The Tyrant Billionaire-Chapter 646 Robbing The American Casino

On the second floor of the casino, in the business suite, Barzini and more than a dozen mafia bosses stood behind large glass windows, looking out at the bustling casino below. From their vantage point, the scene on the floor was clear.

The casino was lively, with the gambling tables packed with patrons.

Barzini and the other bosses were very satisfied with what they saw. With a cigar in his mouth, Barzini chuckled and said, "Gentlemen, I told you this place would make us big money. Do you know how much we’ve earned in six months?"

"Barzini, don’t keep us in suspense! I can’t wait to hear the number," one mafia boss joked.

"Haha, Piero, you’re as impatient as ever. In six months, through gambling, drugs, prostitution, and money laundering, we’ve earned a total of $23 million. Each of you can take home over $1 million, and this is just half a year’s profit. At this rate, you’ll recover your initial investment in less than two years. After that, it’s pure profit."

If the casino were in the U.S., it wouldn’t have made nearly as much. The casino’s revenue from gambling alone was only a few million.

The big money came from money laundering. The casino allowed them to clean their drug money and other dirty funds, bringing in the bulk of the $23 million.

The mafia bosses were very pleased with the profits, nodding in approval.

Someone said, "That Hardy guy uses his Las Vegas casino to attract people. So what? We’re making big money here too. Right, gentlemen?"

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"Exactly! We have more freedom here and can do whatever we want. By the way, wasn’t the idea to open a casino in Cuba originally Hardy’s? But Barzini beat him to it. Barzini, you’re the man!" another laughed.

Hearing this, Barzini’s face filled with pride.

But when he thought about Hardy, he realized that two years ago, he had been competing against him. Now, Hardy didn’t even care about him anymore.

Reports about Hardy’s exploits often appeared in the newspapers.

The Hardy Group was worth billions.

Hardy owned vast industries in the U.S., Europe, Hong Kong, and Japan.

He was now the Governor of the Cayman Islands, effectively a king in his own right. No matter how small Cayman was, the power it represented was undeniable.

It was said that Hardy had turned Cayman into a tax haven, essentially using an entire country for money laundering—a scale far beyond what Barzini’s casino could achieve.

Recently, Hardy had even acquired two territories in Southeast Asia.

Barzini realized he couldn’t compete with Hardy anymore. Hardy had long since stopped caring about him—or so Barzini thought. In reality, Hardy hadn’t forgotten him. In fact, Hardy had been thinking about him a lot recently.

A few days later.

A cargo ship arrived in Cuba.

The goods were received at the dock and quickly loaded onto trucks. In a remote jungle village in Cuba, hundreds of young men gathered. When the crates were opened, they revealed brand-new weapons, sparking cheers among the youths.

These young men were preparing to overthrow Cuba’s current dictator through armed rebellion. Their leader’s name was Castro.

Previously, Castro had studied law at a university in the U.S., where he befriended a classmate—not Che Guevara, but a white South African of French descent. They discussed many ideas about democracy and freedom.

Initially, Castro wanted to fight the dictator through political means, but under his friend’s encouragement, he gradually came to believe that armed struggle was the only way.

They returned to Cuba and gathered a group of passionate young men who sought freedom and democracy.

They had no weapons.

They initially planned to raid an army base, but Castro’s friend argued that it was too dangerous and suggested buying weapons directly from the U.S.

They had no money.

Castro’s friend had connections and could procure second-hand firearms at a low price, with the option to buy on credit due to his reputation.

Of course, the debt would need to be repaid.

But for them, borrowing wasn’t an issue—they just needed the weapons.

Thus, they acquired hundreds of rifles, machine guns, and a large stockpile of ammunition, forming the foundation of their armed force.

Standing on a staircase, Castro raised a rifle high and shouted, "From today onwards, the Revolutionary Army is officially established! We will rally more people to join us and launch the fiercest attacks against the dictator!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

Hundreds of young men below raised their rifles and cheered in unison.

Back in the command room, Castro asked his friend, now a close comrade, "What do you think we should do next?"

"First, recruit more people. Second, create a sensation. Third, secure funds. We got our first batch of weapons on credit, but as our forces grow, we’ll need more weapons, equipment, and supplies. We need money."

Castro frowned.

"Recruiting people is easy. Creating a sensation? I believe if we win a battle against the government forces, it’ll create a big enough stir. But where do we get the money? Rob a bank?"

His friend shook his head. "Banks don’t actually hold that much cash unless you hit a central branch in the capital. I think there’s a place with more money than the largest bank in Cuba."

"Where?"

"The American casino!"

"There’s a huge amount of cash there. It’s by the sea, far from the city, with no stationed troops. Security is loose—it’s just American bodyguards."

"We can take a boat, raid the place, grab a few million dollars, and blow up the casino. That’ll create enough of a sensation to announce our presence to the world. It’s a win-win."

Castro’s eyes lit up.

"Great idea! Let’s do it!"

Their revolutionary movement would begin by robbing the American casino.

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