Ernie answered DeWitt's question with his fist. He shouted loudly, and some sparks suddenly flew out from the elbow of his right arm. This punch was like a missile, propelled by a reaction force, and rushed towards DeWitt's face.
But his arm exploded just like the gun he held in his hand. Blood spurted out of Ernie's mouth. He was knocked to the ground by the force of the explosion and could never stand up again.
One-third of his torso and the entire right arm were blown away, exposing semi-mechanically modified internal organs. The circuits under the protective armor were emitting thick smoke and sizzling.
DeWitt said: "This is so cool. The specially-made ultrasonic vibrating force field armor, as well as the complex physiological machinery inside, can still sustain life even if it encounters such a degree of explosive damage."
O'Neill said: "It is impossible for a malfunction to occur during an attack... Could it be that you can control metal?"
DeWitt replied; "No, if I have the ability to control a certain material, and it is something like metal, even if I am sitting in a wheelchair, I can be regarded as a person with advanced abilities. My ability is to make distance between myself and myself The kinetic energy generated by those non-living things that are very close runs in the opposite direction. Simply put, the bullet will not "shoot" out, and all the pressure generated by the "shooting" and "powder" will explode in the barrel; and your Arm, the punch just now was based on the same principle as when you knocked down the door upstairs. Bend the arm and let the pressure propulsion device of the elbow explode in a short distance. But if this force returns to act on The inside of your robotic arm will cause the current result." DeWitt said and took out the gun on his body: "That's why it's impossible for a modified person to defeat me. In addition, I don't think it's light. You can win with your ** ability." After saying that, he pulled the trigger. DeWitt's gun worked normally. The bullet penetrated Ernie's forehead, his head was blown open, and blood spurted out. When he came out, the circuit part in his brain was still ignited, and the flames quickly spread to his entire body.
DeWitt raised the barrel of his gun and pretended to blow smoke: "It's a pity that the shock field becomes ineffective after being seriously injured."
At this time, the sound of sirens one after another had almost surrounded the entire area around the hotel, but DeWitt still walked up to the second floor calmly and found the room without a door.
Samuel Genovese and his brother Frank Genovese still stayed in the room smoking cigars in style. Although they did not go out to watch the game, when DeWitt appeared in front of them, they understood that Ernie It's over. No one in the family could match the gypsy's loyalty and strength, but he was killed in just five minutes after he walked out of the room.
DeWitt said directly: "Gentlemen, I know that even if I want you to live, it is just a humiliation for you, so please don't move." He raised his gun: "As a failure Or, it can be said to be the only pleasure to have a corpse with a relatively decent appearance at the funeral, or in other words, it is the last dignity and gift I left to you two."
"Police, put down the gun, kid." Arthur's pistol was pressed against the back of DeWitt's neck.
DeWitt showed a slightly surprised look: "Oh? Come so fast?"
Arthur said: "Hmph... The siren is still far away, so do you think there is still time?" He reached out and took off the weapon in DeWitt's hand: "Sorry, my men and I came here on foot, and the police car is still parked. It's two streets away. Please come with us for a while." He turned around and said, "Hand him up." Then he turned around again and looked at the two bosses of the Genovese family: "Hold them Cuff them both too."
The police filed in and gave each of DeWitt and the two Genovese a pair of silver bracelets, the kind that were connected in one piece.
DeWitt said viciously: "Did that bastard Sonny run away with his people... Humph... He was tricked."
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Two days later, one piece of news that shocked the whole city broke out one after another.
The Genovese brothers cooperated with the police, and all organizations or individuals in the city that were related to the mafia were in danger for a while. Because with the level and testimony of these two people, thousands of people can be sent to prison, including many important figures in business and politics.
Officer Arthur has risen through the ranks. He is very likely to become one of the top figures in the Chicago police before his retirement, not just a detective fighting on the front line. When he was deeply in trouble, Frank discovered that this **** policeman was actually far smarter than himself. Arthur, who had always been cautious, had no clue at all. At this point, he could still brazenly say that he was an anti-undercover agent.
Arthur proposed a deal on behalf of the government. The Genovese brothers could use their testimony and all their family property in exchange for a witness protection plan. Yes, this is what they can get in the end and live a normal life. Live forever in anonymity.
But in the face of reality, the Mafia tycoons who once dominated Chicago have to lower their noble heads, because if they reject this deal, they may face dozens of charges and the end of being jailed.
In the previous vendetta against the Lucchese family, they had already lost the family's adviser (legal adviser, second only to the boss in the Mafia family, responsible for the important task of legalizing all businesses) and strongmen like Ernie. Regardless of legal means or prison escape, it will be difficult for them to escape. After the two of them are sentenced to 180 years in prison, the empire can still legally confiscate all their properties.
But now, at least the two brothers can still rely on the power of the police to deal a fatal blow to the old fox Lucchese. Seeing that there was no hope of revenge, they tried their best to reveal all the criminal evidence and intelligence they had about the Lucchese family, all the illegal sales networks, etc. They almost went crazy and worked around the clock to confess. Several judges and experts invited by the police worked overtime to record every word they provided in detail.
All this is like a storm, changing the pattern of the entire city. Chicago has fallen into a state of chaos more chaotic than the vendetta between the two mafia families. The Lucchese family did not stop killing the Genovese family, and they themselves suffered retaliation from the other party and severe blows from the police.
It had only been a week, and members of the Genovese family had either been killed, escaped, or simply joined other mafia organizations. After all, their leaders had already cooperated with the empire, and there was no point in continuing.
The Lucchese family suffered heavy losses. Almost all underground businesses collapsed. Countless senior members were imprisoned. Sonny and Gava were no exception. Even Joseph Lucchese himself was invited in by the police. After drinking tea and chatting, he finally paid hundreds of thousands of bail before being released. It can be said that he could not protect himself. His mansion is now surrounded by police, which is almost like house arrest, but that's okay. With so many policemen on guard, there was no need to worry about retaliation from the remaining die-hard members of the Genovese family. This situation is expected to continue until his case is heard in court at the end of March.
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March 23rd.
In the darkness, someone opened the door of Joseph Lucchese's bedroom and walked in.
Joseph woke up instantly. He had not been able to sleep for a day or two. He took out the pistol beside his pillow and pointed it at the figure in the dark. He still showed the majesty that a godfather should have: "Who are you? "
"Of course he is your staff officer." DeWitt said, turning on the light in the room, and the huge room became brighter, revealing DeWitt's appearance. He was in a very embarrassed state at the moment, wearing tattered clothes, with a gray face and an unkempt appearance. .
"You're not..." Joseph was surprised.
DeWitt interrupted: "Aren't you still in jail? Hahaha... Fortunately, it's just a prison for ordinary people. You can always get out if you think of a way." He walked to the edge of the mini bar and took the drink. There was an open bottle of red wine in the cabinet, and I drank a few sips without using a glass: "Please forgive me for coming to see you with such a bad character. I just escaped and I had to find some disguise on the way. Well... I'm sorry, I'm really a little thirsty. ”
Joseph didn't show any good looks to DeWitt. He said with a serious face: "Counsellor, you have to take full responsibility for the matter to come to this point! It's all nonsense that the Genovese family is not a problem at all! Look at it! The result now! All your plans are ruined!"
"No, I still have a way. I will come out this time..." DeWitt explained.
But Joseph failed to listen to what he said. The godfather of the Lucchese family, suddenly, his head fell to the ground without warning. The wound was as smooth as a mirror, and it took a few seconds for the blood to splash out.
DeWitt's eyes widened as he looked at the scene in front of him. He, who was always conceited and calm, couldn't even speak clearly: "What..."
"You made too many mistakes. I can only declare that the test failed completely." Mike's voice sounded. He came in from outside the door, walked slowly past DeWitt, rummaged in the small refrigerator behind the bar for a long time, and took out He picked up a bottle of tomato juice, poured himself half a glass from a goblet, and then said to the stunned DeWitt: "First of all, you misunderstood the meaning of 'consultant' in all aspects.
Generally speaking, this is a position, but what you are doing is not what a consultant should do, is it? Hmm... Let’s talk about this later;
And 'advisor' can also be a nickname or an honorific. Most people think so too. You should have thought so before you pretended to be me, but you are all wrong.
'Consultant' is my name, my surname is Gu, it is a Chinese name, nothing more."
The consultant drank all the tomato juice in the glass and took a long breath: "You are a bad imitator, but before you die, I can teach you one last lesson. How do you call this kind of thing?" Oh... by the way, intangible assets."