Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.)
Please say something other than murdering them.
Let’s murder them.
Oh god it was always like that. No other solution gave a permanent answer to the problem.Its not as if it would be the first time. It would definitely be the last time. Murder was perfect.
It was cliché too.
Gangsters like him always did that. When a cop interfered too much. When a politician asked for too much share in the profit. When a neighboring gang tried to enter their turf. Murder and dispose the body. Simple. Bloody. Efficient.
But now he wanted to try something else. Threatening would do no good. He learned it long time ago, you push people they will would event I all push back. And he would have to murder them to get them out of the way.
This time he wanted more than a temporary state of power. He wanted actual control. No one should try to lay a finger on him.
So he became one of the powerful. He became a politician himself. And then hr would make sure that all the other people are his friends. Not his foes.
He wouldn’t threaten. He wouldn’t murder. He wouldn’t coerce. He will persuade. He will make the commissioners and gang leaders his accomplice.
It would be a long time before this control is established. A long time before peace can be achieved. But he was willing to wait. Willing to try.
If nothing else, then there’s always murder.
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