The Tyrant Billionaire

Hardy boarded the plane with everyone.

After takeoff, once they were cruising, Hardy called a few of his brothers over.

"This trip to New York is because Michael called me. Vito Corleone, the head of the Corleone family, was assassinated and is seriously injured and unconscious. The Corleone family is in chaos, and it seems other families in New York are involved. So he asked me to come and help protect Mr. Corleone."

"This time we are facing the five major families. They have strong strength in the underworld. We must be careful and cautious in our actions."

"Don\'t worry, boss. We have been gangsters and have destroyed gangs. So what about the Mafia." Matthew said with a smile.

They had faced and defeated gangs before, and the Mafia didn\'t scare them.

These men were veterans who had survived hellish battlefields and had been hardened in the underworld for a long time. They had no fear of the unknown.

The flight was long.

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Hardy sat on the plane, thinking randomly.

He wondered what would happen next in the world of The Godfather.

What should he do?

Just then, Henry said, "Boss, I have a suggestion."

"Go ahead."

"We should buy two planes ourselves. Boss you travel a lot, so having our planes would save you time, and In emergencies like today, we might not be so lucky to always find available planes."

Hardy thought buying two planes was a good idea.

In the future, HD Security would expand to other cities and would need planes.

His business was growing: Wash Mining in San Francisco, Ace of Spades Winery, a casino in Las Vegas, a mineral water plant in New Mexico, a TV factory in New York, and a movie company that filmed everywhere. They needed planes.

In emergencies, having private planes would prevent chaos.

"How much do these planes cost?" Hardy asked.

"I\'ve checked before. The planes we are on are called DC-3 passenger planes, also known as C47 cargo planes in the military. New ones cost $186,000 each," Henry said.

Less than $200,000 each—buying two would be easy for Hardy.

"Alright, we\'ll buy two," Hardy said with a smile.

After over ten hours of flight, the plane finally landed at New York airport around 8 PM.

Hardy hadn\'t informed Michael to pick them up.

They took taxis into the city and broke into a closed car dealership. The owner, seeing so many serious looking men in trench coats, was terrified, thinking it was a robbery.

"How many cars do you have?" Henry asked.

"Seventeen in total: Fords, Chevrolets, Dodges, Lincolns, Buicks, and Mercurys," the owner counted on his fingers.

"We\'ll take them all. How much? Give us a discount," Henry said.

The owner was stunned—it wasn\'t a robbery, but a purchase.

Ecstatic, he calculated the total: $35,000. Henry handed over thick stacks of cash, they filled the cars with gas, and everyone drove out.

With so many people, they needed cars in New York.

Hardy was now wealthy, so he directly bought a fleet of cars for convenience.

At a phone booth, Hardy called the number Michael had given him. The phone was quickly answered.

"Michael, it\'s Hardy. I\'m in New York," Hardy said.

Michael was overjoyed.

"Where are you? I\'ll come to see you."

Hardy gave an address.

About 20 minutes later, a car arrived. Michael saw Hardy, quickly approached, and hugged him.

"You came so quickly. I thought you\'d be later," Michael said, glancing at Hardy\'s car, which had several people inside.

"You brought a few people with you." Michael said.

Hardy smiled and pointed back, "Not just a few. The whole row of cars behind is full of my people."

Michael was shocked, seeing the line of cars, likely over ten.

"How many people?" Michael asked in surprise.

"Time is urgent, so I only brought 70 people." Hardy said.

Michael was amazed. Hardy\'s strength far exceeded that of any Mafia family.

"How is Mr. Corleone now?" Hardy asked.

"Still unconscious, shot five times. It\'s a miracle he\'s alive," Michael said sadly.

He then recounted the entire incident.

The godfather was attacked by two gunmen while buying fruit. Sensing the danger, he turned to run but was chased and shot 12 times, using up two revolvers. Five bullets hit him, and he fell in a pool of blood.

Fortunately, he survived and was taken to the hospital but remained unconscious. The Corleone family was in chaos, with Sonny, Michael\'s hot headed older brother, in charge but making a mess.

Michael, rushing home after hearing about the attack, found the hospital unguarded and suspected another assassination attempt. He and a baker, who the godfather had once helped, moved the godfather to another room and scared off the second set of gunmen by pretending to be guards.

Minutes later, corrupt police, bought by other families, arrived to arrest Michael, likely to clear the way for the gunmen. Michael fought back and was punched by the police captain, breaking his jaw, which would take three to four months to heal.

"They want my father\'s life. They won\'t stop. I fear worse things will happen, so I sought your help, Hardy."

Hardy patted Michael\'s shoulder, "Don\'t worry, Michael. I\'m here now. We\'ll face this together."

"Thank you, Hardy."

"No need to thank me. We\'re friends. How is the godfather\'s security now? Do you need my men there?"

"Sonny has sent men. My father\'s safety should be assured. I\'m more worried about the other families and the Turkish drug dealer, Sollozzo. They\'ll likely continue their attacks."

Having seen The Godfather movie multiple times, Hardy knew the enemy would demand negotiations, coercing the Corleone\'s into the drug trade. Michael would volunteer to kill the police captain and Sollozzo during the negotiations, making him a fugitive in Sicily.

Hardy couldn\'t let this happen. Michael couldn\'t go personally, as he had a $10 million investment in the TV factory to protect.