way around it; Barton has always been the top figure in Las Vegas.
After all, he owns two large pig farms all by himself. Who can compare to him?
Maybe he hasn't quite adjusted to his new identity yet! He still thinks he's the top dog in Las Vegas!
"Boss, let's not talk about that anymore. What do we do now? It's dark now, and we don't even know how many people are hiding outside."
None of the messengers I sent out have returned. We know nothing about what's happening outside. This war is unwinnable!
Patton was furious on the spot.
"Everyone, equip your rifles and submachine guns, and get out there! Anyone who dares to mess with Patton will regret it!"
Danos quickly grabbed him and said, "Boss, calm down. I only have a few dozen men left here."
You think you can fight this war with other staff? That's impossible. They'll just be sent to their deaths.
"What? There are only a few dozen people left? What do we do?"
Barton screamed in terror.
Danos said through gritted teeth, "The only way now is to negotiate with them."
I had someone use a loudspeaker to shout at them, to see if they were willing to negotiate with us.
Now they've cut off our electricity and water too. We can't hold out much longer.
Patton gritted his teeth in anger: "Fine, fine, let's get through this first. Once I'm done, Caesar, I'll take your life."
"Barton said viciously."
Meanwhile, outside, Old Mo had already arrived at the scene. A mortar had been set up.
Tonight, he's going to show Patton what the consequences are of messing with Old Murdoch.
Just then, a large loudspeaker appeared to protrude from a window on the second floor.
A man holding a megaphone started shouting loudly.
"Listen up, everyone outside! Our boss said we can talk things out; there's no need to make a scene. Let's sit down and discuss this properly. Everything can be resolved..."
Upon hearing this voice, Lao Mo smiled.
In the darkness, he pulled out a rifle, used his divine sense to lock onto the guy who was shouting, and decisively pulled the trigger.
A gunshot rang out, and the guy who had been yelling just moments before fell silent instantly.
"Fuck, how dare they?"
Patton was stunned.
I've already compromised, I'm even going to negotiate with them, what more do they want?
Patton was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
He picked up the megaphone, not daring to show his face, and shouted loudly.
"Caesar, I knew it was you. Are you really going to fight me to the death? I concede this round. Can we sit down and talk things over?"
Old Mo laughed and brought over a large megaphone.
"Patton, are you admitting defeat now? Too late. You wouldn't talk when I wanted to sit down and talk, but now you want to? Don't you find that ridiculous?"
"Who are you? You're that yellow-skinned pig, Fuck, so it's you, you bastard. Chen, let me tell you, messing with me, Barton, in Las Vegas, you don't want to leave here alive, do you?"