American Legendary Life

　　 It is a pity that the Big Demon King will always be the Big Demon King. The prince beheaded the Devil King and took the princess to live a sexually happy life from now on. This will only happen in fairy tales.

In 5 minutes, 41 people were all lying on the open ground, humming and waiting for the doctor's treatment. The little pride in the bottom of my heart had long been thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun.

　　 "Everyone, training will be doubled from tomorrow." Li Zitao went away with a black face, everyone bowed his head in shame, feeling he had lived up to the boss's expectations and cultivation.

　　Not knowing that this time Li Zitao is praising Wang Dagou, "The effect of training is good, but it is still a teenager's heart, too easy to be proud, and needs to be polished."

　　Li Zitao waited for a long time after he finished speaking, and did not hear Wang Dagou answering his words. He turned his head and found that he was looking at himself with strange eyes.

　　 "What's the matter?" Li Zitao looked up and down at himself, ‘Nothing strange! ’

　　 "When you talk, can you not be so old-fashioned, don't forget your age." Wang Dagou said helplessly.

　　 "..." Thinking of the number 17, Li Zitao smiled a little awkwardly.

　　 Perhaps it is because of the memory of the previous life, or the power of perversion, so that he will always ignore his age, and his character seems a bit mature.

　　 "I will go out tomorrow, and I will leave it to you at home." Home, this is the first time Li Zitao mentioned the word, but it contained a heavy weight.

　　 "Well, rest assured, you also pay attention to safety." Wang Dagou knew what he was going to do, and he wanted to persuade him to bring more people, but he also knew that he could not be persuaded at all.

　　Since Jack Chen was shot to death by him, the teenager in front of him became more and more strange and made him more and more incomprehensible.

　　 Fortunately, the two of them are still together and their lives are getting better and better.

　　Although this kind of life may be torn in the next second, at least in this second, they do not need to be scared of their lives and do not need to suffer from hunger or starvation.

　　 "Li, I'm leaving." The two of them were walking forward with their hearts in mind, and an abrupt figure stood in front of Li Zitao.

　　 "Why do I have to go again suddenly?" Li Zitao felt a bit sad when he looked at Bao Man.

He is accustomed to the existence of this woman, accustomed to her running around in front of herself every day, accustomed to her nagging, chattering, and accustomed to her being always speechless by her own silence, biting her teeth and watching fiercely. Look like yourself.

　　 "Always have to leave, isn't it?" Bao Man said with some loss.

　　 "Yeah, yes, always leave." Li Zitao took a deep breath and looked up at her with a smile: "Go, I will give you personally."

　　Li Zitao is not an idiot or a nerd. These days of getting along with him have made him understand the thoughts of this naive woman.

　　 But his first reaction was not triumph and joy, but he was very panic. The feeling of empty heart and peace of mind made Li Zitao choose silence.

　　Love? For him now, it is a luxury that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be possessed.

　　Don't look at him every day, there are quite a lot of flowers, but Li Zitao is not an abusive person, he just still wears the YY habit of cockroach.

　　When love really hit him on the head, and it was still a well-educated, goddess goddess like Baoman, his appearance and figure were the best goddesses, Li Zitao counseled.

　　 He was afraid that he would not be able to give Bergman a future, and even now he could not afford a promise, because after every night, he did not know if he could see the sun again.

　　 On the taxi to the airport, Bergman wanted to show his heart several times, but Li Zitao was always first to digress.

　　 So that when Bergman got off at the airport, his eyes were already red, and finally he looked at Li Zitao with a disgusted look, stomped and turned to leave.

　　In 1914, the United States owned numerous airlines, including Braniff, Pan American, Delta, United, Global, Northwest, Eastern Airlines, etc.

　　 At this time, the number of passengers is small, people don’t trust planes so much, they choose ferries and trains more, and aviation is more used to transport packages at this time.

　　 That's right, initially the biggest use of transport planes was to deliver soldiers, tanks, and vehicles on the battlefield, and was used for express delivery.

　　 Of course, this time should be called slow delivery, because its speed is really slow.

　　 In 1925, the famous Ford Motor Company acquired an aircraft manufacturing company. The civil aircraft produced was called Trimotor. This aircraft can carry 12 passengers. It completely opened the era of civil aviation and was the most important model of civil aviation in the early 1920s.

　　 It was at this time that it had accumulated strong aircraft manufacturing experience, so after World War II kicked off and the United States entered the war, Ford could decisively stop the production of civilian vehicles.

　　Fully invested in the war. In less than three years, it built thousands of bombers, nearly 60,000 aircraft engines, and 250,000 tanks, and began to make a fortune in war.

　　Looking at Baoman's figure disappeared in the airport, Li Zitao's eyes suddenly regained focus, knowing that this difference may be forever.

　　 At this moment, a hard object held against his waist, and a somber growl rang behind him: "Don't move, just follow me."

　　Li Zitao smiled lightly, letting the other person press his shoulders with his hand and pushing him into the car next to him. The man in the car raised the muzzle on his leg to signal him to get on the car.

　　 Sitting in the middle between two gunmen, Li Zitao already guessed who wanted to see him.

　　Besides the bold and majestic Italian Mafia, who dares to hijack him with a gun in front of the airport in broad daylight.

The car was parked in front of a bar. Li Zitao was snatched up on the second floor. The dark room flickered and the light bulb flickered. A figure sitting behind a large carved red wooden table looked a little hazy under the smoke. Only Mars with cigarette butts shines dazzlingly.

　　 "Mr. Paul Rica, have you been in a good mood recently?" Li Zitao did not recognize the opposite face, but this did not prevent him from guessing the identity of the other party.

　　For this meeting, he waited for 2 weeks with patience, but the other party was more anxious than he thought. He planned to dial the number in his pocket tomorrow.

　　 "Who are you?" Paul Rica was holding a cigar, his face hidden behind the smoke changing indefinitely, and Li Zitao's calmness made him a little unpredictable.

　　 "Paul, maybe we should talk alone." Li Zitao looked around, the meaning was obvious, but he did not want outsiders to be in the conversation.

　　 "Boy, close your mouth." The man standing next to him shouted a little, and raised his hand in two steps and wanted to give Li Zitao a gun butt.

　　 squatted, twisted his waist and turned around, lifted his foot upward and kicked it, the sole of his foot touched the other person's chin, and even the screaming was too late, the body flew backwards and hit the wall.

　　 Shaking his coat, Li Zitao didn't seem to see the muzzle around him, and looked at Paul Rica provocatively, as if to say ‘these people can’t stop me. ’

　　 Waving his hand holding a cigar, the room was quiet again, and Paul Rica came out from behind the table, "Who hired you, how much did he give you?"

　　 "No one hires me, I work for myself." Li Zitao smiled with his hand.

　　 "So... what do you want?" Paul Rica looked at him with a hazy look. The young man made him a little unpredictable, as if facing Capone.

　　No, Capone can only be considered moody, and the bright light in front of the young man in front of him let him know that the other party is not the kind of perverted killer.

　　 "I want you." When I heard this sentence, Paul Rica chrysanthemum tightened. Fortunately, Li Zitao continued: "And everything about Capone, I want the whole Chicago."

　　 knew that he was wrong, but Paul Rica was not relaxed, the other party wanted to become the new king of Chicago.

　　Hehe, is it his skill?

　　Paul Rica admits that he is very capable and moves like lightning, but he can quickly pass thousands of machine guns, and can quickly pass grenades and explosives?

　　 "Paul, Capone is becoming history, he has no chance to get out of prison, you need to make new choices." Li Zitao appropriately exposed some information.

　　Paul Rica was not surprised to hear these words. When Capone asked him to contact Johnny and Luciano, he knew that Capone was in trouble.

　　Otherwise, by virtue of his temperament, how could he seek help from others, even Dad Johnny and Luciano ~www.readwn.com~ Why should I not do it alone? Why do you think you can take over Chicago? "Paul Rika said dismissively in a frivolous tone.

　　Frank and McGuin are dead, Capone's brothers are in Cicero, they dare not come out.

　　Just kill Joe, the bodyguard that Capone's most trusted personal bodyguard, then he can take advantage of everything from the Capone Group, even if only part of it, it is better than being someone else's.

　　 "No, no, you made a mistake." Li Zitao came to the table with his hands on the table, "Chicago is mine, and I chose you."

　　 stretched out his hand and made a shooting action aimed at Paul Rica. The eerie murderous intention set him in place, and a drop of sweat left his eyes, as if the actual murderous intention made him panic.

　　 "Otherwise, you and all this, there is no need to exist." Shot, ‘piu,’ Li Zitao jumped off the table and walked out.

　　Creep~

　　 opened the wooden door, Li Zitao said slightly: "I wait for your news, you know where to find me."

　　Paul Rica stood with his eyes flashing, until the footsteps outside the door completely disappeared, and the right hand holding the cigar did not tremble unnaturally, and put the cigarette to his mouth with a trembling voice.

　　 "His...huh..." He breathed out a deep smoke before Paul Rika's heart returned to peace.

　　 Over the years, he has seen countless ruthless people, killers, drug dealers, and lunatics, but no one has ever been able to give him such a strong sense of oppression.

　　 At that moment, Paul Rica even felt a suffocation when he fell into the water.

　　Although there are more than 20 men outside, hundreds of people will be able to support and surround here in 5 minutes, but Paul Rika still has a ridiculous idea in his heart, "If he wants, he will die..."