America's Big Hero

Seeing similar reports, Major almost exploded in place!

Even the waters of the Atlantic cannot quench the anger in my heart!

Die to die!

……

United States, New York.

Just as the Europeans blamed each other, Murdoch came to Sean's deer island with a team of fifteen bodyguards.

The bodyguard team once again had a 'friendly' and 'kind' exchange, and the final result was that they all lay on the ground, regardless of the outcome.

Murdoch was very satisfied. After several failures, he began to screen all over the world. With such a professional team, the effect was remarkable.

Murdoch's bodyguards don't think it's a problem to fight every time they meet, whether they want to play monkeys to entertain others.

As bodyguards, there is almost no danger, so why do they have the highest salary among their counterparts in the world?

The purpose of Murdoch forming this team is to compete with Sean.

Of course, it's not just about fighting.

This time I came to Kashima, one is that the Soros team is coming to celebrate the victory and share the spoils, and the other is that Sean invited Murdoch to promote mixed martial arts with him.

Yes, after all these years of gestation, MMA has reached its limit both in terms of competition rules and talent training, and it is ready to be promoted around the world.

In North America, Sean's New Century Media is no worse than Murdoch's News Corporation, but it is still not as good as it is in the world.

A strong alliance helps the sport, it helps spread the influence.

Murdoch came ahead of time, and the two discussed this matter, how to promote it in the United States, what method of hype would be the best, spend the least money, and whether to hold the event first or promote the rules first.

What method is used to attract the audience? This does not mean that you just go on the show and hold events. It is necessary to let the public have a sense of participation.

When to link with the gaming company, how to ensure the fairness of the event, and a series of issues.

Of course, the most important thing is how to distribute the benefits...

While chatting, arguing, and talking vigorously, Norris walked over quickly.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked looking up.

"Mr. Soros can't come," said Norris.

"Huh?" Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch, the time had already passed.

Soros is floating, or I can't lift a knife, and dare to let myself go.

"What's going on?" Murdoch asked aloud.

"On the way here, Mr. Soros' car was sent flying by a truck that rushed over from the side, and now he has been sent to the hospital." Norris said with a strange expression.

Sean: "..."

Murdoch: "..."

The two looked at each other, Murdoch: You are familiar with this matter, you tell me.

Sean: What do you mean I'm familiar? You slandered me!

Murdoch: Hehe, don't you know if you are familiar with it?

Sean: "..."

Without Norris telling the details, Sean has already determined the nature of the matter in his mind, it must be murder!

"Go, go and have a look, it's really... a 61-year-old man." Sean scratched his head and stood up, "It's too embarrassing!"

He also said before that he would guarantee the old man's life.

The spoils sharing conference will not be held, and the yacht silver party that has been prepared can only be cancelled. I don't know how old Soros is.

After thinking for a while, instead of taking a helicopter, he took a yacht to the pier, changed into his presidential bulletproof Cadillac, and the group drove towards the hospital.

Halfway through, the specific news finally came. A van full of goods slammed into Soros' car head-on.

For safety reasons, Soros' car was also bulletproof, so the car did not disintegrate.

But when it was hit by a truck weighing 20 tons, it was also deformed and took off on the spot.

It flew tens of meters away, smashing several passing cars.

The worst thing was that Soros didn't wear a seat belt. It was like throwing someone into a front-loading washing machine. For a 61-year-old man, it was a bit... cruel.

People in the back rarely wear seat belts, let alone sit in a bulletproof car.

But sometimes bulletproof cars may not be so safe.

"Is the person dead?" Sean asked into the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Talking can be down to earth, but it shouldn't be down to earth!

"Still in a coma, undergoing a comprehensive examination."

"As long as he's not dead, arrange someone to protect him from all angles, so as to prevent anyone from attacking him again." Xiao En hung up the phone, "I'm not going to the hospital, I'm going to the police station."

Murdoch turned his head, with a half-smile on his face, "Didn't you say you were not familiar with it? Why are you so sure?"

Xiao En glared at the old man, not bothering to talk to the old man.

"It must be an intentional homicide, 100%."

"Soros knows what he is doing. His car has a very high bulletproof level. Even a 12.7mm full-power sniper bullet cannot penetrate it. It is not so easy to kill him, unless it is an anti-tank missile."

"But no one dares to use it. This is New York!"

"So if you want to kill him, there is only one way left and that is a car accident, hitting him with a heavy truck." Sean sneered, "There are so many coincidences."

Murdoch clicked his tongue twice, "Then I think you should be careful, there are many more people who hate you than him."

Sean: You can't expect me to order well!

Murdoch laughed out loud, relieved!

"What about your car?" Murdoch asked curiously, patting on the car door.

Sean chuckled, "Normally, anti-tank missiles can't do anything against my car!"

"Are you stronger than M1A1?" Murdoch obviously didn't believe it.

Sean looked at Murdoch with contempt, "I tell you that you don't understand either, these are two completely different things, okay?"

"A tank requires all-round protection, but I only need to defend against anti-tank missiles. Metal jets are useless to my car!"

"Besides, I don't need to install a turret on this car, and the top attack feature of anti-tank missiles is useless to me."

"Really, what are you afraid of with this car?" Murdoch became more curious.

"No, what are you doing asking these things? Are you frankly trying to kill me!" Sean glared at Murdoch angrily.

"Hahaha, I'm just curious. There are not many cars like this in the United States." Murdoch was really just curious.

Sean was silent for a while and then said: "To be precise, it is the only one in the United States."

Murdoch's eyes widened, and his first reaction was impossible, "Are you better than Army One?"

Sean shrugged with a calm expression on his face.

"First of all, you need to know that although every president's car is a Cadillac, that's just the exterior of the car. In fact, the interior is completely different. After the president leaves office, his exclusive 12 Army Ones will be completely destroyed. The new president , recreated."

"My last car was a presidential-grade bulletproof Cadillac. General Motors made it for me one-to-one according to Ronald Reagan's Army One. The cost was 150 million U.S. dollars, and I spent 350 million."

"But that was the last one, not this one."

"This is more advanced, with three defenses added. Just this car door is heavier and thicker than the Boeing 757's hatch. And I have made a special design for anti-tank missiles, which can effectively block metal jets. I don't know how much it costs. I A total of 2400 million was given."

"Congress will not grant the president so much money to build Army One. Mr. Bush's latest Army One cost $180 million, and I don't care how much it costs."

"Normal Cadillac's extended car weighs 1.8 tons, Bush's car weighs 7.5 tons, and mine weighs 12 tons. In the past, my travel car was placed in my palace in the sky. Now this new car is specially equipped by me. A cargo plane, no way, it's too heavy."

"You savor, you savor carefully."

(In 2004, the U.S. security department clearly stipulated that exclusive cars cannot flow into private hands. The most expensive Army One in history is very reliable, with a cost of 1500 million.)

The corner of Murdoch's mouth twitched, what the hell...

Should I say that you are afraid of death, or should I say that you have done all kinds of bad things!

This is indeed a bit of an exaggeration.

When Sean arrived at the police station, the security personnel of the umbrella replaced the police personnel, and the security deployment had been completed ahead of schedule, and the chief of the police station greeted him personally at the door.

what?

Can outsiders interfere with the normal operation of the police station?

What does that have to do with Master Sean?

Sean donates tens of millions of dollars to the New York Police Department every year. He is the father of the funder.

What's wrong with Mr. Jin's father coming to interrogate a prisoner?

There is no problem!

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Sean saw a black man in his 30s fixed on a special iron chair at a glance.

The black man also turned his head to look over, and saw that the people in police uniforms just smiled and made a gesture of please, and then walked in, one old and one young, and then the door was closed.

This, this is against the rules, where is the police?

Who are these two people?

"Tell me, who asked you to kill?" Sean asked in a deep voice.

"I didn't. I was just a little tired and smoked some marijuana. I didn't see that car." The black man insisted.

Sean sneered, "What's the point?"

"You think you can hide by letting your family leave early?"

"You, you..." The black man froze for a moment, his expression changing.

"Believe me, it's not difficult to find them. They can't go to white neighborhoods, they can only go to black neighborhoods in other cities, and I only need a phone call to make gangs in those black neighborhoods target all outsiders." Shaw En walked up to the black man, lowered his head, and said word by word: "The Jonas family will help me with this matter. Even a black mouse will be picked out and killed little by little."

The black man was really frightened this time, he opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

Whether it is Rockefeller or Soros or Murdoch, they are the same among these black poor ghosts, envious but not afraid.

But the Jonas family is different!

The largest criminal group in the United States, a behemoth with industries all over North and South America, with tentacles all over any dark corner.

People that the FBI can't find, the Jonas family can also find.

These low level niggas are not afraid of the government and the rich, those official means have no effect on them like stinking shit, but they are afraid of the gangsters.

The method is cruel, and the color changes upon hearing it.

Animal banner.

"Be honest and explain clearly." Sean stood up straight again, with a smile on his face, "You are just a tool, no one takes you seriously, what we care about is the mastermind behind the scenes, explain things clearly, The rest can let you go through the normal legal process."

"What you get is nothing more than a little money, and you don't dare to deposit it in the bank. It's not safe to put it on your body. It will only become the object of coveted by other black people."

"What black people look like, you know better than me."

"I..." Old Hei hesitated, "You can lock me up, but you have to promise to save my mother."

Xiao En was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Okay, tell me, it's a small matter."

Chapter 539: Sharing the Loot

Things have to start from two days ago.

In the middle of the night, in the black community, while you were sleeping, there was a knock on the door of your house, asking if the door was open?

What a free America!

Crazy to open the door!

This hey buddy immediately took out a gun from the bedside after waking up, took off his underwear, and the bird quietly fumbled out.

Don't ask why you have to take off your pants, it's just for stealth!