America's Big Hero

……

"Don't shout, don't make noise, and don't make trouble." The muzzle of the gun was placed on Charles Brook's forehead, and an old black man next to him said with a smile in American English.

Charles Brook thinks you might as well not laugh, laughing is even scarier, "Don't shoot, calm down, I'm rich, I'm rich, I have something to say."

In a word, the car suddenly fell silent, and a group of kidnappers looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter. Little Charles Brook was baffled.

"He actually said he was rich, haha, I laughed so hard."

"That's the funniest joke I've heard this year."

Everyone laughed for a while, and Lao Hei, who had just started pulling people, said: "Okay, Mr. Charles, I know your details, and I have also investigated your family's savings. No one is interested in what you have in your hand. Everyone in the car is richer than you!"

Charles Brooke: ? ? ?

Richer than me and still fucking kidnapping me?

What a liar!

He didn't believe a word in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He had just felt the muzzle of the gun, so he was sure it wasn't fake. "Yes, yes, then, gentlemen, what do you want me to do?"

Speaking of this, the faces of the group of people in the car turned cold, and they looked at the old guy with malicious intent in their eyes.

"Damn it, you bloody lucky bastard!"

"This world is so fucking unfair!"

"Some people are cattle and horses all their lives, and some people are born in Rome!"

"I suddenly wanted to beat him hard!"

There was a lot of chatter in the car for a while, and there was only a crackling sound of fingers being snapped, as if they would really punch him hard in the next second.

Being stared at viciously by a group of murderous guys, Charles Brook only felt a lot of pressure and his calf twisted.

"If it wasn't for the boss wanting to see you in good condition, hum..." Old Hei stretched out his hand to rearrange Charles' collar, then patted his cheek, "Call your family and say you met an old friend , going to their house to drink at night."

"Don't play tricks, you don't want your wife to have any accidents!"

"Well, and your daughter, the little girl is indeed very beautiful and cute."

"You guys!" Charles Brook turned pale, and was interrupted roughly before he finished speaking, "Okay, don't talk nonsense."

Charles didn't know what to do, but he didn't dare to resist at the moment, so he could only call honestly to reassure his family.

The vehicle drove out of the city, and a civilian helicopter was parked on the outskirts of the wilderness. Charles was carried on the plane by two people, and flew straight to London.

At this moment, Charles finally felt that things were not that simple.

……

"What the hell..." Three hours later, Sean looked at the embarrassed and haggard Charles, couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and complained loudly: "I told you to hire someone, hire someone ,invite!"

"It's not for you to kidnap!!!"

"I asked him to be the king, at least you should respect the king!"

"Uh... mainly because he was walking on the road alone, and he was still very close to the road. This is so easy." The two looked at each other. It was really a subconscious pull."

"Yeah, invite people, boss, haven't we always hired people like this before?" Another person added with a smile.

Sean: "..."

Blame me?

familiar!

All right, all right, Sean is completely speechless to these guys.

After waving the two of them out, Sean turned his head and looked at Charles, "Ahem, I'm sorry, the actions of the subordinates are a bit rude, but I don't think you will mind, right?"

Charles Brooke: Found it, found the reason!

What do you mean you won't mind?

Shouldn't this be what I said?

People have to bow their heads under the eaves!

"I don't mind, so... who are you?" Charles adjusted his clothes, trying to look as good as possible, not to lose the face of the British nobles, even though he was only a jazz.

Sean: "..."

Don't know yourself?

Sean always thought that his face should be recognized by everyone, so he didn't know if he should introduce himself.

His face was a little ugly, but he could understand it. After all, even in the age of information explosion 30 years later, how many people would know Tom Walton?

How many people know Jeff Bezos?Know Bernard Arnault?Know Larry Page?Know Larry Ellison?

Who the hell is not richer than himself!

Thinking of this, Sean is not angry anymore, he is not so narrow-minded.

He just waved his hand lightly to let everyone in the room back out, and waited for the door to close, then walked up to Charles Brook with a smile, and punched the old guy in the stomach hard, "What the hell, let you not Know me, how dare I let you not know me!"

"Woo..." Charles Brook blushed, his body bowed like a shrimp, staggered back and forth, took a step after him, and hit Charles' eye with a lower uppercut, which immediately swelled up.

He raised his hand again, and slapped Charles Brook hard on the head, "slap", "slap" and "slap" several times in a row, making Charles Brook's brain buzz.

Who the hell are you!

Arrest me all the way, just to let me know you?

Sean looked angrily at the old guy who was covering his stomach with one hand and his head with the other, "Do you know me now!"

Charles Brook pursed his lips and dared not speak.

"Remember, Sean Rockefeller!"

Charles Brooke's eyes widened in an instant, ignoring the pain in his head, and subconsciously blurted out, "American idiot..."

After speaking halfway, Charles shut up immediately. Charles looked embarrassed, looked at Sean's eyes that were gradually widening, and took a few steps back again.

Except for Arsenal fans, because of the $4 million plan to build a new stadium, Sean's reputation was spread all over England, and he got the title of an American idiot.

No one believes that a Yankee from the football desert is really a Nathanna fan for 30 years. In the eyes of the British, the Yankee is a rude guy who only has money in his eyes. He is only suitable for rough guys like rugby and basketball. pure violence.

(There is always a debate about who is more confrontational between basketball and football. In fact, it can be seen from the culture and rules. Let alone culture. In terms of rules, even if people's brains are beaten into dogs, basketball can be replaced, while football No, you have to control your movements. You can't do the kind of air hugging, elbowing the opponent's brains out, and inserting ribs into the lungs. In addition, there are nicknames. Egg Green... no wrong nickname.)

Everyone thinks that Sean bought the team to make money, but in the current form of English football, even ordinary fans know that making money is a fantasy, so there is such a nickname.

Sean: "..."

It's still fucking light!

Tilting his head and looking at the embarrassed Charles Brook, Sean didn't speak, which made the other party even more nervous.

He didn't dare to say anything after being beaten. He also read the news about the man in front of him in the newspaper. He dared to challenge the Iron Lady head-on, dared to confront the British government in the United Nations, fought against the French at sea, bombed YL, and sent troops to Morocco. , there is no such guy who dare not.

He probably didn't make sense.

"Do you know why you were hit?" Sean asked blankly.

Charles shook his head. Seeing that Sean's eyes were wrong, he nodded immediately, "I didn't recognize Mr. Sean."

"Am I so narrow-minded?!" Sean's voice suddenly increased.

Charles Brook: Yes!

"No no."

"Hmph, I'm doing this for your own good, to open your eyes." Sean said with a serious face.

Charles subconsciously raised his hand to touch the swollen eye sockets, which really opened his eyes!

This action almost amused Sean, coughed lightly, and continued: "Brits always have a kind of self-confidence, as if they are still immersed in a hundred years ago, and they never want to open their eyes to see that the world has changed. I'm afraid It’s about doing some irrational behavior in the future.”

"That will only bring disaster to you and the Brook family, do you understand?"

Charles: I really don't understand. The Brook family is living a good life. I need you to help me open my eyes!

"Do you understand my kind reminder?"

Charles squeezed out an ugly smile, "Understood!"

"Very good." With a smile on his face, Sean stood up and made a gesture of invitation, "Come on, sit here, I have something to ask you."

Charles hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat next to Sean, but the muscles in his right hand were tense and ready to defend at any time.

I'm in my 40s, and I don't know how many years ago I was beaten last time!

"Charles, do you still remember the existence of the Brook Dynasty?" Sean asked aloud.

"Ah!" Charles was taken aback, staring blankly at Sean, he never expected Sean to ask this question.

That happened more than 40 years ago. In the history of the family, it was not valued by everyone at the beginning. It was just an indigenous king. How could it compare to a jazz of the Great Empire!

It’s just that with the passage of time, with the independence and rise of Li Ni, watching the king of the little brother country next to the Brook Dynasty become a world-class rich man, and when it comes to Charles’ father and his generation, it is really regretful that he almost wiped out the ashes of his ancestors Yang up.

If the fuck doesn't abdicate, now...

Look at the Thai royal family, look at the Malay sultans, look at King Jiji, look at the local tyrants in the Middle East...

Every time I see these news on TV and newspapers... My heart doesn't hurt.

What use do I need for such an ancestor!

Chapter 497: Papa Sean

The people of all nationalities are eagerly looking forward to whether they can be independent?

can!

My name is Uncle President Bush, can I be independent?

can!

Supported by the foot-covering building, can it be independent?

can!

People of all nationalities + Uncle Bush + foot-covering building, will they be able to achieve independence smoothly!

can!

Different people say different things, this time Sean didn't say anything about Taib Maham looking for him on his own initiative.

First let Charles Brook know who the one in Sarawak means what he says!

Listening to Sean's narration, Charles Brook's eyes widened and became brighter and brighter. Even the eyes that had just been 'opened' widened a bit, and the joy was beyond words.

Charles looked at Sean sincerely, and shouted in an incomparably Chicheng voice, "Dad!"

what?

Sean just hit me?

If nothing else, can Papa Sean call him a beating?

That's called love from dad!

That's Papa Sean trying to open my eyes!

Now, Charles believes in the eye-opening statement, and he will be in a hurry with anyone who dares to say it's not him!

As for being called Xiao En's father, that's what it should be.

If you are not your own father, how could you pass on the position of king to you?

Just ask you, is the reason enough?

If you ask people casually all over the street, this reason is impeccable!

Looking at the 40-year-old boy in front of him, the corner of Sean's mouth twitched. How about the gentlemanly look you had when you saw me just now?

I still like how unruly you Brits are...

"accepted?"

"Agreed!" Charles Brook nodded heavily.

"Do you know what's going on?" Sean asked again.

"I know." Charles showed a flattering smile, "It's just a puppet king, with only a name but no power."