America's Big Hero

As soon as the words came out, the onlookers also looked at the box, and the two policemen looked at each other, and went up to pick it up.

"NO!" The driver who was hit over there with a bloody face shouted subconsciously when he saw this scene.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became weird.

After a little hesitation, the policeman opened the package in public.

Suddenly, a bag of white powder appeared in front of everyone.

"Oh my god!"

While bursts of exclamation sounded, taking advantage of everyone's attention on the drug, Old Mike quietly stepped back and stood at the corner of the street.

The task Sean gave him was to expose the poison delivered by the other party, and the rest had nothing to do with him.

……

"Bang, bang!" Akomo Apler angrily swept everything on the table to the ground and couldn't help himself, raised his finger and cursed loudly at his subordinates.

Come to think of it, if it wasn't for his strong temper, he wouldn't have liver cancer...

A whole box of eight kilograms of high-purity poison was delivered directly to the gate of the police station because of a punctured tire and overturned car!

When Acomo heard the news, he didn't react for a while, which was really unbelievable.

Until he gets a detailed report.

Coincidence, too many coincidences are not coincidences.

Although there is no evidence, and he can't think of what method the other party used, he concluded that someone must have done it on purpose.

The biggest possibility is the black hand behind the scenes.

Fortunately, it was just in the police station, and it's not like I can't get it back...

Chapter 110: My lord, times have changed

"Boss, the Tonito sent a message to see you." Jonas looked at Sean and said.

"See me? What are you doing?" Sean was a little surprised, "How is he doing these days? I heard that the two sides have fought many times."

"Tony's men raided Acomo's property a few times and killed a few people, but there were no important people." Jonas said with a curled lip.

"What... waste!" Shawn shook his head, and said with little interest: "Just say I don't have time, you go talk to him and see what he wants to do."

Sean also feels that these guys have brain problems, what the hell do they look like, and they still think that they are special people, and they have to talk to themselves, and they don't even consider whether their status is right or not.

Many people in the United States have problems with their brains. They can't see reality clearly, and they don't know who gave them confidence.

Same with the old money, even the fucking Mafia family.

These guys who can only live in New Jersey are still adhering to the so-called "old tradition" and only accept Italians...

It's ridiculous how old the mafia is only.

Sean has always sneered at these guys.

……

"Why are you?" Tony looked behind Jonas, frowned and said, "Where's Sean?"

Hearing this, Jonas frowned. The other party just acted subconsciously, and he didn't feel anything. However, as the one who was ignored, Jonas looked good.

"Mr. Sean is a serious businessman and has nothing to do with these things." Jonas said bluntly.

Tony's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is he a decent businessman, don't everyone know?

They all know the basics, so they have to pretend! ?

Seeing that Jonas was unmoved, Tony calmed down and said, "I need you to deal with the Apple family. As a reward, after the Apple family is wiped out, I can allow your smuggled wine to enter our house." market."

Tony obviously came prepared, he knew what Sean needed, and wanted to convince Sean to help him at this price.

Back then, Sean was able to exterminate all the people in Salamanga because of the smuggled wine, which showed that the other party cared about this thing very much.

Jonas froze for a moment, opened his mouth and almost agreed.

The reason why Sean provoked the relationship between the Dimio criminal group was, after all, for the 'bootlegging business'.

It may seem to others that the gain outweighs the gain. After all, there is not much profit margin in smuggling alcohol, which is far worse than drugs, but Jonas knows it.

These counterfeit products cost almost nothing, and they are sold for a fucking profit!

Especially after Sean got a blending master from Chinatown, the wines are more complete and the tastes are more similar. If you can win the whole of New Jersey, with a population of 700 million.

That's faster than stealing money!

Fortunately, he still had a little reason, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

Still the same sentence, others don't know how much profit they make from "booting liquor", so it is a big problem in the eyes of caring people to agree to it so easily.

"It's not okay. It's an internal matter for you Dimio. As outsiders, it's not convenient for us to get involved." Jonas said distressedly.

Tony tilted his head to look at Tony, thought for a while and said, "Gym, I know Sean has opened a lot of gyms, if you are willing to help, I guarantee you can enter other cities smoothly."

"Needless to say." Jonas stood up directly, "We will not participate in your internal struggle."

"Mr. Tony, please go back, you are not welcome here."

"You!" The anger flashed across Tony's face, "After Dimio reshuffles the cards, you will have no chance!"

"If you want to buy some ammunition, that's no problem, I can sell you a batch of goods, your firepower..." Jonas sneered and shook his head and said, "Boss, times have changed."

"Your firepower is still at the level of the typewriter era in Chicago 50 years ago. It's too backward. Africans don't even use that stuff."

"I have a batch of M16A2 military version, M60 military version, and even RPG." Walking to Tony, Jonas leaned his head over and whispered: "Don't say that you can't make trouble, there will be trouble, and it's not easy to solve. That's a question that only the winner needs to consider, if you lose, what does it matter to you if you make a big fuss?"

"Boom!" Jonas opened his arms and gestured, "There is no problem that can't be solved with one RPG shot. If there is, then two shots!"

After all, Jonas gestured for a phone call, "Think about it and call me."

On the way back, for some reason, a figure of Jonas with outstretched arms appeared in Tony's mind...

For so many years, there is a reason why the firepower of the Mafia has remained at 50 years ago. After the establishment of the 'Disciplinary Committee', Charlie Luciano stipulated the Mafia's code of conduct.

Everything should be low-key, don't attract the attention of the people above, and attract the attack of the state organs. Therefore, large firepower is prohibited, and there is a "disciplinary committee" to mediate and judge things, so now the firepower is the submachine gun with the most firepower.

But now, the control of the Disciplinary Committee has been significantly weakened, and, as Jonas said, it is a problem that the winner needs to consider if there is a big trouble and it will not end well...

……

"Acomo, your people are too careless."

"It was deliberately targeted by someone. I said before that I did not do those things, but you don't believe it. There is a black hand behind the scenes who is framing me!" Acomo sneered: "Now you have seen it, that guy finally revealed It's gone."

"Maybe what you said is right, but the Soprano family won't believe it, and others... don't want to believe it either."

"Hmph, do me a favor and investigate."

"To be honest, it's very difficult. We still don't know how the other party controlled the two tires to explode at that position at the same time, causing the vehicle to roll over."

A word of trash came to his lips, but Acomo didn’t scold after all. Taking a deep breath, Acomo changed the subject and said, “I still need your help with that batch of things, you know, those junkies’ goods Can't be broken."

"Well, the old rules."

"Okay." After that, Acomo hung up the phone.

……

In a commercial vehicle parked not far from the police station, two people looked at each other, "I know the fuck."

"What's so strange about this? I used coffins to help them transport goods before. Report to the higher authorities."

"Well, let's see what it means."

Armstrong, who received the news, said with a smile on his lips, "Wait, I'll send someone to support you. This is a big fish. Be sure to take a video of their transaction. The bonus for this month depends on our chief." Yes, hahahaha."

After hanging up the phone, Armstrong excitedly picked up his coat and walked out. He wanted to go to Trenton in person to arrange follow-up shooting.

Chapter 111: Thunderstorm

"Head, Acomo is leaving, heading southwest, on Route 29."

"Mackintosh is on his way too..."

"The people behind don't have to follow too closely. The cars in front should wait on Highway 14 ahead of time." Armstrong had a map of Trenton in front of him, and while listening to the report from the earphones, he kept swipe the map back and forth. , he wants to calculate the possible travel routes of the two, so that it is convenient to plan in advance.

It was not the first time that the two met in private, and they were driving in a car, and the location was never fixed.

……

"Boss, look, this is what we took today." Armstrong came over with a bunch of photos and a video tape.

Sean took it over and took a look. The video tape was full of photos of the meeting between Akomo Appler and McIntosh Quinnier, the Trenton police chief.

The photo was taken relatively clearly. Akomo Apple and McIntosh Quinnier stood beside the car. Someone moved a package of things from the trunk of McIntosh's car and put it in Akomo's car. inside.

After zooming in on the photo, it can be seen that it was repeatedly sealed in a black plastic bag, and nothing could be seen from the outside.

After talking for a while, the two got into the car and left.

The same scene was recorded on the video tape. Since the location of the route is a bit far away, it is not so real. However, combined with the previous wiretapping recordings, it can be known that most of the things traded are the drugs confiscated by the police yesterday.

"How did you get this phone recording?" Sean asked with a smile.

"We bugged the phone in the Chief of Police's office," Armstrong said triumphantly.

"Fuck!" Sean held out a thumb, you guys are fucking cruel.

"It's not difficult. Everyone thinks that the police station must be strictly guarded. In fact, the police station is the most lax. You can come in and out as you like on the ship with a police uniform, and no one cares about you." Armstrong said with a smile.

Well, Sean nodded, he's been to the police station twice, it's really messed up...

"Why is there no sound in this segment?" Sean pointed to the video tape and said.

"No way, they can't get close." Armstrong shrugged. "Both of them are cunning, and they drove half a circle around the city."

"Well, it's actually enough." Sean is quite satisfied, there are recordings, photos, and videos.

One picture at the beginning can be made up, not to mention the evidence in hand.

Anyway, it's not going to court, no one cares whether this thing can be used as evidence.

"Print out more things, and attach the information of the two of you." Sean ordered: "Don't take them out all at once. Well, for the first time, just take the photos..."

……

The New York Times, headquarters building.

"Editor-in-Chief, today I received a letter from no mailer, which contains some photos, I think you should take a look." The secretary put the things on the desk of the New York Times editor-in-chief.

The information and photos clearly describe the identities and experiences of Akomo Appler and McIntosh Quinnier in detail, and at the same time clearly describe the transaction between the two.

The editor-in-chief is not surprised by this. This kind of thing is really common, but there is no evidence and there are not many reports.

He picked up the last piece of paper, and wrote a paragraph on it: These things have been mailed to newspapers such as "New York Times", "Washington Post", "New York Daily News", "New York Post", "Chicago Tribune", etc. In addition, we have audio and video recordings in our hands.

Such a simple sentence has many meanings. That is to say, even if the New York Times may not report this matter due to some considerations, other nationally distributed newspapers will also report it.

Unless this New Jersey mafia leader really has the ability to buy major newspapers across the United States, otherwise, it is inevitable that this matter will be published in the newspapers.

Thinking of this, the editor-in-chief stood up, took the photo and walked outside, and said loudly with a straight face: "We have received evidence that the police chief of Trenton, New Jersey actually colluded with drug criminals and returned the drugs seized by the police to the police. drug offender."

"These damn vampires, the moths of the federal government, they are taking taxpayers money, but they are doing things that enrich themselves!"

"We must not allow this kind of thing to continue to happen in the pure land of the United States!"

"As the discoverers of the truth, as the monitors of public opinion, as the eyes and mouthpiece of the American people, we must expose this behavior!"

"Justice!"

After an impassioned speech, the editor-in-chief handed over the photos and information to the people below, and these people will make a big news based on the information...

……

The next day, as soon as McIntosh Quinell arrived at the police station, he felt that the atmosphere was a little weird. Many people looked at him with strange eyes.

At the door of the office, someone rushed up immediately: "My God, why didn't you answer the phone!?"

"Maybe the big brother is out of power, you know, that thing uses up power very quickly." McIntosh Quinnier said nonchalantly: "What's the matter, what's the big deal?"

"You..." The corner of the visitor's mouth twitched, you are really calm, but you don't know if you can keep reading the newspaper for a while, "Let's take a look."