Linda Miller
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The tavern, an Irish-owned establishment, was bustling with activity around eight in the evening. A black car pulled up on the curb, its tinted windows barely concealing the muzzles of two guns. "Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!" The sudden burst of gunfire shattered the bar's windows, sending shards of glass flying. Bullets tore through the bar's interior, smashing bottles on the shelves and peppering the ceiling with holes. Panic ensued as patrons screamed, dropping to the floor to avoid the deadly…-
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A man crouched behind a tree, believing he was well concealed. Half of his body, however, was clearly visible. To Hardy, he was nothing more than a sitting duck. Hardy took aim and fired in one smooth motion. "Bang!" The man let out a shriek and collapsed to the ground. Six adversaries had initially taken up positions across the street. Hardy had already dispatched one with his revolver and two more with his rifle. Now, only three remained. The M1941 Johnson rifle wasn't renowned for its…
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December marked the beginning of the rainy season in Los Angeles. A light drizzle had just passed as Marissa and Hardy stepped out of the bustling nightclub. The night air was damp and had a chilly edge to it. Marissa instinctively pulled her arms around herself, shivering slightly. Just then, Hardy draped his suit jacket over her shoulders, a comforting warmth radiating from the fabric. The jacket still carried the lingering heat from his body. Marissa glanced up at Hardy. He had a rugged…
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The nightclub pulsed with energy, music thumping and lights flickering. This was no place for a gunfight; Hardy knew better than to draw his weapon in a public setting. A scuffle could be brushed off, a stabbing might be managed, but gunshots? That would invite a whole world of trouble. "Bring it on!" Hardy taunted, his voice steady, eyes locked on Big Ivan. Big Ivan's friends lay scattered around, either groaning in pain or knocked out cold. He eyed Hardy warily. The man in front of him wasn't just…
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The Bunny Lounge was alive with energy. Patrons filled every corner, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. On a small stage at the center of the room, a blonde woman in a glittering bikini and a tiny, round hat danced to the pulsating rhythm, her legs kicking high, captivating the crowd with every move. On the dance floor, a throng of men and women swayed together, caught up in the joyous atmosphere. It was 10 PM, the nightclub's busiest hour, and the place was buzzing. As the song…
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As the night deepened, the bar slowly came to life. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of expensive liquor, and the rhythmic pulse of music. A crowd, enticed by the promise of a night of pleasure, filled the place with energy and anticipation. Amidst this throng, Hardy's gaze was drawn to a striking figure in red, surrounded by a cluster of men. These men, dressed in sharp suits with polished shoes, presented themselves as refined, but Hardy saw through their facade. He knew their intentions…
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They found a small, dimly lit diner and ordered burgers with steaming cups of coffee. As Sean took a bite of his food, he said, "We can take a breather now. Usually around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, bars and nightclubs start to open. That's when we do our rounds, make sure everything's running smoothly." In simpler terms, it was all about assessing the situation. "If some drunk gets rowdy, just toss him out. That's usually straightforward. Our main concern is if some rival gang tries to stir up…
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"What's your strategy moving forward?" Hemi Weiss leaned back, his gaze fixed on Dani. "Squeeze them out," Dani replied with a grin. "First, we target the Austrian gang's assets—their clubs, bars, and underground casinos. We'll also disrupt their loan sharking and smuggling operations. Weaken them bit by bit, then deliver the final blow to wipe them out completely." "And you've considered how they might retaliate?" Hemi asked, raising an eyebrow. Dani smirked. "We'll start discreetly. Get people…
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The Austrian gang leader stared at him for a moment before suddenly saying, "You've got the makings of a gangster." Jon Hardy blinked, taken aback. Him? A gangster? He looked himself up and down. Was it his rugged face, his demeanor, or just his name that made them think so? "Jon Hardy," the leader mused, "sounds like the name of someone who's seen things. Someone who's ready to get his hands dirty." Bill tried hard to sit up in a dignified manner and seized the opportunity to promote his friend.…
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After finishing his business with Cook, Hardy walked along the path that ran parallel to the Los Angeles River. He removed his gun from his coat, expertly disassembled it into several pieces, and tossed them one by one into the river's dark waters. This would make sure there was no trace left behind. Even if someone accused him of murder later, without the weapon, it would be much harder to prove his guilt, and he might even walk free. Hardy then took out a small watch box. He slipped the Rolex…
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