America's Big Hero

"Beauty Syndicate" Author: Fireworks Bright

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In 1984, the appearance of Sean added another fire to the already chaotic public order in the United States and poured another barrel of oil...

What?You say he's a source of chaos and a total badass?

you are gone!

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Chapter 1: Sean Rockefeller

August 1984, 8, Huntington Pizza, Jones Street, Newark, New Jersey.

There were only three diners in the store, a fat black man with a bald head was eating his steak, and the other two were sitting at the door, flipping through the newspapers in their hands boredly.

The back door of the kitchen was opened from the outside, and a handsome white man with a tall, tall nose and deep eyes rushed into the back kitchen in a hurry, and hugged him heavily under the astonished eyes of the boss and chef.

"Sean, what are you doing?" The fat boss asked with a frown after breaking free.

The man named Xiao En shouted excitedly: "I tell you good news, I'm here to resign with you!"

"Damn it, you're crazy, say it again." The fat boss's face turned stinky instantly.

"I'm fucking quitting, hahaha, I just got a call saying that my dead father, whom I have never met, is dead, and I have inherited a large fortune!" Sean blushed excitedly, and shook his fist heavily. .

At this time, there was a sudden sound of brakes, and the silver-white Buick stopped in front of the pizza shop.

The car door opened, and two bald-headed twin brothers wearing silver-gray suits and beards, one on the left and one on the right, got out of the car.

"Boss, it's the Salamanga family!" The two sitting at the door put down the newspaper and looked up.

The fat black man didn't seem to hear anything, he still lowered his head and ate the steak with relish, with the momentum of a mountain collapsed in front of him without chaos.

Without any nonsense, the bald man in the silver-gray suit pulled out two submachine guns from his pocket.

"Da da da" "da da da" metal storm raging sound.

The two bodyguards were beaten into sieves before they had time to react. The fat black man, who was calm just now, turned around and was about to run away. As soon as he stood up, he was knocked to the ground by the bullets.

A shuttle of bullets emptied, the bald head threw the submachine gun back into the car, pulled out the pistol from his waist again, aimed at the squirming black fat man and frantically pulled the trigger until the sound of an empty gun came, and the two glanced blankly. Throw the pistol into the car again.

Get out of the car, kill people, get in the car, and leave, 30 seconds before and after, leaving only the pizza shop ravaged by the metal storm like a waste area and five corpses lying in a pool of blood.

Sean was lying on the ground, his eyes widened, his five fingers gripping the ground tightly, and his face was full of horror, despair, and unwillingness. I haven't inherited a large amount of inheritance, and I haven't had time to enjoy life.

In the dead pizzeria, Sean's body suddenly twitched. The bones and flesh at the back of the head began to squirm slowly. A metal bullet shot most of it was slowly squeezed out, and fell to the ground with a 'ding', breaking the scene. dead silence.

"Ah!!" With a painful groan, Wang Zhen sat up from the ground, clutching the back of his head.

Who said that being shot through the brain would lead to painless death?

He exhaled lightly, and brought his hands from the back of his head to his eyes, blood dripping from his palms onto his body.

He glanced at the messy storefront, and grabbed the bullet beside him with his blood-stained palm.

I got headshot again... huh.

The blood on his hands proves that all this is true. Although he is not a good person, but...

Waves of dizziness came, his head hurt badly, there was a double image in front of his eyes, his mind seemed to be thrown into a broken machine, his thoughts were chaotic, Wang Zhen covered his head and screamed again.

His mind was like a tofu brain that had been disturbed, he couldn't think normally at all, he only had one thought, the murder scene, the police would be there soon, and he had to leave here immediately.

My head hurts and my mind is confused. I only vaguely remember that there is a back door here. After staggering a few steps, I gradually walked steadily. The moment I opened the back door, I recalled the few words I heard before I died, "Seramanga House"!

No matter who it is, I remember you, Wang Zhen closed his palms together, holding the bullet tightly.

Walking to the back street, he raised his hand to cover his glare, and walked in one direction with a drowsy head, instinctively remembering that there was his own residence here.

Xiao En just walked on the street covered in blood, and when he got home in a daze, it took him a long time to open the door. The moment the door closed, Wang Zhen lost his strength, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness .

……

Noisy police cars sounded, and the pizzeria was quickly surrounded by the police. The police held their guns, their faces were tense, and their steps were brisk.

"Well, it seems that the gangsters have already run away." Inserting the pistol back and scanning the scene, a young man looked at the mess and said in surprise: "Is this a fucking war started? How many shots were fired?" ?!"

"There's one more person." Another older policeman said standing where Sean was lying just now.

"Old Mike, are you sure."

"Look here." The white man who was called Mike walked to the back door, pointed to the blood on the doorknob and said, "The person opened the door from here and walked away."

"Okay, I'll go to the nearby stores and residents to ask." Then he turned and walked outside.

Two hours later...

"Here." Mike Ermenshot looked up at the house number to confirm again.

"Bang bang bang." Rich Roberts knocked hard on the door. "Is anyone there?"

"Bang bang bang..."

"Sean, I know you are at home. Open the door. We are the police. Please cooperate with the investigation of a murder case. If you don't open the door, I will break in!"

In the room, Sean's eyelids moved and slowly opened, his eyes were out of focus, obviously not fully awake yet.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Rich Roberts took a few steps back and then rushed forward and slammed into the door forcefully.

After a few strokes, the overwhelmed door was knocked open with a bang, and Mike rushed in immediately with a pistol in hand, and at a glance he saw Sean covered in blood slowly getting up from the ground.

"Don't move, cop!"

Turned over and sat on the ground, Sean looked up at the black hole pointing at his head, then looked at the police badges on the two men, and said calmly: "I see, then, the two police officers What's wrong with breaking into my house?"

It took about two hours to get the information from the neighbors of the pizza shop, then find out the address, and come to the door. Sean is much better now.

Old Mike and the two looked at each other, obviously surprised that Sean was so calm, "Two hours ago, Jones Street, Huntington Pizza, do you need me to remind you?"

"Well, although I can tell you directly that I was in the back kitchen when the attack happened, and I didn't know who fired the shots. I am a victim and not a criminal, but..." Sean shrugged and got up from the ground , looked down at the bloody clothes and palms on his body, then raised his head and said: "Wait for me, I'm going to take a shower, it's really uncomfortable."

"Also, call an ambulance for me, or take me to the hospital first." Sean reached out and pointed to the back of his head: "There is a big opening here, although the blood has coagulated, but wound debridement and wound cleaning are still needed." Stitch."

Are you teaching me to do things?

Rich Roberts pointed at Sean's muzzle and moved, you fucking figured out your identity, you are a criminal suspect, and I am the policeman!

It's never your turn to order me!

"Don't move, I advise you to stay still." Rich Roberts, whose authority was provoked, said with a cold face: "You fled from the crime scene, before there is no evidence to prove that you are not a criminal, you'd better be honest. "

Sean frowned, looked Rich Roberts up and down, took a deep breath and said, "If you can find this place, you must already know that I am an employee of the pizza shop."

"Why can't the employee be one of the murderers?"

"Whether you can prove that I am guilty is your problem. Before I can't prove that I am a criminal, then I am innocent, a legal citizen, a taxpayer, and no doubt. This is the civilization and progress of modern criminal justice. It is the basic guarantee of human rights. I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself. I can definitely sue you for human rights violations and abuse.” Sean stared at the other party without retreating. As a criminal, the first thing is to understand how to deal with the police. deal with.

I am white, and the other party did not dare to shoot without sufficient reason.

And this is the America where freedom is in the air, police?

what!

Rich Roberts was taken aback by what he said, and he also noticed the problem, but it was embarrassing, "I don't think a waiter in a pizza shop understands any legal provisions."

"Ha, now you have another charge, you are discriminating, discriminating against service workers, you are a police officer, you represent the policing system, you mean the entire Newark police system discriminates against service workers Is it?" A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Sean's mouth, and Rich Roberts was even more angry when he saw it.

As a mature master who has experienced countless wind and frost baptisms, taking words out of context and expanding them infinitely, isn't this the basic quality?

If he suffers from bickering, Xiao En feels sorry for the party state, the people, and the sick physical education teacher.

"You, you fart!" Rich Roberts blushed, it was impossible to shoot, but...it was hard to get off.

"Okay, young man, don't you want to take a shower?" Old Mike didn't want to talk at first, and he was going to retire in a few days. He really didn't want to care about this kind of thing.

Looking up at the old Mike who spoke for the first time since entering the door, he was indifferent and quiet, without the aggressive smell of Rich Roberts next to him. Sean grinned, "I don't know the name of this police officer yet."

"Just call me Old Mike."

"Old Mike, yes, thank you."

After all, I stopped looking at Rich Roberts and started undressing myself.

……

New York State, Westchester County.

On the upper reaches of the Hudson River, one hour's drive from Manhattan Island, New York, there is a world-renowned manor. The manor covers an area of ​​4000 acres and 1600 million square meters, which is equivalent to five Yuanmingyuan.

Its owner's name is: the Rockefeller family.

"Tomorrow's funeral, are you ready?" A middle-aged lady in a white dress asked the old housekeeper in front of her.

"It's all ready, ma'am." The butler with a neatly trimmed beard said with a slightly British bow.

"Has the illegitimate child been notified?"

"Notified."

Chapter 2: Taking it easy

Rich Roberts breathed a sigh of relief when Old Mike cleared the siege. His face still looked aggrieved. He put down the muzzle of the gun but did not put it back into the pouch. He still held it in his hand and stared at Sean warily.

Old Mike shook his head slightly. He was so aggressive when he was young, but his edges and corners were gradually smoothed out, and he became filthy.

"Do you need to keep it as evidence?" Sean took off his clothes and pants, reached out to pick them up, and handed them over.

"Give it to me." Seeing that Old Mike was silent, Rich Roberts took a deep breath, reached out to take it with a cold face, and watched Sean walking towards the bathroom, couldn't help but said again: "Hey, you..."

"Don't worry, I will open the bathroom door and let you watch me take a shower." Sean waved his hands and walked into the bathroom without looking back, without looking at Rich Roberts from the beginning to the end.

The shower water splashed down and sprinkled on Sean's head. The water flowed from the wound on the back of his head, bringing bursts of tingling pain, but Sean enjoyed it a little.

The tingling pain was so real, telling myself that everything was real.

I don't know why, I died, but I was resurrected by this man named Sean Rockefeller, but the reason is not important anymore, the most important thing is that I am alive.

The two memories, including emotions, were all fused together and inherited by the current him, as if the soul was completely fused.

Since this is the United States, from now on, I am Sean K. Rockefeller!

K stands for king, king, and is also the inheritance of the surname '王'.

As for the trouble just now...

The gangsters are fighting each other and machine guns are firing. It is indeed a country where the air is filled with freedom.

It's very American!

With eyes closed, he took a deep breath of the air called freedom with a face of enjoyment, and the sweet smell of desire came to his nostrils.

There is nothing more suitable for yourself than here!

Stretching out his hand, water was poured on his hand, and he slowly clenched his fist. The corner of Sean's mouth curled up slightly. He felt that he had grasped the pulse of time.

In the living room, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Rich Roberts frowned and looked at Old Mike, "Mike, don't you think this guy is acting too abnormally?"

"You've seen what happened at the scene. It's the same as the battlefield. Who knows how many bullets those guys shot out. In this situation, you can run home after being hit in the head. This is definitely not something that ordinary pizza shop waiters can do. of."

"Ordinary people can remain calm and refute when faced with police questioning after being injured in a shooting homicide?"

"I know the guy who died. He was a gang member. There is no outsider in the pizza shop. I'm sure this guy is a gang member!"

"As long as you open a breakthrough in him, you can find out who committed the crime!"

Old Michael pulled a chair and sat down, and said slowly: "You can ask slowly when you go back."

In fact, Old Mike didn't suspect Sean at all. He had been a policeman for nearly 30 years, and there was no information on the streets of Newark that could hide him.

The fat black man who died was named Daniel, nicknamed 'Truck', the gang leader in this area, this is a typical gang vendetta, and it has a strong warning meaning.

The perpetrator is a veteran, quick, clean, ruthless, and has no regard for the life and death of ordinary people. He is very familiar with his work style, and he is the only one in Newark.

Mafia family 'The Salamanga family'.

Evidence, no, and no need, these are experiences.

It is impossible to solve the case. The Salamanga family has been standing for decades and has a set of very mature rules of action. After finishing the matter, the members of the action team are now out of New Jersey.

And Sean, the old Mike didn't think he was a gang member. He had been in the police system for 30 years, and he could smell the smell of gang members hundreds of meters away.