America's Big Hero

Diane Lane's fair skin was already very hydrated, but it was still rosy from the inside to the outside at the moment, making it even more gorgeous and charming. Wells' eyes were a little straightened.

Sean raised his mouth and introduced Diane Lane to Wells.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful lady." Wells stretched out his hand very gentlemanly, but Sean grabbed it first.

"Okay, Director Wells, I just need her to shake hands with you." Sean blinked, Diane Lane covered her mouth and giggled, Wells rolled her eyes .

"Damn it, Sean, don't let me shake hands, you are going too far!"

"You think I'm so happy." Sean's face was full of pride, he waved Diane Lane to the other side, and then said with a smile: "Do you want to know what you need to pay attention to to live a happy life with beautiful women?"

"My mother doesn't need to know this for messing with Falk, what I need is a beautiful woman!" Wells scolded with a black face, which made Sean laugh out loud.

It's like how to drive a Ferrari with one hand is more handsome. What I need is how to drive it. What I lack is a Ferrari!

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and then Wells said about the topic of today's appointment with Sean, "You need to reduce the size of your private lottery, and now it has attracted the attention of the other company."

"Private lottery? What private lottery? What does it have to do with me?" Sean looked confused.

Wells turned to Sean with an unfriendly expression, "Don't mess around if you don't understand, everyone in the surrounding area knows everyone, do you really think that the lottery company is blind, do you think they have no means?"

Sean spread his hands, the meaning is obvious, so what should we do?

The money is there, I can't just watch and make money.

"Stupid, do you understand the rules? Don't play Powerball and Mega Millions. Every state has its own lottery. You can play the lottery in New York State, Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia. They are all in this country. The lottery tickets sold by Zhou, whether you sell them or not will not affect their income, and they will not come across the state to trouble you, if you insist on eating Powerball, you will not be afraid of choking to death!" Wells cursed angrily.

"Hiss!" Sean was taken aback and then gasped.

Damn, if you want to talk about how to commit crimes, you still have to count you policemen!

This method is really a punishment!

You, a police chief, know a lot of fucking things!

This is indeed my own problem. After all, I still have little experience in gang operations, and I take it for granted.

Sean nodded to show his understanding, then changed the subject, talked about filming, and chatted for a while, asking Wells to introduce himself to the police chiefs of Jersey City and several other cities.

He had just expressed his goodwill by providing free services to all the local policemen through the 'Shawn Fitness Club' as usual, and he hadn't visited the pier in person.

Now that there is a mistake in the private lottery, it's better to move around, and it will also open the way for the security company. He can't legally own firearms in several other cities, which is a bit inconvenient.

In addition, some businesses are ready to expand, and the relationship needs to be moved.

After returning, Sean ordered Jonas to gradually stop the private lottery of Powerball and Mega Millions, and slowly set the direction of the lottery to the lotteries in the surrounding states. Anyway, what lottery players want is the thrill of gambling, as long as there are prizes Open, they don't care that much.

……

Acomo Appler sat in an unremarkable car parked on a road with little traffic to the north of his house.

Not long after the car stopped here, a car drove nearby and stopped. Akomo Apple got out of his car, walked over and opened the door and sat in. The car started up again and drove forward.

"Akomo Apple, Mr. Governor doesn't want to ask about your affairs, but you are making too much trouble!" As soon as Akomo Apple got into the car, the driver turned his head and said with a gloomy face.

"Dirk, I said that I didn't do it, do you believe it?" Acomo's face was extremely ugly, so gloomy that water dripped out.

The driver's name is Dirk Dudley, who is the secretary of the governor's office. He also acts very low-key in the governor's office on weekdays, but everyone knows that he is a die-hard confidant of the governor.

"Which thing you didn't do?" Dirk Dudley sneered.

The car suddenly fell into an eerie silence. It took a long time before Dirk Dudley said sorry, but Acomo's face was still ugly, and he gritted his teeth and did not speak.

"I didn't send anyone to kill anyone, including that damned private doctor. I didn't even know that it was all a conspiracy, and someone was plotting against me!" Acomo said, gritting his back molars.

"Do you believe it yourself?" Dirk Dudley looked over expressionlessly.

"I..." Acomo was just depressed for a moment, and then he said firmly again: "If it were someone else, I would definitely not believe it, but I know if I did it myself!"

"Someone put a target on me. I don't know what his purpose is, whether he has enmity with me or something else, but the other party has obviously planned for a long time."

Speaking of this, Acomo gasped violently. If it wasn't for the mastermind behind the scenes, everything would still be the same as before, and his son wouldn't be able to find out at all. After all, "they" are also brothers, and they look alike.

Who the hell would speculate on the so-called blood type!

Dirk Dudley slowed down the car, turned his head to stare at Acomo, and wondered whether what the other party said was true or not. After all, this answer was something he hadn't thought about before he came.

After a while, Dirk Dudley couldn't be sure, and could only say: "No matter what the reason is, solve all the troubles as soon as possible. In the public, there were four shootings, and 18 people have died. Newspapers and TV are all about it." There are reports that the governor is also under a lot of pressure."

"I will." Acomo took a deep breath and whispered.

The car made a detour and returned to the original place. Acomo opened the door and went down. Dirk drove the car and disappeared on the street. He had to go back and tell Mr. Governor.

Acomo got into his car, sat in the back row and immediately covered his stomach. Cold sweat oozed from his head. He reached out to take out the medicine tremblingly, and swallowed it without thinking about drinking water.

Originally, the operation plan was all set, but now Acomo dare not go to the operating table at all.

Now he must firmly grasp the power in his hands and never relax for a moment, otherwise, people in the Dimio Group will have an excuse to let him abdicate. A good family will not let themselves go.

I will die, I will die when I was a child, and the whole family will die!

He must hold on now, must hold on to this difficulty.

"What's the news from Soprano's house?" Acomo asked after recovering for a long time.

"Tony took his family and ran away. According to the information so far, he may have gone to Passaic." The man in the black suit sitting in the co-pilot turned his head and said.

"What? Passaic is not our territory, is it?" Acomo looked puzzled.

"Yes sir, it used to be the territory of Salamanga, and now the 'Jonas' family occupies it."

"Damn it!" Acomo cursed, he is now riding a tiger, and the Soprano family has suffered heavy losses, and there is no possibility of reconciling the conflict. Even if he did not do something, he will have to kill the other party.

"Find them!"

"Okay, sir!"

Chapter 105: What does the matter of Dimio's criminal group have to do with my Sean!

Sean came back from the golf course and took Diane straight to Jersey City next door. He just contacted the police chief of Lower Jersey City, Klaus Lanier, through Wells, and made an appointment for a drink at night. Bringing a lady will make the atmosphere more harmony.

In fact, Sean has Klaus Lanier's phone number in his hand, and he can contact him completely, but from the political point of view, it is more formal to have someone with a similar status to introduce him.

Speaking of Klaus Lanier, Sean had known him for a long time.

The first conflict with Sierramanga happened in Jersey City. In order to clear the scene, Sean specially arranged for Bill to stop the Jersey City police on the way. The exchange of fire between the two sides was... intense.

It's almost the same to say that they work together seamlessly.

It's just that Sean's center of gravity has always been in Newark, so he has never had the opportunity to meet formally.

Now, Sean is coming to visit in his official capacity as the boss of Sean Fitness Group, and Klaus Lanier will certainly not refuse.

I know what you do, you know I know what you do... The atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.

As for the chief of police, he must have some contact with the local gang forces. Compared with the former Silamanga, he likes Sean more.

Not only is he very clean in his work, but he is also very clean, even those who should know know it, but there is no stain on Xiao En on the bright side.

Well, still a fighting hero.

At the banquet, the two sides communicated very well. In addition to meeting Klaus this time, Sean also wanted to mention the matter of X security entering Jersey City. In the end, he planned to build an entertainment city here.

It is impossible for X security to be limited to Newark. Sean's initial target is all the five cities around Newark or the access permit, and then the whole of New Jersey.

New York?

New York doesn't want to think about it for the time being, the difficulty of obtaining a legal gun license in that place is beyond imagination.

While eating, Thomson Justin came over.

Thomson Justin, who was also Sean’s former comrade-in-arms, has been following Sean recently, responsible for driving and secretarial work. Of course, Sean is also cultivating a trustworthy confidant, just like Jonas, Bill followed him Same.

"Boss, there is a phone call." Thomson Justin came over with his mobile phone and said in a low voice.

Sean apologized, wiped his mouth with a napkin, picked up the phone and walked aside.

"What, Tony came to Passaic?" Hearing the news, Sean was also taken aback.

Don't you know that I did it?

No, the man was killed by Acomo, what does it have to do with me, Sean!

That is to say, the other party was worried, so he ran to me to seek refuge?

"Head, are you listening?"

"Well, you go directly to him and tell Tony that they are not welcome here now. We don't want Dimio's civil strife to affect us, but I will give him a day to recuperate, and he must leave our territory within 24 hours."

"okay, got it."

"Protect him well, don't let Tony and the others have an accident, they can't die now."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Sean smiled and ignored it.

What does the Dimio crime group matter have to do with my Sean!

I'm a serious businessman!

……

Tony was startled when he saw someone approaching the door, but he was relieved when he heard that he didn't want to cause Dimio's misunderstanding and only allowed him to stay for 24 hours.

24 hours is enough!

Enough for him to contact some people and some relationships. This time, he will fight Acomo to the end.

The beast, the weaker it is, the more it has to show its minions and fangs, as if it is desperate to pull on a back, otherwise, he will not survive, and neither will his family.

This is the gang, this is the arena.

The Apple family has been in power for so many years. It is not without enemies. There are many people who are dissatisfied with him, but they were suppressed by Acomo's powerful forces before. Now that he is taking the lead in rushing to the front line, those people will naturally support him.

Internal talents know these grievances best.

The strongest fortresses are breached from within.

……

After having dinner with Klaus Lanier, Sean took Dane back to Newark, and when she returned to the hotel rented for the crew, Old Mike was already in Sean's car.

Sean had called to ask him to come over.

"I've found the channel for Dimio to transport drugs. Here's the information. You can take a look." Sean handed over a copy of the information.

Old Mike didn't speak, and looked at it seriously after receiving it.

Sean waited for the other party to finish reading before he said: "You know the police's procedures best, find a way to let the police catch the drugs they deliver, of course, the DEA is also fine, it's not important, the important thing is to let the authorities catch them Get rid of their drug delivery channels."

(PS: Drug Enforcement Administration, referred to as DEA, US Drug Enforcement Administration.)

"These things..." Old Mike said after a moment of consideration: "They should all know, and they are all participants in this line."

"I know, I know, the CIA is still selling fans, making money, no shame." Sean smiled and spread his hands, "But, it can only be done in secret, right?"

"That can't be seen. Once they see the light, they have to do it."

"Also, don't tell me that the police won't check it out from time to time. Domesticating wild animals still needs regular training."

"Yes." Old Mike nodded.

"So, find a way to let them see the light. If you need it, I happen to have a batch of goods in hand."

"I see." Old Mike put the documents in his hand on the car, opened the door and walked into the darkness.

It doesn't matter how old Mike manipulates Sean. The old man has been in the police station for 30 years and has many ways.

Although the old man was also in the same boat during his tenure, he still had a sense of justice in his heart. This kind of thing did not violate his principles. On the contrary, the old man was very interested.

Sean didn't ask for a complete eradication of drugs or anything, that's more unrealistic than the sudden arrival of God.

But it is enough to break the temporary stock.

What Sean wants is that Dimio is in trouble now, and I believe someone will jump out and make use of it.

So, do you want to remind that guy Gustavo?

Thinking about Sean, he still decided to forget it. That guy Gustavo is different from ordinary drug criminals. He doesn’t look good at first glance. Maybe he can think of things to himself as soon as he receives his news. It’s better to have more things One less thing.

However, it's not that there are no articles to do. After thinking about it with a frown, Sean asked Thomson to drive back to the base.

How to do it, he still needs to look at the information, and when he got back, he found Armstrong, who was in charge of intelligence, and Sean kept collecting news about the Dimio Group.

"Find out to me all the political connections of the Dimio Group, whether they are confirmed or not."