America's Big Hero

As for why he behaved so differently from ordinary people in the face of vendetta attacks and injuries, it may be due to special experience, or a strong heart. Everyone has their own secrets, and Old Mike doesn't care.

Drying his body with a towel, the wound on the back of his head was flushed by the water and blood began to ooze again. Sean didn't care, he walked out of the bathroom with a relaxed expression, found a set of clean clothes and put them on.

"Let's go, two police officers, what a pity, it seems that you didn't call an ambulance, so you can only go to the hospital first." Walking in front of Mike and the two, Sean said with a smile.

"You... When you arrive at the police station, I'll see how arrogant you are." Richie said while staring at Sean, biting his lower lip.

"Is there? Then I think you must have misunderstood something." Sean's expression remained unchanged, and he walked past Rich and walked out the door, "I am an employee of a pizza shop and a victim of this shooting incident. One of them was injured in the attack and suffered a huge mental shock and trauma. As a taxpayer, now, isn’t it reasonable for me to ask to go to the hospital?”

"You don't look like a traumatized person." Rich snorted.

"Only a doctor is qualified to judge this point. Now, I am closing the door. Two police officers, can you come out first?"

"FK!" Rich cursed in a low voice with an ugly face, and old Mike walked out as if nothing had happened.

After locking the door, Sean walked ahead of the two, "I won't complain about your insulting me, so you're welcome."

……

"Here." A man with brown hair parted sideways and a rectangular face full of wrinkles stood at the door of Sean's room.

Reach out and knock on the door, "Bang bang bang."

"Sean, open the door!"

After not seeing anyone for a long time, the man frowned, turned and walked towards the neighbor's house next to him.

Knock on the door, say hello, and the door opens a crack.

"Hi, my name is Saul, Saul Goodman, and I'm a lawyer." Saul handed over his business card and said, "I'm here to see Sean. Excuse me, when does he usually come back?"

"Him?" The black man looked down at the bright card, and then opened the door completely, "Normally, it's 10 o'clock in the evening, but if you want to find him, you'd better go to the police station. Two policemen came just now and brought Sean to him. gone."

"Take it away? Why?"

"Then I don't know." The black man shook his head and said regretfully.

"Okay, I got it, thank you." Saul thanked him and returned to his broken Suzuki car. After several struggles, he finally started the ignition, and after a puff of black smoke came out, he drove towards the police station.

……

The police car stopped at the gate of the hospital. Sean, who opened the door and got out of the car, did not enter the hospital. Instead, he turned around and blocked the door, leaned over to Richie who was about to get out of the car, and said, "It looks like you are a newcomer."

Rich didn't speak, and stared at Sean with a dark face, waiting for the next step.

"If I were you, I would have closed the door when I was in my house, and then beat me up. No one saw it anyway, and the police officer who was watching obviously couldn't testify that you beat me. .”

"And I'm about to go into the hospital now. After a series of examinations, how many injuries I have suffered will be recorded. So, unfortunately, you have lost your only chance to vent your anger, honest Mr. Police."

"You!!" Rich gritted his back molars, his face darkened even more.

"Believe me, young man, even if you don't do it, I have many ways to teach you a lesson." Old Mike pushed open the car door and got out.

"Don't be angry, I don't have any malicious intentions." Sean smiled and spread his hands, "Believe me, I'm doing it for his own good, being too upright as a policeman will kill him."

Sean and Old Mike walked in front, and Rich walked behind like a follower, his face darkened all the time, and his heart was secretly working hard.

"It seems that the bullet hit the back of your head after being ejected indoors. The bullet has lost much kinetic energy. Otherwise, you should be in the morgue now." A young doctor said holding up the film in his hand.

"Aside from this 3cm long wound on the back of the head, it's just a mild concussion."

"In the past few days, there will be some disturbance of consciousness, followed by amnesia of recent events, and some other symptoms, such as dizziness, nausea, tinnitus, insomnia, photophobia, anorexia, vomiting, etc., which usually disappear after a week."

"You're lucky, thank the Lord."

"I also feel lucky." Sean grinned, showing his standard eight teeth.

"You don't need anesthesia, just get stitches." In the surgical emergency room, Xiao En smiled and waved to the doctor holding the anesthetic.

"Are you sure, it hurts." The doctor looked at Sean in surprise.

"Pain can make people remember something better, and it will remind me to remember." Sean squinted his eyes and said: "I will never give others a chance to point a gun at myself!"

The doctor shrugged and didn't say anything. He picked up the curved needle and pierced the flesh of the wound directly. The muscles on Sean's face kept beating, but his body remained motionless.

Seeing the flesh being pierced by the needle, picked up, pulled, stitched, and knotted, Rich subconsciously swallowed, feeling that Sean was abnormal, and normal people could not do this kind of behavior.

Old Mike took a deep look at Sean, then turned and walked out, leaning against the wall outside the emergency room to take a nap.

……

After waiting for a long time, Saul almost fell asleep on the seat, and finally saw Sean walking beside the two policemen.

He stood up and straightened his suit, showing a professional smile, stood up and strode up to meet him.

"Hello, officers, this is Sean's attorney, and my name is Saul Goodman."

Rich took a look at Saul's lawyer's certificate in shock, but the three of them were together all the way, and Sean never called a lawyer at all.

"Your client just shot at the scene of the homicide and escaped with injuries. We suspect that he was a participant in the shooting." Rich disliked lawyers very much, and handed back his lawyer's certificate with a cold face.

"As a legal citizen and taxpayer, my client was injured in the shootout. The law and order environment in Newark has become worse and worse over the past few years. This is the police's negligence. I will challenge the work of the police on behalf of my client. We Where is the taxpayer's money spent?" Saul immediately showed his lawyer's hard side.

Although I don't know exactly what's going on, it's right to ask questions.

Chapter 3: Papa Dead

"I will be speaking with my client privately and no questions will be answered until then."

"Okay Saul, the matter is very simple." Sean patted Saul's arm and explained the matter in detail, "Get them done, I'll take a break and feel very dizzy."

Sean's attitude is very casual. The American judiciary is the most complicated and perfect. The police have very little power. In the United States, which attaches great importance to freedom, the police detaining people is equivalent to restricting freedom. There must be sufficient evidence and reasons, and report to the local authorities. Prosecutor's Office.

Of course, that is when the lawyer is present and willing to defend the client.

Just like now.

After half an hour...

When Saul called up Sean's identity information and pointed to the surname 'Rockefeller' to Mike and the two of them, most of the problem was solved.

Don't doubt, there are too few Rockefellers.

Coupled with the fact that Sean participated in the war against Grenada a year ago, Reagan signed the code-named 'Rage', which also fully explained why Sean faced the attack and the police calmly dealt with it.

Therefore, after Saul agreed to cooperate in recording a statement, the two left the police station directly.

"Okay, now you can tell me, what did you call me in such a hurry to ask me to come over?" Saul asked after leaving the police station and getting into the car.

The two were friends ten years ago, when Saul was still 'Slick Jimmy', Sean's mother hadn't died of a drug overdose, he was still in a noble private high school, and he hadn't fallen down enough to join the army.

"Ask you to come here?" Sean was stunned for a moment, then patted his head and said, "I almost got shot in the head just now, so I completely forgot about it."

"I got a call earlier that my father, whom I had never met, had died and I was going to inherit an inheritance."

"Who is your father?" Saul asked casually.

"Philmont D. Rockefeller."

"Oh, Rockefeller..." In the middle of speaking, Saul's eyes suddenly widened, and he turned to look at Sean and shouted: "Rockefeller!"

"Damn it, brake!!" Saul slammed the gas pedal to the bottom as soon as he was excited, and the broken Suzuki flew out, and Sean was so scared that his face turned pale with a scream.

'Bah! ’ There was a harsh sound of sudden braking, and the car barely stopped in front of the street lights, and Sol panted heavily and patted his chest, "It's okay, it's okay."

"You're fucking sick, you're so excited!" Sean yelled angrily. He had just been shot in the head, and he almost had a car accident.

"Your father, whose surname is Rockefeller, can I not be excited!" Saul was sweating coldly, but the excitement on his face remained undiminished.

"Fucking nonsense, my name is Rockefeller, what else could my father be called?"

Sol blinked, "Uh... that's right."

Bai was so excited that he thought it was Rockefeller from the first consortium in the United States.

Seeing how Saul almost killed himself just now, Sean decided not to tell him the truth.

It is indeed the Rockefeller who is the number one in the United States, and he is about to inherit part of the Rockefeller family's inheritance. That amount may instantly make a person completely free of wealth.

It's just that he can't get excited at all now.

Nobody gets excited about a legacy after getting two headshots in a row in a short period of time.

There is great terror between life and death!

With his arm on the car window, he turned his head and looked out the window. Compared with excitement, Sean now is more concerned with the raging greed and desire in his heart.

rich!

Powerful!

Whether it was in his previous life or this life, he never wanted to experience the experience of being headshot again.

Don't give anyone a chance to point a gun at yourself!

The car was parked in front of the house. He had lost so much blood just now. Now Sean was very tired. As an old acquaintance, there was nothing to be polite. He took a pizza from the refrigerator and warmed it up. After eating in a hurry, he rested.

Tomorrow, he had to drive early to attend the funeral in Westchester County, New York State, and Sean didn't want to be listless.

Lying on the bed, unable to sleep, Xiao En had complicated feelings towards this old man whom he had never met.

When I was a child, I went to a noble private school. Everyone else had a father, but Sean didn't have one. He hated and longed for it.

Thinking back now, my mother didn't have a job and secretly took drugs, but the family had money to send him to a private school. I think it was the child support paid by the father.

Originally, I didn't care so much when I grew up, but I occasionally thought that now I was reminded of dusty memories. In the third year of high school, my mother died of a drug overdose, and he dropped out of school to be with Sol after cutting off his living expenses. It is lucky to wander the streets, not go to jail, and not die on the streets.

After that, Sol was taken away by the barrister's brother, and he couldn't get along and joined the army.

Tomorrow, tomorrow...

……

On August 1984, 8, a battered yellow Suzuki was bouncing up and down the road from New York to Westchester County.

"You're fucking rich, you know that!"

"Damn it, I really didn't expect that you are really a member of the Rockefeller family!" In the driver's seat, Saul blushed with excitement, shouting, patting the steering wheel with his palms, and making a loud noise from the horn.

"I always thought your surname was Rockefeller just by coincidence!"

"You never fucking said that!"

"Sol, can you fucking shut up, shit, you've already yelled all the way, damn it, why don't you keep your voice dry." Sean grabbed the handle on the window, turned his head and gritted his teeth and looked over.

Sol's hair was blown by the wind, his forehead was shiny, the veins on his neck were bulging, his mouth opened and closed, and his little tongue was clearly visible.

Therefore, it was the most correct choice not to tell Sol the truth yesterday, otherwise he would not be able to sleep all night if he was so noisy.

"Drive well, shit, I don't want to die on the road before I'm about to inherit a big fortune!" Sean said, rolling his eyes.

"Of course, of course, don't worry, I'm an old driver." Sol calmed down a little, but his face was still full of the aftertaste of orgasm, "But, aren't you excited?"

"That is the Rockefeller family, the first family in the United States, the head of the top ten financial groups, synonymous with power and wealth!"

"Excited, of course I'm excited." As he spoke, Sean didn't bother to look at him, and his mouth was perfunctory.

"But you don't look excited at all."

"I just found out yesterday, can I still be excited, you are sick."

"So, why didn't you tell me the good news yesterday!" Saul got excited again, "Normal people will always be excited, you freak, that's Rockefeller, the whole of America..."

"I don't know!" Sean roughly interrupted Saul with a wave of his hand, holding his head in his hands, "Keep an eye on the road, okay, I beg you, you've said this dozens of times, shit , I know how awesome he is, but so what?"

"So what?" Saul grinned at Sean, and just about to say something, someone waved his hand on the road ahead to stop.

Chapter 4: Crazy Thor

A waiter wearing a black welcome dress and a tall hat stepped up, "This is the Rockefeller Manor, may I ask what's the matter?"

"Hello, we are here to attend the funeral." Saul showed a professional smile, pointed to Sean next to him, "This is the son of Mr. Philemon D. Rockefeller."

"This is an invitation card." Sol picked up the invitation card and handed it over. The black invitation card was embroidered with sterling silver and printed, solemn, low-key, and luxurious.

The waiter took it and looked at it, then bent down to look at Sean, and then said: "The Rockefeller family welcomes you two, please park your car here."

Sean looked in the direction of the waiter's finger, and there was a forest over there.

Sol drove the car into the woods only to find that it turned out to be a parking lot. Trees and flowers of various colors separated each parking space.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Sol's face was full of amazement, "Sean, do you know that this must be designed to prevent vehicles from destroying the beauty of the entire manor, and it is impossible to see it from the outside. Parking lot, what is luxury, what is exquisite, this is it!"

this one?Sean glanced left and right, too lazy to express any thoughts.