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In the underbelly of 1970s America, the stark clang of meat‑processing machinery and the cold efficiency of organized crime share a grim rhythm. Chicago’s Irish mob, hardened by years of territory wars, dispatches a tight‑knit unit of enforcers to the heart of Kansas City, where a local slaughterhouse serves as the unlikely focal point of a crooked cash flow. The landscape is drenched in soot‑colored daylight and night‑time neon, a world where the line between commerce and cruelty is razor‑thin, and every hallway feels as if it could lead to a butcher’s block or a bullet‑riddled showdown.

At the center of the mission is Nick Devlin, a battle‑scarred World War II veteran whose stoic composure masks a relentless dedication to the mob’s code. Devlin’s reputation is built on a blend of old‑school discipline and a willingness to confront violence head‑on, making him the perfect emissary for a job that demands both muscle and a measured, almost clinical, resolve. He travels with a small but capable crew, each member a specialist in their own grim trade, and among them a loose‑cannon figure known only as Weenie, whose unpredictable edge adds a volatile flavor to the otherwise methodical operation.

The premise hinges on a simple, brutal question: when money is taken from the mob’s coffers, how far will its enforcers go to collect? The atmosphere is thick with foreboding, a darkly comic undertone that underscores every scene of looming confrontation. As the Chicago team steps onto Kansas City soil, the tension between the unyielding mob ethos and the ruthless independence of the slaughterhouse’s owner promises a clash where loyalty, greed, and a code of silence will be tested in ways that feel both inevitable and unsettling.

Last Updated: December 04, 2025 at 23:05