Chapter 15: Easy to Get In, Hard to Get Out

Malton Street.

**Cedar Bar**

An Irish establishment.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, the bar was bustling. A black car parked outside had two gun barrels poking out of its windows.

"Da da da, da da da~!"

The deafening gunfire shattered the bar's windows. Bullets flew inside, causing the wine cabinet and ceiling to explode.

Patrons screamed in terror and dropped to the floor, as bullets whizzed over their heads.

The bar quickly turned into chaos.

The car sped away.

After a while, the patrons dared to lift their heads. Seeing the car drive off, they scrambled to escape the bar.

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**Red Romantic Nightclub**

It was drizzling lightly, and neon lights flickered, their reflections blurred by puddles on the ground.

This was the premier nightclub in the North Bank Gang's territory. Three gang members exited the club, chatting and joking.

Suddenly, several men in trench coats emerged from a nearby car.

The three North Bank men were caught off guard and instinctively reached for their guns, but the newcomers were faster.

"Boom, boom, boom~~!"

The gunfire was quick and lethal. The three North Bank members fell to the ground, blood mixing with the rain.

The lead attacker, Dalton, had just led an attack on Alessandro the previous day. He received a handsome reward, sold the looted alcohol and cigarettes for over three thousand dollars, and came to the nightclub with his men. He never expected to be gunned down on the street.

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**Northern Suburbs of Los Angeles**

A farm here hosted weekly greyhound races.

The track, run by the Irish, boasted over one hundred greyhounds. It generated a weekly turnover of over $100,000, with a profit of more than $10,000.

It was a crucial business for the North Shore Gang.

But today, visitors discovered that many of the hounds had been killed. The farm's manager urgently informed North Shore's enforcer, Hemi Weiss.

Hemi Weiss and his deputy, Burgess Moran, arrived and were livid when they saw the dead dogs.

Hemi Weiss approached a particularly cherished dog, one that had won many races. He picked up its head and roared in fury.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!!!"

"Who did this? Who did this?!"

Hemi Weiss yelled at the manager.

"I don't know. When I arrived this morning, the dogs were already dead," the manager replied, trembling.

"Investigate. Find out who is responsible!" Hemi Weiss roared again.

The investigation revealed that someone had poisoned the dog food overnight, killing the greyhounds. The culprit remained unidentified.

Hemi Weiss suspected the Jewish Gang, given the recent hostilities between the two groups.

He looked at the dead dogs. Each one was expensive, and his most valued one was worth at least three thousand dollars.

The direct loss exceeded $50,000 to $60,000. With the dogs gone, his track would be closed temporarily, causing a potential loss of several hundred thousand dollars.

Hemi Weiss was deeply distressed.

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The Irish, unwilling to back down, sought revenge the following day.

A Jewish gang truck delivering drinks was ambushed. Gunmen appeared and shot up the truck.

Pedestrians screamed and scattered.

The truck's cab was wrecked, and the bar was damaged, with broken doors and windows.

Two Jewish gang members were killed on the spot. The attackers then fled, leaving behind a chaotic scene.

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Nighttime was when the Jewish underground casino was busiest.

Seven or eight men in black trench coats emerged from a car, armed with pistols, shotguns, and a Chicago typewriter, and stormed the casino.

The three Jewish guards tried to draw their weapons but were quickly overpowered. The attackers stormed inside.

"DaDaDaDaDaDa~!"

Machine guns fired wildly. Patrons and staff lay on the floor in fear, while those who attempted to resist were killed on the spot.

The cash redemption area was filled with large amounts of money.

The robbers forced a waiter to open the door, filled two backpacks with about seventy to eighty thousand dollars, and then departed.

As the robbers left, the remaining gamblers fled in terror, likely never to return.

The conflict between the Jewish Gang and the North Shore Gang was now overt.

The atmosphere in Los Angeles grew tense.

The Los Angeles Times reported extensively on the recent shootings. While not naming names directly, it was clear that the two largest gangs in the city were at odds.

An old-timer familiar with the city's underworld remarked, "I remember when the Jewish Gang first arrived in Los Angeles seven or eight years ago, there was a large-scale conflict with the North Shore Gang. Back then, it was a tit-for-tat situation. It lasted for six months before things calmed down."

"Now, after seven or eight years, are we seeing a repeat of that conflict? I wonder what Los Angeles will become this time."

A young man asked, "Do the government and police not care?"

"Of course, the police will respond and may even arrest some gunmen," the old-timer replied. "But that doesn't shake the presence of the gangs. The gang members aren't afraid of jail. In fact, the chaos benefits the police."

"What benefits?" asked the young man.

"Hehe, they can submit reports to the city council asking for increased management fees, equipment, and staff. The more chaos, the more they can justify their demands."

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Dani was well aware of the conflict.

Savoring a cigar, he stood by the massive windows of his office on the 18th floor, watching the city below with a triumphant smile.

He had orchestrated the recent conflicts in Los Angeles from behind the scenes.

The Irish had originally planned to attack and squeeze the Jewish Gang's assets. When one attack failed, it exposed their identity, prompting a retaliation from the Jewish Gang.

The Jewish Gang's revenge spurred further retaliation from the Irish.

Dani was pleased with the outcome.

Turning to Sergeant Burstein, he bragged, "Do you see, Burstein? When the seeds of hatred are sown, stopping them isn't easy."

"The Irish rob the liquor truck, kill people, and disrupt businesses. The Jewish Gang retaliates, even targeting Hemi Weiss's beloved dogs. Despite knowing it's a conspiracy, they'll keep retaliating for revenge. No one can stop them, as they're unsure if the other side will relent."

"Hahahaha~~~"

"In the end, they'll fight endlessly until they're exhausted. That's when our chance will come!"