America's Big Hero

"This is called a copycat!" Sean added.

"This, this is impossible, you made it so quickly?" Yuri picked up the wine glass and took another sip with a look of disbelief, savoring it carefully, and couldn't tell if it was true or not.

"Wait." Jonas's facial features were all wrinkled together, "What are you talking about, is this fake wine?"

On the phone, it was only said that it was a big deal, but Sean didn't let Yuri say the details.

"Impossible!" Bill blushed a little. Just now he boasted that it was a good wine.

"It's not completely successful yet. There are still a lot of flaws in the aroma and taste. We need to continue to blend it. It's just that you guys who smoke and drink to burn your head are not so sensitive." Sean smiled and took out another bottle of the same bottle. Here comes the wine.

Take out some cups again, and fill them up again for a few people to compare.

A group of rough people, drinking is like pouring water, you can tell the difference by drinking a fart, but if you change the cup, you can't taste any difference at all.

You Rui didn't care about the flaws in aroma and taste, and stood on the sofa dancing excitedly.

Excitedly told Bill's four new comrades-in-arms that the cost of this counterfeit product was only about 0.5 US dollars, while the real wine would cost more than 40 US dollars even if it was smuggled.

80 times the profit!

Directly blow up several brothers on the spot.

"Crazy, this is simply stealing money." Bill said with an exaggerated expression.

"No, no, no, I can tell you responsibly that stealing money is not as fast as this!" Jonas, a black mixed-race, put his arm on Bill's shoulder and said very firmly: "More than a month ago, I saw it with my own eyes. A few niggas robbed a bank, and as a result, the total was just over $1."

"So, robbing a bank is far worse than that, and much more dangerous."

Sean rolled his eyes when he heard that, they are all crouching dragons and phoenixes, right? They have so much experience.

Robbery also has technical content, so you can't mess around.

The law and order in the United States is too messy, so those small bank outlets never store a lot of cash, and ordinary people don’t have much savings, and if there are really large withdrawals, they must be booked in advance, so it is impossible to rob ordinary small banks. Money, maybe a few thousand dollars in cash if you're unlucky.

Of course, the big bank outlets are rich, but they are all in the bustling area, so it is too difficult to rob, at least for those old blacks with little education.

When Sean told everyone that he was going to make this 'cottage' business bigger and needed help from his own people, the four guys agreed without hesitation.

The concept of law-abiding does not exist for most Americans. 9% of them have smoked marijuana, including 11 generals who have personally admitted it.

"Hey, brothers, should we form a gang?" Yuri suggested loudly, knocking on the table.

"Yes, yes, what should I call it? How about calling it a seal!" Jonas suggested, "Wine is also water, just right!"

"That might as well be called a whale!"

"Shit, I think..."

"Okay, okay." Xiao En smiled and cursed and knocked on the table, "It's illegal to set up a gang of farts, understand."

Saul squinted at Sean like you were in some serious business.

"The gangsters are not serious people, they should be called 'vibrant social groups'!" Sean corrected everyone's mistakes solemnly, causing everyone to laugh.

There must be a gang. After all, this kind of business can only be done with the gang's business. This is the reason why Sean came to Yuri in the first place.

After drinking for a while, Sean waved his big hand again and let the 'tight fit' Mexican girl find a group of girls to come in, and the atmosphere became 'hot' in an instant.

……

……

1984 8 Month 14 Day.

In the small rented laboratory, Sean showed the current blending process of 'semi-finished products'.

Watching a small bottle of alcohol turn into pure-colored brandy with a strong aroma, everyone let out a burst of howling again.

"Okay, now I want to arrange work." Sean and others calmed down and said seriously: "Sol, first of all, I need you to go to New Jersey and find a company with liquor business qualifications to buy it. , the company must have one, as the business will grow bigger and bigger in the future, there must always be a skin to cover it up.”

"Okay, but the acquisition requires money." Saul reached out and made a gesture of money.

"I only have a few thousand dollars now, and I still need to use it to make the first batch of goods. You need to talk about the company first. If it doesn't work, you can find one that is about to go bankrupt. When the first business is completed, you will naturally have money." This point Xiao Eh no doubt.

Seeing Saul nod, Sean continued: "Another one, you need to find me a glass bottle manufacturer as soon as possible through your channel, and I'm about to place an order now, the demand for bottles is huge, it's impossible to rely on Pick it up from the trash can."

Saul nodded, no problem.

"The last one, or you, find a small printing factory, the kind that makes cartons, and I will do the packaging."

Sol frowned, not because he had too much work, and thought for a while and said, "However, the other party may not agree to produce this kind of bottle."

With a mysterious smile, Xiao En pointed at Yuri's five guys with big arms, round waists and fierce faces, "That's why I asked them to come here."

"You are good at persuasion, and they are equally good at persuasion."

Sol spread his hands, and Yuri and the others laughed like ghosts and wolves.

Chapter 11: Locking the Target

Lawyers, one of the professions with the widest range of work, can play a role in all aspects.

In just two days, on August 8th, Sol brought a large list of lists to find Sean, who was working diligently and diligently in the laboratory with the "artisan spirit".

"This is a list of glass and carton printing factories near New York and New Jersey that I collected, including their boss information."

"It seems that you have a good network in the 'bottom' legal circle, and you found the information so quickly." Sean flicked the result paper with his hand, making a crisp sound of 'snap'.

"Heh, I'd be happier if you didn't add the word 'bottom'." Sol rolled his eyes.

Xiao En laughed and began to review the information, not for big venues, not for places with better economy, not for bosses who are too young.

It is best if the printing factory and the glass factory are both in the same area. According to Sean's crime... From Sean's actual experience, it is pure nonsense to reduce risks by dispersing purchases. Transporting across cities and states will increase exposure risk.

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"This, this, you are helping me find more detailed information, I mean their boss." Sean selected six targets for Saul.

"Okay, wait for my news." Saul has nothing to do except serve as a public defender for the district court, and he just has the energy to do these things for Sean.

"Actually, I think it's completely wrong for you to focus on the old age law and the public trial lawyer." Sean put his arm around Saul's shoulder and said, "Have more time to get in touch with those gangs, families, and criminals." , you have already become a barrister."

Sol rolled his eyes like you're fucking kidding me.

"Positioning, positioning is very important. Whoever needs a lawyer the most is of course the fucking bad guy!" Sean spread his hands and said, "Think about how many of the clients you have come into contact with as a lawyer for so long are not criminals."

Sol was stunned, his expression changed from confused to thoughtful, as if, probably, the parties he came into contact with had committed crimes...

Seeing Saul's pensive look, Sean pushed him, "Okay, let me handle the matter first, as for your future business scope, think carefully about who is most worthy of help Yes, this is America!"

"Isn't this more promising than being an old lawyer!?"

……

August 1984, 8, Long branch, New Jersey.

Bill was driving, and Sean was sitting in the co-pilot, holding a photo in his hand, with a lot of information written on the back of the photo.

"See that fat bald guy?"

"I see." Jonas, who was sitting in the back row, said.

"His name is Carpenter George, follow him, according to the news, this guy likes to go to the bar for a drink every night, you just wait outside the bar, when he comes, go up, pull him directly into the car and take him away, fast " Xiao En ordered blankly.

"What if he's with other people? Or around?" Jonas asked.

"Don't worry about it, just take it away. You put on your top hat and try not to let anyone see your face. As for calling the police, let them go." Sean waved his hand indifferently.

"Okay, I'll go to the car behind." The boss did what he said, opened the door, and Jonas walked down.

People who came down from the battlefield, even if he was a mixed-race black man, could do it without any problem.

"Bill, let's go to the next place."

The car drove to another place, which was a residential area with few people on the road. Sean told Bill to park the car where it was.

"This goal can be regarded as one of the few good men in the United States. Although he is not good at management, he is more family-oriented. He will go home as soon as he gets off work every day. He rarely goes to bars and other places. He has no bad habits. Life is very simple. Regularity." Leaning on the seat, Sean lit a cigarette.

"Wow, this is so rare." Bill was very surprised.

"Really?" Sean turned to look at Bill with a half-smile, "Are you envious?"

"Of course, although I can't do it, it doesn't mean I don't want to be a good man."

"Oh, unfortunately, when I asked Sol to investigate, I found that after he went to work every day, a man would often visit his house." Sean sighed.

"Huh?" Bill was tongue-tied and confused.

"Maybe it's a faucet repairer." Sean spread his hands, "That's really unfortunate, the damn faucet is always leaking, and it can't be fixed anyway."

After that, the two burst out laughing.

The time came to 6 p.m., and the sky was slightly dark. Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch. The target arrived home at about the same time every day. He reached out and patted Bill, "Go, do as I say."

"OK!" Bill pushed the door and got out of the car, walked to the corner of the target's yard and stood in the shade.

Ten minutes later, a Ford Mercury drove over. The speed of the car was not fast. Even though there was no one on the street, it was obvious that the driver was a very peaceful guy.

Bill came out of the shadows, and when the man parked the car in front of the house and pushed the door open, he went up and lay down on the door of the car, as if greeting an old friend.

However, a cold and hard object was pressed against the man's head. The man's face turned pale instantly, and his body froze in place. He felt that it was a gun.

"Dude, if I were you, I would go back honestly. You don't want to be shot in the head at the door of your house. It would be too scary." Bill said according to what Sean taught him.

"Okay, okay." The man was terribly frightened, and sat back obediently.

Bill opened the rear door with a smile and sat on it, pointed his gun, "Go, drive."

……

On the other side, Jonas kept staring at the passers-by at the door of the bar.

When the bald fat man came over, Jonas opened the car door and rushed forward to lock his throat behind his back, his arms tightly tightening around the fat man's neck.

There were screams from all around, and the fat man felt his neck was about to break, and he couldn't breathe at all. He was dragged by Jonas without any resistance, and was roughly dragged into the car.

The driver kicked the accelerator, and before everyone on the street could react, he disappeared from people's sight in a flash.

……

At the gate of an abandoned factory outside the city, two people, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, were wearing black hoods, standing there tremblingly, listening to the sound of footsteps back and forth, their hearts became more and more frightened.

"You can take off the hood." A feminine voice sounded from behind.

The two subconsciously raised their hands to grab the headgear.

"Take it off, and you can see what the person who kidnapped you looks like. It will be very convenient to call the police and arrest him."

Both of the hoods were about to be taken off, but when they heard this, they immediately pulled off the hoods again, with such force that they almost broke the hoods.

Chapter 12: Physical Persuasion

Seeing the reaction of the two, Sean smiled wickedly, but the laughter was heard in the ears of the two, and they felt terrible no matter what.

Seeing that the two were frightened, Sean walked to the side and stretched out his hand to call Jonas over.

"I've given you time to think about it, now, tell me your answer." Sean said coldly.

Carpenter and George immediately pricked up their ears and listened, wanting to hear what the kidnappers were going to do.

"What I want to do, really, what I want to do." Jonas cried out in a crying tone, "But, I, I can't do it, really, trust me."

"I believe you, but it doesn't believe you." As he said, Sean drew out his gun and raised his hand, "bang", "bang", "bang" was three shots.

The gunshots rang out, and Carpenter and George froze on the spot in fright. Was this captured before?

This, this, this was beaten to death?

Jonas held back a smile, picked up a blood bag from the side, and splashed it on the open space. Sean walked over, grabbed the blood bag, pointed it at Jonas, and sprinkled the rest of the blood on it.

"Drag away." Sean waved his hand after sprinkled.

Another person grinned and walked over, dragging Jonas who was pretending to be a corpse, and walked out, drawing a long bloodstain on the ground.

Seeing that Jonas was being dragged away, Sean walked up behind Carpenter George and said, "Carpenter George, Neki Ryan, both of you, I have the information of both of you here. Read it, listen to me, right?"

As Sean recited, the bodies of the two began to tremble continuously. Just after finishing the reading, they suddenly reached out and pulled the headgear off the two of them.

Seeing the light in an instant, the two of them didn't show any excitement. They just closed their eyes suddenly in fright.

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see anything." Carpenter George was so frightened that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, "If you have any request, just let the bosses tell you, I will definitely do it, I will do it."

"I haven't made a request yet." Sean stood behind the two with a smile on his face.