"Oh… that is interesting." James said, as though he was mind-blown by it, that he didn't realize it sooner, that it was literally a country for gangsters… and he had sent his family here. "Not that safe then, huh?"
"There are rules to it James." Darvik said as he smiled. "You can't kill, can't operate your organization here, because we'll kill you. But that's how we became the safe spot for gangsters, even if they're enemies. In this country, they can't kill each other, because if they do, we hunt them down."
"Paradise for gangsters?" James smiled, as he put together every single piece of the story of Maraci.
They were collecting money from gangsters, from every rich criminal, and giving them a safe haven in Maraci. They couldn't kill each other, nor could any other country come in to arrest them. A safe country, that's what it was and still is.
"Yeah, and you're here now, with your family too, so we're offering you a deal, to be safe here."
"Really and for what?"
