The streets in Brooklyn, New York, were particularly quiet in the late night. Several lax and hip-hop-dressed Latino youth gathered sneakily along the street to a nightclub open in a semi-basement.

The nightclub was filled with smoke, and the girls were scalping their heads and twisting their bodies with explosive music. Several people who had just come in greeted each other enthusiastically, then walked through the dance floor to the staff passage behind. After a series of body searches and inspections, they were able to come to a hidden room.

Everyone took the initiative to take out handfuls of money from their pockets and put them on the table. Soon someone started counting them.

"Why are there so many twenty dollars in bills?" asked an accountant with dissatisfaction.

A young man was shocked, but he still replied fluently: "The guys who were picking up the goods just grabbed a convenience store. I think it was probably because of this!"

"Kid remember to change the change next time!" said the man who had been sitting on the sofa smoking dissatisfied.

"Sorry, Mr. Gomez, I will pay attention next time!" said the young man with his head down.

"Okay, go get the money Sandigo!" the old accountant waved his hand and said to him.

Santiago walked to another table and someone gave him a bag of chips soon! These were his salary this month. Santiago did not show any dissatisfaction. He said thank you and then left here.

Santiago walked quickly towards the intersection. From time to time, he turned around and looked at the figure behind him, and his steps were getting faster and faster. At this moment, he just wanted to leave here as fast as possible. He turned a corner at the intersection, walked forward a few steps, and came to a car parked on the side of the road. He opened the door and sat in as fast as possible. The car quickly left the place.

"You got it?" asked a man sitting next to him in the car.

"Get it!" Santiago handed over a bag of chips to the other party.

"d, these drug dealers are so cunning. They actually use casino chips as salary!" The man sitting next to Santiago took out a handful of chips from his pocket and said angrily.

"What will we do next?" Santiago asked the others.

"Is that needless to say? Let's look up the source of these things first!" someone replied.

This scene is not an isolated case. In recent times, agents from the USDAC, active in various eastern coastal states, have found that D-product dismantling houses in their jurisdiction have suddenly started to pay their wages with casino chips. This makes the D-Encryption Agency increasingly confused about the flow of funds from D-Encryption organizations.

These chips probably come from Atlantic City, because Atlantic City is a city that allows the gambling industry to exist. In order to facilitate transactions, the local gambling association has set a unified chip standard for all casinos in the city. In Atlantic City, chips are completely equivalent to money. You can use it to pay hotel fees, alcohol fees, tips to service staff, and even pay for prostitution. No one knows where the money comes from, the casino has no obligation to ask, and the gamblers will not take the initiative to say it. How does this make the agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration investigate?

Recently, the drug dealers rushed to Atlantic City in groups. They just entered the casino and played a few games on a certain gambling platform! Then they could exchange all these chips back for cash. If they were caught, as long as they bite to death, they won the money themselves, then the police would not have any evidence to accuse them. As for the casino, if you want to sue the casino, you must prove that the casino knows that the source of the money is illegal, and this is simply impossible to complete. Is there any safer way to launder money in the world than this? All of this made the agents of the drug enforcement agency in New Jersey feel helpless.

The root of all this comes from the cooperation between Yuri and Medellin Group. Now, in the East Coast, especially in New Jersey and New York, Atlantic City’s chips have begun to circulate in underground transactions outside the Medellin Group. Another effect of this is that more and more guests are coming to the Atlantic City casinos to play.

Yuri and Ivankov did not continue to find trouble for those Irish casinos, so he was not stupid enough to transfer all the police's pressure to himself? On the contrary, he also had to support those former competitors to attract firepower. The existence of those Irish casinos can confuse the police's attention. Anyway, these chips cannot be traced out from that casino, but those Irish casinos with better operating conditions are even more eye-catching.

Yuri's casino is still far from profit on the books. In fact, Yuri and the others have made a lot behind their backs. Everything has just begun. Yuri hopes to develop steadily and steadily, so he is not in a hurry, and he does not intend to continue to expand in the Atlantic City gambling market. Now the layout in Atlantic City is very reasonable. Yuri plans to wait for a while to go to Las Vegas to see if there are any casinos for sale there.

During this period, Ivankov recruited many Soviets from Brighton who fled from Afghanistan to the United States. As the Soviet Red Army's war in Afghanistan became more and more difficult, during this period, more and more Soviet soldiers were captured by the S-station troops and defected voluntarily. Moreover, among some Turkmen and Uzbek troops, the trend of defection became increasingly fierce, which forced the domestic decision-makers to mobilize troops from Russia and Ukraine to participate in the war. Ivankov's Asian face attracted many defectors and stowaways from the Soviet Central Asian region. These people went through hardships and came to this strange land. What they needed most was a job that could make a living. In addition, they had all struggled on the battlefield, which was simply the most precious talent in Ivankov's eyes.
Chapter completed!