I was out on a date with Double D. She begged me to take her to see Cirque du Soleil. We had a nice steak dinner first, then took a cab to the show. I got good and drunk and we ended up at D’s place. When I got back to my office the next morning I found two armed Russians inside waiting for me.
They escorted me to the massive casino that just opened on the strip; Ivanov’s casino. Ivanov was in his office, and he was obviously out of sorts. “My men waited at your office all night, Mr Monroe. Why?”
“A woman,” I replied, suspiciously. “What’s going on, Ivanov?”
“Someone bombed my house, Mr Monroe!” He was angry, but not at me thankfully. “Some piece of shit bombed my house! My brother is dead!”
It turns out while I was asleep a Chinese mafioso or whatever you call him bombed Ivanov’s house, killing his brother and a few lackies hanging around. Ivanov and his wife and children were also in the house, but were not near the blast. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. And now Ivanov wants to drag me into this fart storm.
Truth be told, I’d already made some Chinese enemies when I busted up Kong Rui Bao’s hooker ring. If Kong and Ivanov were going to war, the sensible thing to do would be to call my pimp friend Ronnie and head to Cancun with a few of his bitches. But if I had to get involved, Ivanov’s side was really my only option.
Ivanov made a phone call and in walked two large men in too tight suits and angry expressions. One was blonde and looked like Ivan Drago’s older meaner brother. The other was a young Joseph Stalin. “These are my… cousins,” Igor said, “Sergi and Valeri. They flew in this morning.” As the two men sat down, I realized, with no small amount of pants-wetting terror, that I had somehow become part of Igor Ivanov’s war council.
“Gentlemen,” Ivanov began, “Perhaps my secretary can get you something to drink while we’re waiting?”
Waiting for what, I wondered as I ordered my bourbon straight up.
A few minutes later, the door opened. “Ah, the final member of our party has arrived,” Igor said with a smile. I turned in my seat and looked into a familiar pair of tits. “This is Sandra,” Igor continued, “She represents an interested party.”
I flashed Sandra a friendly smile and she averted her eyes and sat down as far away from me as possible.
"Now," began Ivanov, "we start with Kong Rui Bao, the boss. We all know the name, but has anyone ever seen his face?"
Nobody spoke up. Thinking about it now, I had also never seen his face. "This, gentlemen and lady, is because he is not here in Las Vegas. He was here once eleven years ago when the Chinese first dug their slanted claws into this horrible town. He then left, leaving his head enforcer in charge. The triad bosses in China think he's here. Lu Peng Heng thinks he's in China. He is, in fact, in New York city. I just flew in from the Big Apple, where I saw Mr. Kong arguing on the street with a hotdog vendor."
I was stunned silent by his intel, but could it be true?
"We cannot get to Kong, but we can make him come to us. Right now there are 200 Russian brothers on their way to Las Vegas. In two-day's time, we will storm the Chinese compound and kill every man, woman and child with the exception of Lu Peng Heng. He is going to be our bait. Lu and Kong will then lead us to triad headquarters in Hong Kong. You four are here because I have special missions for all of you."
It was right about then that I saw a funny looking bird flying at the window. I was about to say something clever about how stupid birds are when I realized that it was an RPG. I dived behind Sergi and Valeri just as the window exploded with a deafening boom.
Part 2 - The Offer
Part 3 - The Armenian Dick Head
Part 4 - The New Boss
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