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Vince said proudly,

"Mr. McGrady, listen to me, I naturally don't have the guts to deceive the General. It was all Donnie who made me do it. He told me that if I didn't do this, he would expose everything about me. I had no choice."

"But rest assured, I haven't touched a cent of the General's money. When I see the General, I will hand it all over to him!"

Ponzi directed the line of fire at Donnie.

Sure enough, upon hearing the name Donnie Block, Vince, who was already bruised and swollen, now looked even uglier, naturally looking even less human.

After being beaten up by Charlie Luciano, Vince knew that it was Donnie who had given away his location.

"It's that bastard again. I won't let him off, rest assured. After I get all your property, both Donnie Block and Nucky will completely disappear from Atlantic City!"

"I have always believed in the strength of the General and you, Mr. McGrady!" Ponzi first flattered, then asked cautiously, "What about me?"

"Haha!" Vince laughed out loud and said, "That will depend on your performance!"

Bang!

At that moment, the truck suddenly stopped.

Vince, who was sitting in the back of the truck, was jolted by the abrupt stop, almost falling over.

"Rooney, how are you driving!" Vince, who hadn't adjusted himself yet, started cursing at this time.

But the driver Rooney didn't answer his question. What answered him was a series of gunshots.

By the time Vince realized it, his chest had already been pierced by bullets, his blood soaking through his clothes, turning into a puddle in an instant.

Vince lay in the truck, dying without ever knowing what had happened.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

Having guessed that the General would surely make a move on Ponzi, Donnie naturally had his own plan.

Ponzi couldn't die at the hands of Van Olden, but he could die by someone else's hand. .net

Everyone at the Atlantic City station just saw that Ponzi was abducted, so what happened to him next was already irrelevant to Van Olden.

Donnie also believed that a reward of fifty thousand US dollars would be enough for Van Olden to happily face William Allen's wrath.

Bruce Currie, Robert Lillard, Westglenn, and Randy Powers, four kings of soldiers coming down from the battlefield, attacked Vince and others by surprise. If problems still arose under such circumstances, they couldn't have survived on the battlefield either.

When one round of shooting ended, Bruce, holding a rifle, jumped directly onto the truck. To his surprise, Vince and the others were already dead as doornails.

Yet, Ponzi still had a breath in him.

When Ponzi lying in the truck saw Bruce, a bleak smile appeared on his face: "Donnie, what a good move!"

Bang!

Bruce shot Ponzi directly in the head, "Talk too much!"

Robert and the others were also finishing off the others with extra shots at that time.

"Vince actually took Ponzi out of the city; that does save us a lot of trouble!" Robert, looking at the corpses in the car, said indifferently.

Bruce laughed, "Didn't Donnie say it? Ponzi is too important. Even the General couldn't possibly hide him in the city."

"Let's take care of these guys quickly!"

Robert started calling over Westglenn and Randy Powers to pick up stones from the roadside, then tied them to these people. Finally, Robert came to the driver's seat of the truck, fixed the accelerator with an iron rod, and then drove the truck directly into the Atlantic Ocean.

With a booming splash,

The entire truck and all the people on it sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

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Donnie sat in the hall of The Fuli Tavern; it was the morning, and The Fuli Tavern had no patrons yet, but at this time, Donnie looked somewhat embarrassed.

In front of him slumped a man with barely any breath left, stubbornly and crazily stuffing himself with food—it was Charlie Luciano!

Things had been happening so frequently of late that Donnie had forgotten the existence of someone like Charlie Luciano.

In recent days, Nate only dared to give Luciano a bit of drink to sustain his life.

He hadn't dared to give any food!

What if Donnie really intended to starve the man to death?

"Nate, really, you too, with such a big event, how could you not remind me, look at how hungry you've made Mr. Luciano!"

Nate: "..."

I indeed wanted to tell you, but you'd have to give me a chance!

Though internally criticizing, Nate dared not express it out loud.

Donnie looked at Charlie and said, "Charlie, by now you should know, David Jabbar has left Atlantic City, and his Fuli Tavern has been sold to me. And the deal between him and you… the one about assassinating me, that should be void now, right?"

Charlie Luciano stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth, then, with his cheeks bulging, said to Donnie, "Previously, it was David Jabbar's business with you, and now it's between you and me!"

Donnie's eyebrows arched. He had kept Charlie Luciano alive until now because Luciano was backed by Meyer, who controlled the entire bootlegging business in New York City.

If Donnie's bootlegging was to enter New York, then it had to go through Meyer.