America 1919-Chapter 384 - 165, Whitewash

Julian Weber had never taken Max and his group seriously, even though Max had changed somewhat from before. The memories of how they had been taught a lesson by Weber’s people were still vivid in their minds.

So Julian Weber only brought five people with him, making it six guns in total, including Weber’s own.

"This is the place!"

The location was a two-story apartment that looked somewhat dilapidated, but in the context of the surrounding filthy environment, this two-story apartment seemed quite luxurious.

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This two-story apartment was now Max and the others’ headquarters.

"Let’s go in!"

Julian Weber, holding a revolver, said calmly.

One person, holding a pistol and with a fierce expression, kicked open the door of the two-story apartment. The moment the door was kicked open, his ferocious look disappeared, replaced by one of panic.

As the door opened, four people inside were holding pistols, aimed right at the doorway.

Clang, clang, clang.

Footsteps echoed in the neighborhood, and within ten seconds, a group of men in black coats, armed with automatic rifles, surrounded Julian Weber and his men.

Seeing this, people in the neighborhood quickly hid in the nearby rooms, terrified.

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This place was known as Dovelin Community, also referred to as Saint Dovelin!

But in reality, it was a slum in Los Angeles. Most of its residents were Mexicans who had recently moved to the United States. According to the historical records of Los Angeles, in the year 1920, the population was just 577,000, but by 1929, the population of Los Angeles had grown to 1.2 million, with nearly a hundred thousand Mexicans having arrived in Los Angeles during this period.

The Saint Dovelin district, being one of the poor areas of Los Angeles, also became a gathering place for Mexicans.

For such areas, whether it was the Los Angeles police or other cities’ police forces in the United States, they all adopted the same tactic:

Turn a blind eye!

By the mid-1930s, with the development of the city planning of Los Angeles, Dovelin Community gradually came under the control of developers, and the poor were driven to even more barren areas, turning Saint Dovelin into history.

Regardless, the current situation in the neighborhood only caused concern among the community members, but did not attract police attention, nor did anyone think to report the incident to the police. After all, even if someone did, it wouldn’t have resulted in any police actually coming to the scene.

Although Julian Weber saw danger before him, he still did not feel panic. He did not believe anyone in Los Angeles would dare to lay a hand on Joseph Adonis’s men.

"Mr. Weber, please come with us!"

Max, his face still carrying traces of youth, walked out from inside the apartment with an unmistakable air of triumph.

His people disarmed Julian Weber, taking away the pistol in his hand!

"Max, do you realize what you’re doing?"

Julian Weber, without resisting, just looked at Max calmly!

Slap!

Max suddenly leapt up and gave Julian Weber a fierce slap. Following the slap, blood seeped from the corner of Weber’s mouth.

"Of course, I know what I’m doing. Not only do I know, but I also remember how you locked me in a cage and beat me like a dog!"

Max said through clenched teeth, an excitement of vengeance fulfilled evident on his face.

"Joseph won’t let you get away with this!" Julian Weber wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with forced composure.

"Who knows if he’ll even make it through today," Max said, smugly.

Julian Weber felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Seeing Max’s smugness, he had a bad premonition.

"What’s going on? What’s this?"

At that moment, a group of men in suits appeared, and one of them, who seemed to be the leader, stepped between Max and Julian Weber and pulled out a badge: "I am Hamadi Mensa from the Bureau of Investigation. What are you doing here?"

Seeing this, the previously calm expression on Julian Weber’s face finally changed. In this place where even the Los Angeles police would not set foot, an agent from the Bureau of Investigation unexpectedly showed up?

This illogical turn of events made Julian Weber realize that everything that had happened today was planned!

And they had recklessly blundered into this trap!

"Sir, these people, armed with guns, tried to break into my home. I was merely defending myself!" Max said with a grin.

"If that’s the case, then please come with us," Hamadi Mensa told Julian Weber.

Julian Weber made one last attempt: "Sir, this is Los Angeles. Shouldn’t the situation here be under the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles police?"

Hamadi Mensa replied coldly, "We don’t need you to tell us how to do our job."

Afterward, Hamadi Mensa’s men, with the assistance of Max and others, took Julian Weber and his men to another community, which was the Bureau of Investigation’s secret base in Los Angeles!

In a dimly lit room, Julian Weber sat, handcuffed.

Hamadi Mensa walked in holding a stack of files and threw them onto the table, saying, "To be honest with you, we’ve already thoroughly investigated the matter concerning Joseph Adonis. He is not only engaging in various illegal activities within the city of Los Angeles but is also involved in places beyond California, even having connections with gangs in Canada and Italy. These matters are now within our jurisdiction. So, do you want to stubbornly resist to the end or become an informant and provide us with more information about Joseph Adonis?"