America 1919

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Ratatat...

A barrage of intense gunfire erupted within a house on the outskirts of the North District in Atlantic City.

Various distilling equipment inside the house, along with the stored bootleg alcohol, were scattered all over the floor, with several of the staff laying on the ground.

Among them was LeBron James, the biggest bootleg alcohol manufacturer in Atlantic City.

Fortunately, at that moment, someone risked their life to drag LeBron James out the back door, while at the same time, those outside the house wielding pistols and long-barreled shotguns rushed in.

These intruders were dressed in white robes, with pointed hoods covering their entire heads, leaving only two dark holes to reveal a pair of malevolent eyes, like devils roaming amongst the living.

The intruders had clear tasks: some lifted the undamaged barrels of liquor out of the room and loaded them onto trucks, while others stood guard with guns, immediately shooting anyone who tried to resist!

Just then, a woman in her nightgown, armed with a double-barreled shotgun, stepped out and fired at them, resulting in screams as someone fell to the ground.

The rest of the men immediately opened fire on the woman in a barrage.

Bang!!!!

With the explosion, LeBron James's largest distillery was declared ruined!

Even though LeBron James was financially among the top echelon in Atlantic City, his skin color still barred him from entering the city's best hospital, First Hospital. Now he lay in the community hospital in the North District, receiving emergency treatment.

"No, I won't treat him, even now with you pointing a gun at me!"

LeBron James's condition required immediate surgery, but the black doctors at the North District community hospital simply didn't have the capability to perform it.

Having no other choice, LeBron James's men had kidnapped a white doctor from First Hospital, ordering him to treat LeBron.

However, that doctor was adamantly against treating a black man.

"Fuck, if you don't treat him, I'll shoot you dead right now!" TT, LeBron James's most loyal subordinate, had red eyes and his pistol pressed to the white doctor's forehead.

The white doctor was panicking inside, but he still refused, "I won't step into the operating room; otherwise, I'll lose my job, the respect of others, and I won't be able to survive in Atlantic City!"

Although the broader environment in Atlantic City was somewhat more welcoming to black people compared to other cities, it was only relative.

In Atlantic City, if a school dared to admit a black child, the parents of the white children would immediately band together to either force the school's leadership that made the decision to resign or to pull all their white children out of the school.

If a hospital dared to hire a black doctor, then the only possibility was that it was located in the North District and that all its medical staff were black; otherwise, the hospital would not have any patients.

While the standoff continued, Nucky, dressed in an Italian custom suit with a red carnation on his chest, holding a cane, and wearing a top hat, came over with Louis at his side.

"Mr. Nucky!"

The white doctor ignored the pistol on his forehead and greeted Nucky.

Although he was very anxious, he also believed that the other party wouldn't dare to shoot him under these circumstances. A black man killing a white man would lead to the gallows, and if the victim were a white doctor with social influence, then all the black people in Atlantic City would face a purge by the National Government!

Nucky nodded and then said to TT, "Put down your pistol. Don't you know where you are?"

Under Nucky's scolding, TT had no choice but to reluctantly put down his pistol, still glaring furiously at the white doctor.

The white doctor straightened his collar and spoke to Nucky with forced calm, "Mr. Nucky, may I leave now?"

Nucky tried to persuade him, "Davis, the man lying inside is my friend. Could you operate on him, please?"

Davis's eyes showed struggle. He didn't fear the gun in TT's hand, but he had to seriously consider Nucky's words. After some inner conflict, Davis still shook his head firmly.

"Mr. Nucky, you know the situation in Atlantic City. I can't do this!"

"You dare not!"

TT flared up again!

Nucky helplessly nodded and said, "Alright, Dr. Davis, you may leave!"

"He can't go!" Hearing that Nucky was letting Davis leave, TT immediately grabbed the doctor's arm, "My boss is still waiting for his surgery!"

Nucky angrily scolded, "Would you really shoot a respected white doctor? Or do you want to rob all our brothers in the North District of the environment they live in?"

Nucky's words made TT reluctantly lower his pistol.

At that moment, Davis quickly left the place.

Nucky then addressed the panicked doctors of the North District community hospital, "Please do your best to save James; he is my good friend!"

"We will do our utmost!"

Said the black doctors of the North District community hospital helplessly.

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As LeBron James was wheeled into the rudimentary operating room, Nucky sat on the long bench in the hospital corridor and asked TT,

"Who shot James?"

Nucky had been patrolling the boardwalk, looking after his people, when he received the news that LeBron James had been injured and taken to the hospital. He rushed over, not knowing the specifics of the incident.

After a string of curses from TT's mouth, he then told Nucky that it was the 3K party's doing.

Upon hearing this, Nucky immediately felt a headache coming on. The WCTU issue was still unresolved, and now the 3K party was causing trouble. It felt to him like Atlantic City was slipping out of his control.

"I will deal with this matter. You must not take any action!"

Nucky told TT.

Those whose minds were not fully enlightened had already exerted their greatest patience by not laying a hand on Davis in the hospital.

But Nucky knew that without his reminder, they would definitely seek retaliation against the 3K party.

Although the 3K party was infamous in the United States, they were, after all, whites, and whites of standing at that. In New Jersey, a number of legislators were already dissatisfied with Atlantic City's tolerance towards black people. If these people dared to attack members of the 3K party with guns, then the black people of Atlantic City would surely face targeted and fierce retaliation.

Of course, it wasn't that Nucky truly had any sympathy for the black people living in the North District. What was important was that this group of black people was one of Nucky's key sources of electoral votes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have granted James the exclusive rights to liquor sales in Atlantic City.

"That's impossible. They are seriously provoking us. If we do nothing, how will the black people in North District view us?"

TT resolutely rejected Nucky's suggestion.

Nucky's eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction as he looked at TT. At this point, Louis coldly said, "Are you questioning Mr. Nucky's words?"

TT felt uneasy under Nucky's gaze, but thinking of LeBron James lying uncertain of life or death in the operating room, he still insisted,

"This is our North District matter!"

Nucky stood up. Although he was not as tall as TT, when he looked at TT, it gave off an impression of talking down to him.

"I said I will resolve this matter. If you dare to do anything, I guarantee that you and your family will disappear from Atlantic City immediately!"

TT was intimidated by Nucky's aura and couldn't help but take a step back, yet he still said, "Mr. Nucky, do you not want our North District votes anymore?"

Nucky coldly replied, "You do not represent North District!"

After speaking, Nucky just glanced indifferently at the two black men behind TT. Without any hesitation, the two men immediately pushed TT against the wall and disarmed him.

The other black people in the corridor did not react to the situation at all.

It was at this moment that the doctor pushed LeBron James, still unconscious, out of the operating room. Fortunately, the location where LeBron James was shot wasn't fatal, and the black doctor's skilled hands had saved him.

Seeing the situation in the corridor, the doctors and nurses were not surprised. The doctor who had operated on LeBron James went straight to Nucky and said,

"James is out of danger now. He just needs a few days of rest!"

Relieved to hear that James wasn't in serious condition, Nucky said to the doctor, "Take good care of him. I'll come to see him again after he wakes up!"

"Of course!"

In the hospital lobby, Nucky looked at the telephone and told Louis, "Call Eli. Those people from Mobley have indeed gone too far lately!"

Mobley, the leader of the 3K party in Atlantic City!

Louis did not act immediately, but instead asked with concern, "Mobley still has some influence, and there are quite a few whites in Atlantic City who are members of the 3K party!"

The fundamental reason Nucky tolerated the 3K party's mischief in Atlantic City was precisely that many of the powerful in the city were also members of the party.

"I will speak to them myself!"

Nucky, massaging his brow, said helplessly.

He was already troubled enough with the Commodore's issues, and now the 3K party emerged, causing trouble at this time.

Nucky understood that he had to restore peace to Atlantic City as quickly as possible, otherwise his authority in the city would be undermined.

"By the way, what's the situation with the WCTU?"

At this moment, Nucky thought of another problem.

Louis said, "I was supposed to meet with Elena this morning!"

The implication was that because of LeBron James's incident, Louis had not yet met with Elena.

Nucky said, "We must resolve these two issues quickly. Otherwise, the Commodore will surely take action!"

"Yes!"

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