America 1919

Chapter 1602 - 587: Profit Can Make Anyone Betray

"Bawelson, what do you mean by this?"

Baulson Justin chuckled and said, "Mr. Tyson, your actions have made my two bosses very unhappy, so they’ve decided that when you meet your Maker, you should take a moment to reflect before Him. Just what gave you the audacity to challenge us in Atlantic City?"

Tyson Loren’s face changed, but then he saw that Baulson Justin’s men had already disarmed his subordinates.

"You dare lay a hand on me?"

Tyson Loren didn’t understand why the people from Atlantic City were so reckless.

Even though he’s now in Carson City, given his status in Las Vegas, if Baulson Justin dared to do anything to him, all of Las Vegas would be thrown into chaos!

Baulson Justin smiled casually and said, "Who said we’re going to do anything to you? It’s your most trusted subordinate Hunter Guzman who has something planned!"

After he finished speaking, Baulson Justin boldly handed the gun to Hunter Guzman.

Hunter Guzman looked at the gun in Baulson Justin’s hands, hesitant to take it.

At this moment, Tyson Loren also understood what Baulson Justin was trying to do.

If it’s his subordinate who kills him, then the situation becomes entirely different.

This would be an internal vendetta, and no one could blame Atlantic City for it.

If he died, it would also send a strong message to the people in Las Vegas.

Hunter Guzman suddenly took the gun from Baulson Justin.

Tyson Loren’s expression immediately changed, yet he saw that Hunter Guzman had aimed the gun at Baulson Justin.

"Atta boy, you’re truly my most loyal subordinate!"

"Let’s, let’s get out of here, or I’ll shoot you!"

Hunter Guzman held the gun with both hands, slightly trembling as he pointed at Baulson Justin.

Baulson Justin smiled, not at all intimidated by Hunter Guzman’s threats.

"Alright, if that’s the case, I’ll have to thank you. Do you know how much the company will pay my family if I die here?"

"Five hundred thousand US dollars. You all have worked under Tyson Loren for so many years, have you ever seen a pile of five hundred thousand US dollars?"

Hunter Guzman’s hands trembled even more visibly.

Baulson Justin continued, "My two bosses have already promised that as long as you kill Tyson Loren, they’ll let you manage the hall that Tyson Loren oversees.

Do you know how much money even the smallest hall in Surf Hotel in Atlantic City can make each year?

At least a few million US dollars!"

Hunter Guzman’s hands could barely hold onto the gun.

Baulson Justin glanced at the time, somewhat helplessly addressing Tyson Loren’s subordinates.

"You all can have a go too, the same deal applies. Whoever kills Tyson Loren will be the one to replace him in our partnership with Atlantic City!"

"No!"

Seeing others already tempted, Tyson Loren finally understood what kind of existence he was up against.

He shouted loudly.

Desperately, he pleaded with Baulson Justin and the already tempted Hunter Guzman and others: "You can’t do this. I’m a friend of the Governor. If you do this, the Governor won’t let you off!"

Now, the only person Tyson Loren could rely on was the Governor.

Right, having the ability to make money also means having the ability to spend it!

Relying on years of cultivating a relationship with the Governor, the Governor wouldn’t simply watch Tyson Loren get taken down like this.

This is not only a provocation against Las Vegas but also against the state of Nevada.

Baulson Justin looked disdainfully at Tyson Loren, "Mr. Tyson, should I say you’re foolish or your brain has stopped working?

Why did you become the boss of Las Vegas back then? Wasn’t it because you got the rights to the bootlegging business?

It’s because you had the bootlegging rights that you could continually invest in the current Governor.

But don’t forget, for a small-time Las Vegas, how much investment could you possibly provide?"

A dozen years ago, Tyson Loren was just a nobody who hopped onto the bootlegging business and thrived in Las Vegas.

At that time, Las Vegas was just a small place with fewer than 5,000 people.

How much profit could he have made?

Hunter Guzman understood Baulson Justin’s words instantly.

A small-time boss in Las Vegas couldn’t possibly nurture a Governor.

Back then, the bootlegging empire had already expanded all across the United States.

The interest transfer chain naturally included the current Governor of Nevada.

And who was the King of the bootlegging empire?

Donnie Block!

In an instant, Hunter Guzman pieced everything together.

At this moment, he didn’t hold any illusions anymore.

He couldn’t afford to hesitate, seeing the others already eager to move.

Just as Baulson Justin was about to say something, he saw Hunter Guzman decisively aiming the gun at him.

BANG!

With the bang of a gun, Tyson Loren, who had dominated Las Vegas for over a decade, fell into a pool of blood.

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Las Vegas.

Tyron Capello, Joachim Lang, and others had returned to the construction site of Caesars Palace.

Four hours had passed since they were last there.

When Carman Parker saw them arriving, his anger was evident.

He strode over.

"You’re late. We agreed on two hours, but now you’re two hours late. This is disrespectful to us, so we’re going to amend our terms!"

Carman Parker shouted boldly.

Joachim Lang giggled and said, "We can’t help it, we always have things to do. By the way, you might not be able to reach your boss right now!"

Carman Parker paused, shouting, "What do you mean?"

"Take a guess!" Joachim Lang said smugly.

Carman Parker: "What am I, a kid? Do I have to guess?"

Then, as if coming to a realization, Carman Parker’s face showed an incredulous expression.

"You took out Tyson Loren?"

Seeing Joachim Lang’s silence, Carman Parker wasn’t panicking, instead, he laughed and said, "You’re indeed bold. But so what if Tyson Loren is dead?

"The trouble will be yours, and the benefits will be mine!"

Joachim Lang laughed and said, "It seems you’re not that loyal to Tyson Loren either!"

The current protest is orchestrated by Tyson Loren behind the scenes, and the protest has matured.

According to Carman Parker’s thinking, the anger in Las Vegas will only increase with Tyson Loren’s death.

The most threatening person to him, Hunter Guzman, is in Carson City.

So next he just needs to take over all of Tyson Loren’s businesses in Las Vegas, and then he’ll negotiate directly with the people from Atlantic City.

The benefits Tyson Loren originally wanted will all be his.

"You made a blunder, but I like it!" At this moment, Carman Parker was unexpectedly feeling quite fond of Joachim Lang and his people.

But Joachim Lang’s next words chilled Carman Parker to his core.

"But you might be disappointed.

"The one who killed Tyson Loren wasn’t one of mine, it was Hunter Guzman.

"As for why Hunter Guzman would kill Tyson Loren, I suppose you can guess!"

"Impossible!" Carman Parker’s first reaction was that it couldn’t be true, as all of Las Vegas knew Hunter Guzman’s loyalty to Tyson Loren.

But when he saw the smile on Joachim Lang’s face, he knew it might really have happened.

The people from Atlantic City are indeed formidable; they can induce the utterly loyal Hunter Guzman to shoot Tyson Loren.

Then what about his own subordinates?