Christian Togel is just forty years old this year, but he has been the leader of the Hammer Gang for five years. Five years ago, in front of the old gang leader, he killed seven Russians and cut their throats one by one and bled them.
, he completed his revenge for the young son of the old gang leader. Only then was he recognized by the old gang leader and became the next gang leader.
Tozhel is cruel and bloody. From the day he joined the Hammer Gang, he has been doing dirty work, cleaning up the traitors in the gang, assassinating Turkish bastards, and fighting with the Russians.
When he came over, there were countless bones and flesh and blood underneath his position as gang leader.
Torel thinks that he is a man and that he is very powerful, at least more powerful than the deputy gang leader and the chief planner. One of these two people is gloomy and taciturn and only knows how to engage in conspiracy, and the other has fallen into the eyes of money. He only has money in his eyes.
Not manly enough or strong enough.
According to Torel, he absolutely doesn't like such a weak person to stay around and hold a high position. But this is the intention of the old gang leader. Even if the old gang leader finally passes the position of gang leader to him, he is still not at ease.
, in his words:
"Kerry, fighting and killing is necessary, but running the Hammer Gang well is not just about fighting and killing. You have to use your mind more, and your mind can make you stronger!"
It's just that Torel doesn't feel that he has no brains. He just feels that using hands is more direct and more efficient than using brains. Only by using iron-blooded means can we intimidate the enemy, make them fearful, and maintain the status of the Hammer Gang.
As for the mind, thinking too much is always too slow, procrastinating, and meaningless.
"What do the British say?" Torel asked casually while picking his nails with a dagger.
"The British promised to pay us another thousand pounds as long as we send the next group of people safely into Moldavia."
Torel glanced at the chief accountant Gabriel and said unhappily: "Why only one thousand pounds? That's not enough. Tell them I want two thousand!"
Gabriel, the accountant, replied with a wry smile: "I'm afraid it's difficult. The British are not as generous and generous as you think. Instead, they are a little preoccupied!"
Torel stabbed the dagger heavily on the table and said angrily: "I don't care! I want two thousand pounds. I want to see two thousand pounds in front of me, even if it's a penny less!"
Gabriel was puzzled: "Gang leader, this is impossible. Even the British are not satisfied with the price of one thousand pounds..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was mercilessly interrupted by Torel. He waved his hand and said domineeringly: "I don't care! This is your job! As the accountant, your task is to sell our services at a good price.
.and the current price is far from good enough!”
Gabriel, who has a round oval face, showed a troubled expression. As the chief planner in charge of financial power, he seems to have a lot of money in his hands, but in fact he has to rack his brains for every penny of income:
The Turks were greedy and he needed to take care of them; the Russians were cruel and vicious, and he needed to spend money to buy weapons for his brothers; and the Serbs, Bulgarians and Greeks were all competitors of the Hammer Gang.
, when he sees an opportunity, he will tear off a piece of meat from his gang, and he has to spend money to cultivate it.
It would be fine if Torel just spent money lavishly, and criticized him from time to time for not making money fast enough or enough. Damn, you think money is so easy to make? Do you think the three melons and two dates that Torel got from robbing houses and extorting are enough?
What are you doing? The medical expenses and pension are not enough for your subordinate who only knows how to kill, wield swords and guns.
This doesn't mean he is smuggling private jobs and contacting foreign friends to solicit sponsorship, so he can keep the Hammer Gang prosperous, okay?
Gabriel didn't like Togel, or he despised this brutal and brutal boss. When the old gang leader passed the position to Torel, he strongly opposed it because this idiot didn't understand business at all, he only knew how to act like a gangster.
He fights and kills people like a gangster, only to scare the common people who fear him like a tiger.
What can such a structure do? Do the Hammers just stay in the handicraft area and be gangsters and hooligans all their lives?
Gabriel had gone to school and read books, and knew that as a gangster, he would always live in the quagmire and never get ahead. But he wanted to get ahead, live in a mansion, eat big meals like a noble man, and have no access to anything.
Luxurious cars, no white men coming and going, he wants to be a master. Instead of being a gangster in the handicraft area forever!
Gabriel touched his smooth and shiny hair that had been waxed. These precious hairs had become thinner over the past five years. The reason was naturally due to hard work, especially hard work. He very much suspected that he would go bald before he could enter the upper class.
Well, you must know that he is only forty-one years old, which is the best age for a man.
And these unnecessary efforts are all caused by this bastard Tozhel. Let him not provoke the Turks and Russians, but he will go anyway, and then he will always leave a mess behind that needs him to wipe his ass and make money.
.All that money was earned with great difficulty, and it was just thrown into the water so meaninglessly, without even a sound!
Gabriel's heart aches when he thinks of this, and he can't even sleep because of the pain! Do you think this can prevent hair loss?
So Gabriel's anger also came. After being taught a few words by Torel, he said directly:
"Since that's what the gang leader wants, I'll just do it. But the British will definitely not agree. After all, the Greeks can help them do the same thing, and the price is cheaper... I guess we won't be able to earn the thousand pounds."
, and it will also offend the British, and I’m afraid it will be very ugly then!”
Torel suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared fiercely at the fat man on his left. This fat guy in a suit looked so awkward. He thought he was superior after two days of studying, but he behaved like a dog. It was really
Don’t you know how embarrassed you were when you were a kid and couldn’t even eat dirt when you were naked?
Torel didn't like Gabriel. He felt that this fat man who had forgotten his roots was too greedy. He always tampered with the accounts and used tricks behind his back to make shady money. All that money was made by him and his brothers in the gang.
You came back after fighting hard, otherwise you can smuggle in peace of mind and open a shop in peace of mind?
But you bastard obviously has such a prosperous life, but you still want to punish the brothers in the gang, especially those brothers who have shed blood and sweat for the gang, and you are so worried about the small medical expenses and alimony.
A little bit of human touch.
This kind of black-hearted bastard is not worthy of staying in the gang, let alone becoming a veteran. It is best to hack him to death and throw him out to feed the dogs! This is the fate that a despicable villain should have!
Torel slammed the table and said angrily: "What did you say? Is this a blatant threat to me!"