Chapter: 5896
This submachine gun, dubbed the "Chicago typewriter," has become a spiritual legacy of the Zanuo Family, and it's said that until last year, it hung on the wall in the main hall of Zanuo Manor, until the new leader of the family decided to go clean and removed it from the wall.
However, taking down this gun does not mean that the Zanuo Family is giving up their illegal activities.
Instead, they will break off their illegal business dealings and give them to those seemingly unrelated mask gangs below, while secretly continuing to push these gangs to conquer New York and even the entire East Coast, thus increasing their sphere of influence and overall illegal income.
Meanwhile, the surface-level Zanuo Family, under the leadership of Antonio Zanuo, is working hard to whitewash their identity and climb up the social ladder.
Antonio Zanuo knows that the more high-society elites you have, the more you need a tool like the Black Hand Society.
However, they won't allow themselves to have any cooperation with the Black Hand Society on the surface level.
This means that for a Black Hand family to gain their approval, the first thing is to whitewash their identity.
To put it bluntly, nowadays, high-society elites don't need something hidden under the bed or seen only at night; they need something that can be proudly displayed in the bathroom, shining bright and clean, with no stench whatsoever.
The traditional Black Hand Society is like a dirty and smelly chamber pot, so Antonio Zanuo wants to lead the Zanuo Family to transform from a chamber pot to a toilet seat.
At this moment, Antonio Zanuo is commanding family members and close associates in his estate, setting up the estate with great fanfare.
Today, he's hosting a dignified guest at his own estate.
To receive this distinguished guest, all family members have put down their work early on and returned home to prepare. This time's invitation is crucial for the Zanuo Family's future development, as it could lead to cooperation that would take them to new heights.
The main hall of the Zanuo Estate has already set up a long dining table over 10 meters long, with flowers flown in from France and the finest crystal dinnerware, metal cutlery, and silverware.
At 47 years old, Antonio is watching the maids busily preparing everything with precision, his face filled with anticipation.
Right now, his seven or eight siblings, their children, and their spouses are all dressed up and ready, flocking forward to greet Antonio.
Antonio was fully playing the role of a patriarch, greeting each person with warmth and gentlemanly manner.
Almost all his direct relatives were lining up to greet him except for his 22-year-old daughter, whom Antonio couldn't help but ask Marco, "Where's Julia?"
Marco Zanolo hastened to say, "Brother, I didn't see Julia all evening."
"This child!" Antonio said unhappily. "She's always been obedient her whole life, how can she just ignore me this time? Doesn't she realize how perfect a life I've planned out for her?"
Marco Zanolo flattered him, saying, "Brother, Julia is still young and lacks social experience. Give her some more time, and not only will she understand your good intentions, but she'll even be grateful to you!"
"Ah!" Antonio nodded slightly, then straightened his suit, tie, and cufflinks, looking very proud and asked Marco, "How do I look? Do I have a 'Godfather' feel?"
"Yes, of course!" Marco praised. "Brother, the whole United States, indeed the entire Europe, has no one who is more like Marlon Brando than you!"
Antonio nodded slightly, smiling faintly. "I, Antonio Zanolo, will definitely become the most successful godfather in Sicilian history!"
Just then, Antonio's youngest brother Francesco ran over and said respectfully, "Brother, the guest plane has landed at Kennedy Airport! It's expected to arrive at the estate within 45 minutes."
"That's great!" Antonio, who was getting more and more excited inside, shouted loudly, "Can't we add another layer? That depends on what tonight is going to be like!" JrNovels.com