America's Big Hero

"You have five minutes." Wells looked at his watch.

"10 minutes!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"OK!" After hanging up the phone, Sean immediately dialed again, "This is Sean, let Dart answer the call, immediately."

A minute later, Dart answered the phone, "Aren't you..."

"Shut up, within 2 minutes, immediately, immediately, make something happen to me, shoot or do anything, to attract the police, I believe, you will do it, right?"

"Okay." Dart knew that Sean was dealing with the people from Jersey City tonight, and maybe he also knew that the people from the Salamanga family had returned. He suddenly called with such a harsh tone, so he decided not to give it. Get yourself into trouble.

At this time, Sean still has time to call him, wanting to come...

"Notify the other gangs, and do the same, immediately."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Sean continued to dial out, what red Camilla, Dardani, after notifying several gangs in succession, Sean called Old Mike again.

He wants Old Mike to confirm through his channels whether there are any other forces in Salamanga in Newark, and he will kill the roots today.

After a series of phone calls, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that the group of gangsters in Newark would attract a lot of police force after their riots, and Wells would help to suppress them a little.

After all, now he is the winner and he has shown his strength.

From the Salamanga family, from the Newark bottom gang.

The rest is up to Bill, whether he can find a crane as quickly as possible.

Damn the Silamangans, you're going to get yourself into trouble if you die!

Coming out of the room, Sean glanced at the homeowner's family trembling at the door, "Well, I was in a hurry just now, and I caused some damage to your house, I'm sorry."

"However, I believe that the money I lost is enough to compensate you for your losses, right?"

Looking at the muzzle aimed at him, the host immediately nodded frantically, you are right.

"In addition, can I bother you to keep things tonight a secret? Just treat it as a magical night trip, he will be your fond memory, of course, you will keep it a secret, right?"

"Yes, yes, sir, we'll keep it secret, no, forget it altogether."

"That's good, guys, goodbye, I wish you a happy night!" After speaking, Sean beckoned people to get into the car, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

Until no one could be seen, the owner's family sat down on the ground and panted heavily.

Have a good fucking night!

……

Bill had already figured out what to do in the car.

Since Sean let Bill accept the factory, he has been doing a lot of external work, including the modification of the van before. Therefore, he knows Newark fairly well and knows where to find a crane.

As for how to persuade the people to drive with him in the middle of the night, Bill is very sure about this!

Driving into a construction vehicle rental company, the dog in the yard rushed over and barked loudly. Bill jumped out of the car and yelled at the dog. Maybe it was a murderous look or the smell of gunpowder on his body. The dog whined in fright and ran away with its tail between its legs.

A run-up climbed over the gate, and as soon as he jumped down, a big man in the security room rushed over with a gun. In the United States, this is not unusual at all.

Being pointed at by the gun, Bill didn't panic at all, he just raised his hand and pointed to the outside. The big man turned his head and saw that a man was squatting next to the vehicle, and the M16A2 in his hand was pointing at him.

He let go, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a 'click' sound. It looked like he was professional, and the big man didn't fight the gangsters for a meager salary.

"Can you drive a crane?" Bill asked aloud.

"No." The big man shook his head.

"Go, get in the car, help me find someone who can drive a crane, immediately, immediately."

"it is good!"

Communication between people is that simple!

After all, it was Sean’s man, with the same means. He opened the door and pointed a gun at the head of a thin man, “I need someone to drive a crane to help me with some errands. Will you? You have a second to agree.” I."

Communication between people is that simple!

In a hurry, he rushed back to the parking lot again, and the thin man drove the crane so hard that he was about to fly.

Q: Why can it drive so fast?

Answer: Because of enthusiasm!

It has nothing to do with whether there is a gun in the back of the head!

Really!

It's no wonder that Bill was so rude. He really wasted a lot of time back and forth, and Bill panicked.

He didn't know if Sean could stop the police from passing. This was not blocked with a gun before. After all, the road is so wide, and the police will not watch them swagger past with a crane.

Even if the police don't have much incentive to deal with gang fights.

Fortunately, Sean's mind was quick, and he launched the 'Zero Yuan Purchase' campaign in the middle of the night, and thousands of old blacks appeared all of a sudden, beating, smashing, and robbing... The whole Newark suddenly became chaotic. .

Wells was also furious when he received the news, this is fucking discrediting the police!

In the middle of the night, the mayor called to question him. After cursing for a while, he could only focus on the affairs of the city and get rid of these damned black people first.

Primarily disperse, supplemented by arrest.

There is no way, the police force is really insufficient, and if they are all arrested, the district attorney will be crazy, but they don't have time to handle so many cases, even if they are merged, it will make people crazy.

One is workload, one is public opinion, one is votes, and the other is the capacity of the prison.

American prisons are all privately owned, and profit and loss must be considered.

Anyway, under all kinds of problems, the black problem is a kind of disaster in the United States. Compared with the police, gangs have greater control over the black people at the bottom, so gangs are indispensable.

The unrestrained blacks at the bottom are even more terrifying, especially in Newark where 60% of the population is black.

Need each other, interweave each other.

Sean took advantage of this to restrain the police force and give the crane enough time to be creative.

Seeing the crane coming, Sean let out a big sigh of relief, damn it, he finally caught up.

With a "boom", the suspended wheels of the van fell heavily on the ground, but what frightened the thin young man was that a lot of blood flowed out from the compartment of the van amidst the violent vibrations...

Chapter 34: Agreement

"This thousand is your salary tonight, are you satisfied?" Sean climbed to the side of the crane cab, took out 1000 dollars and stuffed them into the young man's hands with a smile.

Holding a roll of money, the young man smiled immediately, "Very satisfied, sir."

"Where are you tonight?"

"I'm sleeping at home, sir, sleeping soundly, knowing nothing."

"Very well, how did the lock in your house break?"

"The lock was broken and I couldn't open it, so I was very angry and shot the lock."

"Young man, you have a very flexible mind. I am very optimistic about you!" Sean gave a thumbs up, "Dongchang needs people like you!"

"Uh...hehe, hehe." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, thinking about the bloody carriage, he decided to forget it.

"Don't rush to refuse, everyone has their own strengths, of course I won't put you where you shouldn't be." Sean smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, "Okay, that's for the future things, talk about something else now."

Then, he took out another 1000 and handed it over, "This is for your boss, the cost of renting a car."

"This one for that security guard." This time it was $500.

"You won't be corrupt, are you?" Sean asked with a smile.

"No, of course not!"

"That's good. Goodbye. I wish you a good dream tonight." After saying that, Sean jumped out of the car, and the group drove into the car and disappeared into the night.

The young man also drove the crane back towards the way he had come.

……

After a climax, there is always a period of silence. After the firefight last night, Sean chose to be quiet for a period of time.

In addition to dropping a paper bag next to Director Wells' car in the early morning of October 10th.

But again, someone helped to deliver a message. Someone wanted to meet Sean. This time, we will not talk about Sierramanga. There is no more Sierramanga. We will only talk about the Newark issue.

That night, Sean chartered a yacht and met someone at the Jersey City marina who wanted to talk to him.

The person who came was a black man, wearing a blue shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, slightly curly hair, a bit high hairline, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a straight waist, and a decent formulaic smile on his face.

Bill went up to search him, and a group of people behind him immediately rushed up to stop the black man with fierce faces.

Bill turned to look at Sean.

Sean stood on the yacht, staring at the smiling person on the trestle.

After a while, Sean pointed at the person and said, "I don't like you."

"You stand too straight, which shows that you are an extremely confident person, and self-confidence can handle everything."

"Wearing gold-rimmed glasses shows that you claim to be intelligent enough to deal with any situation and anyone."

"Shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, it means that you are a very disciplined person with a strong desire to control, and you don't like anything happening beyond your control."

"Others will think that your smile is kind and non-aggressive, but I am on the contrary. Your smile means that you have not regarded yourself as inferior or anyone's subordinates. You have a rebellious bone in the back of your head!"

Every time Sean said something, the eyes of the visitor became sharper, and the other people at the scene looked at each other in blank dismay, completely wondering how they could see so many things from a person's clothing and figure as soon as they met.

The men who came here had to admit that what Xiao En said was right, which was amazing, and it also gave them a new view on this newcomer who rose suddenly and wiped out Silamanga in one fell swoop.

Not only are the means fierce, but the force is strong, and the mind is even stronger!

'Papapapa' came and applauded gently, "Sean Rockefeller, I have to say that the destruction of Salamanga was not wronged, their end was doomed, even if they didn't take the initiative to provoke you, They don't live long, and when you show up in Newark, it's meant to be your place."

"Introduce yourself, my name is Gustavo Flynn, from Mexico."

"Okay, come up." Sean waved his hand, Bill stepped aside, Gustavo also waved his hand to let the men he brought wait below, and boarded the yacht alone.

The yacht slowly drove towards the Statue of Liberty not far away, and the two stood on the bow, blowing the sea breeze, and it was Sean who spoke first, "What I said just now is actually not important."

"Then what's important." Gustavo looked at Sean with great interest. He had been in the Pan-Drug Group for so long and had seen many criminals. To be honest, he didn't even look down on him, and Sean this The fledgling smugglers were the first to impress him.

That is to say, he doesn't know the phrase 'today the heroes are the only ones who make the king and Cao Er', otherwise, he has to say it.

"I just don't like your aura, which becomes the focus as soon as you appear on the stage." Sean turned his head and looked straight at Gustavo, "The focus of the crowd should be me, and it can only be me. "

In other words, Gustavo was too aggressive.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Gustavo shrugged without sincerity.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

"I originally wanted to mediate the relationship between you and the Salamanga family, but now there is no need."

"I don't think you are qualified to mediate. The people of Salamanga must die. You know, I got a bullet here in the back of my head, which was shot by the Salamanga family. So, regardless of whether there is anything behind, I will kill them all, sooner or later."

Gustavo finally couldn't hold back his expression anymore, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and couldn't help cursing inwardly, why the hell didn't he shoot you to death!

Seramanga deserved to be wiped out, damn it, it's not easy to kill people.

"And now?" Sean was not interested in talking about a group of dead people.

"I don't know if you're going to be a drug dealer." Gustavo got straight to the point. It's pointless to beat around the bush with someone like Sean.

Sean shook his head, "I don't like the little profit of drug pots."

Gustavo was surprised by Sean's statement that even the profits of drug smuggling were not worth looking at, and he didn't think that the profits of smuggling alcohol would be higher.

This is a technical problem.

"Then this market is still ours?" Gustavo asked.

"You, or Eladio? Ha ha." Sean smiled playfully.

"Eladio, at least it's Eladio now." Now that Beshawn made something clear, he no longer hides it.

"It doesn't matter, first, don't bring me trouble, and second, I want a layer of dividends."

"Don't you look down on the profits of drug pots?"

"Looking down and wanting to or not are two different concepts." Sean snorted, "The site is mine, and maintenance requires cost. You only need to distribute it every time. I don't know that Seramanga smoked before How much is proportional, but I am the master of my territory."