America’s Big Hero

"You're too irritable. Is it necessary? You don't understand that kindness makes money. You're not in the mood for a good talk at all."

When Xiao En came back, Shen Bi came up to ask about the situation, and then he was speechless.

"Talk about his mother!" Sean cursed directly in Cantonese.

"Damn it, this matter was planned and pushed by me, and what I got was to expand my power to the west coast, and I haven't got a firm foothold yet." Sean said cursingly, and he wasn't afraid that Shen Bi would know.

Shen Bi knew many secrets.

"It's good now, I haven't gained anything yet, and they are all planning to take the opportunity to make a fortune!"

"Talk, talk, talk, how the fuck do you talk, tell them that the riots in Los Angeles were planned by me with the help of racial and social conflicts? Are you fucking cheap?"

Before Shen Bi made it clear about this matter, Xiao En didn't feel anything wrong.

After being singled out, Sean really endured for a while and became more and more angry, and when he took a step back, the more he thought about it, the worse he was!

It's so good, I was prostituted for nothing, but I still can't tell it.

The feeling of being crushed in terms of IQ made Sean really upset.

Even if he earns this money, he doesn't feel comfortable.

"Everyone is here to make money, it's not shabby."

"Shabby, very fucking shabby!"

"Then do you want to vent your anger, or do you want to make money?"

"I want to vent my anger and make money."

Shen Bi shook his head, and still said aloud: "Simple, you make a move in advance, in the name of helping those who suffered losses in the riots, start buying real estate on a large scale, and then sternly block them together, using this as a bargaining chip, with They swap plots."

"I don't want to make things big, and everyone will suffer heavy losses. Then they will choose to negotiate. If you take the initiative, you will get angry."

Xiao En looked Shen Bi up and down for a while, and suddenly said: "You are such a fucking bamboo shoot, you took all the bamboo shoots."

This method is simple and practical, and it is very suitable for civil servants who have some power and know the news in advance.

Hmm...cough cough.

"You, you, you!" Shen Bi was so angry that I was kind enough to help you, old man, but you still scolded me!

"However, I like it!" Sean chuckled. In his previous life, he had always seen people stalking capitalist wool so much. This time, let's also slap capitalist wool.

Of course, I have another plan.

There is no need for Sean to buy land and houses, just leave it to Jonas.

If there are many subordinates, spread them out so as not to attract attention.

However, this is not the end.

Take advantage of yourself?

Finely chop into sausages!

With Sean's order, people from the consulting company on the west coast began to head towards Los Angeles on a large scale.

On the other hand, Jonas also arranged for people to enter Los Angeles one after another.

Quietly, don't shoot.

Bertram Baine could do nothing alone.

There must be traces!

Start your investigation with those close to Bertram Bain, stalking, wiretapping, and finding their connections.

Then check from the network to see if someone has suddenly become rich, such as shouting "I will pay the bill tonight" at the bar.

Or suddenly there is a large amount of consumption!

If it was really intentional to set fire in a specific area, then it would only be punks who did it, and the people around Bertram would not do such a thing.

After all, Bertram Bain didn't look like a man who didn't want to be named, and he didn't have a professional team in his hands.

And the little bastard, if he has money, he can't control his own hands!

If it is another consulting company, things may be a little unclear how to start with the investigation.

But, Armstrong will not!

For crime, gang running or something, here is the originator.

The relationship network of Bertram Bain's subordinates will definitely not be exposed on the bright side, but they are closely related, so the direction of investigation must come from the dark.

"One group, investigate the relative network of Bertram's men, you know how to investigate." Armstrong came to Los Angeles to preside over the work in person.

"Understood, the primary target is outside the immediate family members of these people." The subordinate replied directly.

Taking one person as the center of the relationship network model, then the first circle is surrounded by immediate family members, brothers, sisters, parents, wives and children, and the extension of parents and brothers is the second layer of network, and the second layer extends to the third layer.

The most likely participants are on the second and third floors.

"Second group, investigate the classmate network of these people."

"clear!"

In the classmate network, college students are the first layer, because the time distance is the closest, followed by middle school and elementary school, which are also divided into three layers.

The most probable participants or intermediaries are also on the second and third floors.

Classmates in middle school and elementary school have been unnoticed for a long time, and the younger you are, the purer your classmates and friends are.

Moreover, those who can do this kind of criminal activities will most likely not have the opportunity to go to college.

"Three groups, investigate their neighbors, present and past."

"clear!"

Also layered on the time axis, there is a high probability that it is in the past.

The so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors is determined by social relations, regardless of China and the United States.

After the goal is clarified, the character relationship model can be established soon. Once the model is released, it is much easier to lock the target.

Sean is not a policeman, not a court, and he doesn't need any legal evidence. All he wants is the result, and the result is enough!

Most of the difficulties in the police investigation of criminal cases are not to lock the target, but to find evidence...

We all know he's a criminal, but there's no proof.

Sean doesn't care how Armstrong advances here, it's enough to leave professional matters to professional people.

Sean needs to worry about Jonas's affairs.

"Purge?"

"Great cleaning!" Sean nodded, "When you come to Los Angeles, you must say hello to everyone."

"Look, Bill just said hello, as your own brother, do you want to follow?"

"Falke, you must keep up, or you won't be laughed at!" Jonas became excited at once.

I haven't let go of my hands and feet for several years.

Spreading out the map, Sean picked out the most valuable piece of land.

It is impossible to jump to the sky as soon as you come to Los Angeles, just like in New Jersey, you have to first win a piece of land and establish your own foundation, and then it will not be too late to push forward.

"You go to Armstrong to get the materials, and the people in this area, one by one, clean up one by one."

"Leave it to me!" Jonas laughed out loud with his big white teeth bared.

...

"Cyril George, 56 years old, joined the Irish mafia at the age of 21, and began to wash his hands at the age of 45. He started from property management with the help of mafia connections and connections, and gradually involved building materials, transportation, construction, and real estate development."

"According to the information we have, this Berlin real estate company does not look like it has a wide range of business, but in fact the core is used by the Irish mafia for money laundering, smuggling and bribery."

"The background of gangsters is very deep." Armstrong said holding a stack of documents.

"Wow, it's so deep, deeper than me!" Sean tsk-tsk.

Armstrong burst out laughing.

Real estate companies need building materials and transportation, which are good hidden objects for smuggling and drug delivery.

Property management and real estate development are also convenient for laundering money and bribery. The entire company can actually be said to be the tip of the pyramid of criminal groups.

...

"In this world, the most difficult thing to deal with is actually the clean people. It's hard for you to do anything about them." In the car, Sean was going to meet this Cyril George today.

"And this kind of criminals are actually easy to handle."

"Heh, are you talking about yourself?" In the car, Lorraine stabbed Sean.

Sean laughed and played with Lorraine's little hand, "You're wrong, I'm a serious businessman."

"I don't see where you are serious!"

"I don't spread poison, isn't it serious enough if I don't spread poison?"

Lorraine rolled his eyes, "It's because they have pulled the lower limit of decent people too low!"

As soon as the convoy drove to the gate of the villa on the outskirts of Los Angeles, two black suits turned out and looked over vigilantly.

The first time I said something into the headset, but I didn't come up to ask questions.

The main reason is that the motorcade is too luxurious, and just looking at it makes people know that it is not easy to mess with.

Sean's unique Lincoln, as long as he is not blind, he can tell just how high the bulletproof rating of this car is by looking at the thick and unusual glass.

A large number of people came down from the cars before and after, and one of them walked to the door of the villa and said directly: "Open the door, our boss wants to see Cyril George."

The black suit frowned and asked, "Who is your boss?"

The other party didn't reply, but just stretched out his hand and lifted the skirt to reveal the umbrella logo inside.

Who in Los Angeles doesn't recognize the umbrella logo now?

Cyril George received the news immediately and was shocked.

Why did he come to look for him suddenly?

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately ordered someone to open the door, and he quickly changed into a formal attire and rushed towards the door to greet him.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the villa, he saw Xiao En walking in with a few people.

"Mr. Sean!" Cyril George laughed and greeted him warmly.

He was no Bertram Baine.

One was from a businessman, the other was from a mafia, and the two sides had completely different perceptions of Sean.

One focuses on Sean's identity as a businessman, and the other focuses on Sean's identity as the world's largest private military organization. The concerns of the two parties are completely different.

Reaching out and shaking casually, Cyril George quickly let people into the room.

After entering the villa, Sean looked left and right. The decoration style was classical and old-fashioned.

After serving the coffee, Sean didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries, and said directly: "I've taken a fancy to the place you're looking at in the reconstruction of Los Angeles, and I'm very sincere."

Yes, when I came to the door, it was a sign of sincerity.

"Ah!" Cyril George was stunned by the words. This... straight to the point, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

It is absolutely impossible to directly refuse.

"Mr. Sean has also taken a fancy to this place, hahaha, this shows that we have a good vision. We can get Mr. Sean's approval. What kind of real estate project is Mr. Sean planning to see? I think we can cooperate." Siri said El George with a smile.

"I'm going to build a gymnasium here. It's okay to cooperate or something. Your place is not clean." Sean directly vetoed it.

The corner of Cyril George's mouth twitched, and he was completely numb.

By saying this, you are not expressing your sincerity, you are here to slap your face!

Damn, your umbrella is awesome, but you can't just give it no face.

Irish gangs have been entrenched in Los Angeles for more than 200 years, and it is not too much to say that they are deeply rooted.

Although the scope of business has shrunk significantly due to the rise of Hispanics and blacks, but in terms of strength, the Irish gangs are not bad.

Just low key.

As we all know, the two major American mafia, the Irish mafia, and the Italian mafia.

Other criminal organizations can only be called gangsters.

Angry to angry, Cyril George still didn't shake his face like Bertram, but forced a smile and said: "I can't decide this matter alone, and I need to discuss it with many people. .”

"The time is too short, Mr. Sean, look, how about I answer you later?"

Sean looked at his watch, "Okay, I'll wait for you for 24 hours!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Cyril George agreed or disagreed, he turned around and left.

Seeing Xiao En's convoy pass by the gate of the villa, Cyril George's face turned cold a little bit.

A young man walked up behind Cyril and said annoyedly, "Damn it, just kill him!"

Cyril turned back and gave the young man a sideways look, "If you can do it, I don't care."

"Uh..." The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, he was just not convinced, and he was just congratulating himself.

It's not like he didn't miss Sean's car, it's the same as the fucking US president's car.

This guy doesn't look like Kennedy, he doesn't wear a helmet when he makes a convertible...

"Don't fart if you don't have that ability!" Cyril turned and walked into the house, leaving only one sentence.

"Then what should we do? If someone really came to say something, let's offer up the land obediently immediately." Seven young people were dissatisfied and eight said indignantly.

Cyril waved his hand and said nothing.

That night, the Irish Mafia in Los Angeles held a high-level meeting.

"Let's talk about it."

"Is there anything to say? I know what everyone is thinking. We all feel that we cannot defeat the force of the umbrella!" A man with a back comb and a drooping mouth said in a cold voice: "But, let it go now, then What about the back?"

"Yes, it's not impossible for us to change to another area for development, the impact is not that big."

"But the question is who can guarantee that this is not Xiao En's temptation?"

"Yeah!" Speaking of which, someone echoed, "The four major gangs on 18th Street released rumors that Jonas found them. The Jonas family is going to enter Los Angeles and even the entire California. This should not be a fake news. "

"Los Angeles is so big. The southern part is controlled by Latin Americans and blacks. Hollywood has Italians and Jews. We Irish only have the northern part. Now that Jonas wants to enter Los Angeles, who will give up the territory?" Another expressed support .

Everyone talked in a hurry, but everyone's focus was not on that land at all.

Once the land is in their hands, they will not spend too much money to develop it. The main business of the Irish Mafia is not real estate.

What they were afraid of was that Sean aimed at their Irish gangsters and dealt with them like he dealt with the Dimio Group back then.

"Then if there is a war, how to solve it?" Cyril asked the question.

Dabei snorted and said, "What are you afraid of? The protective umbrella is powerful. It is a warship and missiles, but he can't launch missiles towards Los Angeles. What are you afraid of!"

"Even if there is a firefight, he dares to use an armed helicopter or an armored vehicle!"

"He dare not!"

"As long as you don't use these, what's so scary?"

"If you are also afraid of this, then simply, everyone pack up and leave now."

Everyone nodded one after another. It was a matter of interests and no concessions were allowed.

Now that the matter is settled, let's find out what Sean is going to do first.

...

Although both sides refused, the reaction was mixed.

Bertram Bain is waiting for Sean to step down, and the Irishman is waiting for Sean to make a move.

None of that mattered to Sean, though.

Anyway, I expressed my 'sincerity'.

What sincerity?

Isn't it sincere enough to come to the door in person?

Afterwards, it is to brighten up the muscles.

In the end, this is the last thing to watch.

...

In a bar, the music is deafening.

On the stage, the stripper kept twisting her waist around the pole, teasing a group of LSPs below the stage.

In the corner, a group of people with messy tattoos are drinking with their arms around a woman.

An old black patted the thigh of the woman next to him, the woman stood up, the man stood up and walked out, the woman with a full skirt caught up with him and took old black's arm.

Seeing the two people walk to the bathroom corridor, not far away, two men stood up and followed. After walking a few meters, another man stood up and followed.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw that Old Hei was standing there, and the woman next to him stretched out his hand to help him, and Old Hei was peeing comfortably.

"Hiss..." Lao Hei shivered comfortably, and the woman who was supporting him giggled and squatted down.

The two people who followed walked up to Lao Hei, and the other person turned around and stood at the bathroom door to block the door.

He took out a handkerchief in one hand and shook it, took out a small bottle in the other hand and opened it, and poured some transparent liquid directly on the handkerchief.

The man came behind Lao Hei who was enjoying with his eyes closed, and suddenly reached out with his left hand and grabbed Lao Hei's chin and lifted it upwards vigorously, covering it with the handkerchief of his right hand.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo" Lao Hei was dragged out and struggled vigorously.

The squatting woman suddenly realized that her mouth was empty, and raised her head blankly. Before she could close her mouth, a black and hard one went straight in.

pistol!

"boom!"

Under the woman's horrified eyes, a knife slashed fiercely on the woman's neck. The woman rolled her eyes and fell directly into the bathroom.

On the other side, the old black chin was forcibly choked, and there was no room for resistance at all. He took a deep breath, and all the liquid on the handkerchief was sucked into his lungs, and soon he stopped struggling.

(Strangling the throat is a killer move, the direction of force is not backwards, but upwards...don't try it!)

Seeing that Lao Hei was struggling more and more weakly, he let go of the hand covering his mouth and nose, and put the handkerchief back into his pocket.

With one arm each, the two lifted the drowsy black man in a semi-comatose state, opened the door of the bathroom and walked out.

At the entrance of the bar, the two gatekeepers laughed loudly as they watched Lao Hei get drunk so early and was dragged out...

Get in the car, leave, and after driving a few hundred meters, the car stops again.

A cold chain transport truck was parked by the side of the road, the door of the car was opened, and the old black was taken off and thrown in directly.

There are many big hooks hanging on the top of the cold chain car, lifting the drowsy old Hei, hanging and pulling his neck directly on the big iron hooks.

'Puff Chi'...

Old Hei hanging in mid-air seemed to wake up for a short while, and the limbs of the corpse in mid-air danced like twitching for a while, and drops of blood fell from the place where the iron hook penetrated.

The two of them didn't look at each other, got out of the car, closed the door, drove, and left.

There are still many goals tonight...

...

At the entrance of a villa, four men in gray clothes got out of the car and walked towards the courtyard wall of the villa.

When there were still more than ten meters away, one person raised his hand and threw a few things into it.

After half a minute, the four of them approached, and the flashlight in their hands emitted a light blue light. The light was so faint that they couldn't see anything a little farther away.

In the yard, two big dogs were lying on the ground, their tongues drooping on the ground, motionless.

Enter over the wall, open the gate, and close the gate after everyone enters.

Standing at the gate of the villa, one of them took out a set of tools and fiddled with it a few times, twisted slightly, and the gate slowly opened.

As soon as they entered, the four of them had a clear division of labor and went straight to their respective goals. Obviously, they had a clear understanding of the internal structure of the villa.

One person went straight to the worker's room on the first floor, his footsteps were inaudible. The door of the worker's room was open, and this person was in charge of guarding at night.

Of course, it is impossible to expect a gang to do the same as the Secret Service.

There is a dog guarding the house, and a light sleeper is listening, so I am already very alert, what else do I want to do.

Walking to the door of the worker's room, Gray Clothes raised his hand, and a delicate hand crossbow suddenly appeared in his hand.

There was an infrared sight on the hand crossbow, and a red dot landed on the forehead of the guy in the worker's room.

"stretch"

'puff'

At a distance of three meters, most of a short steel crossbow arrow was shot into the head, and the person lay dead before he could even make a sound.

Upstairs, the three of them walked to the door of a room.

Each took out a syringe, opened a vial and took out a tube of liquid, aiming at the gap under the door and gently pushing.

A stream of liquid was sprayed in.

After doing this and that, a few minutes later, several people quietly opened the door and took a look inside.

Finally found the target.

The three of them walked to the bed softly, and there was a naked Hispanic man lying on the bed, with his mouth open, and real grunting came from his mouth.

Next to him lay two women with big buttocks and big breasts.

The three of them looked at each other and took out the vial to open again, aiming the mouth of the bottle directly at the mouth and nose of the three of them.

After more than a minute, the three fell into a coma directly.

One person dragged the man on the bed on his back and walked directly downstairs. The other two searched in the house and found a hidden safe in the shoe cabinet below a wardrobe.

At this moment, the man in gray who had just completed the killing task on the first floor had already driven in and parked his car at the door.

The living person was thrown into the car, and the safe was put into the trunk. While the three of them were busy, the first gray-clothed man was wrapping the corpse in a sheet, and even wiped away some of the blood spattered around it.

Finally, I took out a bottle of spray, which was prepared to carry, and could react with blood.

Sean didn't understand the principle, anyway, the blood stains disappeared completely after spraying it on.

Close the door and leave. Two hours later, the two dogs twitched for a while and slowly got up...

...

In the middle of the night, a car was driving fast on the road.

Inside the car, an old black man with a big gold chain on his body was driving.

In the back row, where a man is sitting, a woman is half lying on the man's body and is working hard together. The man brushes the woman's long hanging hair from time to time.

It has to be seen to feel better.

Just as he was getting comfortable, he suddenly heard the sound of an engine roaring from behind. The man turned his head and saw a blue-faced sports car catching up and driving side by side.

The window of the sports car was rolled down, and a white man stretched out his arm, as if pointing his thumb to this side, then turned his hand and pointed his thumb down.

A burst of laughter came from the car.

"Fake!" Old Hei cursed loudly, "Catch up and teach them a lesson!"

This is a very common provocative behavior in the United States. It is nothing more than a chance encounter on the road. Everyone wants to race a car and look for excitement.

The only difference is that today it is a group of white people who are finding fault.

Good guy, this must not be allowed, you must win!

The roar of the engine sounded, and both sides accelerated crazily, regardless of whether the light was red or not, they rushed crazily.

It's just that the old blacks didn't notice it at all, and the route became more and more remote.

You chased me for a while, and suddenly, the provocative white vehicle suddenly slowed down and braked.

Old Hei, who was yelling excitedly, passed by before he could react.

Before they figured out what was going on, and before they had time to celebrate, they just slowed down subconsciously, looking back to see what happened.

A dump truck without driving lights suddenly rushed out next to it, and with a "boom", Lao Hei's sports car was directly hit and flew into the air.

The dump truck didn't mean to slow down at all.

The sports car was hit and rolled over more than 30 meters. The car was completely deformed. The dump truck that was overtaking turned slightly and disappeared into the night.

Immediately afterwards, a van drove up and stopped in front of the old black sports car.

The carriage opened, one person pulled a steel cable, and the other pushed a supermarket trolley down.

The pushcart was inserted under the sports car on the side of the road, and quickly pressed a few times. The front of the sports car was jacked up, the cable was hung up, and the winch in the car was turned. A simple trailer, including the car and people, was directly dragged into the car. within.

It took less than five minutes before and after, and during this time, the two of them picked up the large pieces of debris that were knocked into the air and threw them into the van.

The night wind blew, and apart from the broken glass all over the floor, there was nothing of value left at the scene.

The blood is gone...

...

In the bar, the boss didn't come back for a long time, and everyone didn't care, they just thought that the boss was having a good time.

Until the woman who was knocked unconscious woke up from the toilet in a daze, and after a while, there was a scream.

A group of people made a fuss, which soon alarmed the person in charge of the bar.

After questioning, I finally learned from the two subordinates guarding the gate that their boss was drunk and taken away.

Boss, lost?

Kidnapped?

...

On the side of the villa, it wasn't until the next morning that the people in the other rooms woke up to realize that the boss had disappeared out of thin air!

There were only two sleepy naked women left on the bed.

Even the person in charge of security downstairs was gone.

At first, I thought that the boss had gone out, but I couldn't wait for the left and couldn't come back for the right.

Finally a group of people realized something was wrong.

Boss, lost?

Under the eyes of a group of people, quietly lost?

...

At noon, the news slowly spread that there were a total of eight gang bosses or important figures in the gang missing in the vicinity.

There are 19 people in total.

Except for a woman at the bar who was knocked out when she saw half of them with her own eyes, there was no clue about the other missing people.

Some disappeared quietly, and some disappeared out of thin air under the eyes of everyone.

No one called the police.

But the police are very well informed, and everyone knows the news.

Of course, not calling the police does not mean that the police will not investigate the case.

After taking so much money, I will definitely come out to find someone at this time.

The police internally discussed in private that the assailants must have been professionally trained, and had been monitoring these people for a long time, and knew the whereabouts of the missing people very well.

That's why people can disappear without anyone noticing.

The means are too professional.

Professional is scary.

It must be a gang committing the crime, and the gang is not small.

After some discussion, the police immediately decided to set up a private task force to investigate the case.

Must know who did it!

There must be justice for the gangs!

People on the road are in panic, how can business be done?

It doesn't matter whether the case is formally filed or not. The police must uphold justice and kill criminals in their cradles.

Of course, more importantly, the police are also very uneasy.

What they are most afraid of is that the target of the attackers is not just the gang members, but the law enforcement officers...

...

South of Los Angeles, in the Long Beach Pier area, inside a cold storage.

Rows of large iron hooks hung skinned cows, but in one corner, more than a dozen hooks hung corpses.

Standing next to the corpse were a few people wrapped in cotton coats. If you look carefully, you will find that they are not wearing anything under the cotton coats. They are shivering from the cold as they step on the cold concrete floor with bare feet.

You can't sit still, it's colder if you don't move.

Several people's hair and eyebrows were full of frost, and none of them spoke, but glanced uncontrollably at the hanging corpse from time to time.

Many of them were acquainted with them, or they were their subordinates, but they were so cold and hard at the moment.

They didn't know where it was, they were already here when they woke up.

It has been many hours, and they are still alive, which means that the captors still want them.

Otherwise, they would be hung here like those corpses.

It's just that no one has come to them all the time, and they must persist in living now.

It can't be frozen to death for no reason before it has played a role.

...

In a hotel at the junction of Inglewood and the southern part of downtown Los Angeles.

"He did it, absolutely!"

If viewed from the middle, the restaurant is brown on one side and black on the other.

There are four directions, four waves of people, and people from the four major gangs sit facing each other on the table in the middle.

"What you said is fucking nonsense, we all know he did it, the question is, how do we deal with it!"

"How do I know? People don't know where they are!"

"So, then why did you call everyone here? Just listen to your nonsense whining here." The boss of the lame gang sang directly in rap.

"I don't think it's necessary, you can go, no one is stopping you." The boss of Floren Rosa 13 folded his arms and looked coldly at the boss of the lame gang.

"Okay, tell me." The boss of the lame gang shrugged. It was impossible for him to leave. He was afraid of being betrayed.

"I don't have a solution, and neither can you!" The people in Florence glanced at the other three people, and then continued: "I passed the news to the police, and you must have let it out."

"I guess it's useless. The umbrella cooperates with the police, so the police may not intervene." Tony of the Blood Gang shook his head.

"The news I got is just the opposite. The cooperative partner of the umbrella is the mayor and the sheriff. They have nothing to do with the people below." Florence's boss smiled, "The police are more urgent than us now."

"Hey, how should I say it?" Everyone became curious.

"My people told me that the higher-ups feel that the Jonas family is a difficult target to deal with because they are backed by the umbrella and the rich man Sean. Compared with them, they would rather the underground forces in Los Angeles be under our control."

Everyone looked happy, but gradually became ugly again.

No matter how it sounds, this is equivalent to saying that compared with Jonas, they are a bunch of little trash, and they are easier to manipulate.

If Jonas enters Los Angeles, the situation between the police and the robbers may change a lot.

This is what many people in the police do not want to see.

No one would be happy to be seen as a little trash, but now, the trash is an advantage.

Gan!

"Don't think so much, otherwise, none of you would want to touch Jonas." Florence's boss spread his hands indifferently.

Everyone shook their heads silently, touch, no one can be found anywhere, touch a chicken feather.

The meeting ended soon, and after some discussion, everyone's mentality was calmed down.

Well, lie flat.

Shrink your power, let your subordinates hide their fucking honestly recently, and don't show their heads.

On the other side, they vigorously cooperated with the police and really went to arrest those people who were doing things.

Once you find someone, things will be easy to handle.

Even if you don't arrest people, everyone still has a bargaining chip.

...

"Boss, the work here hasn't been finished yet, and you have arranged work for me!" Armstrong looked at Sean with a wry smile, "Capitalists can't squeeze people like this!"

"You are also a member of the capitalists now, you must be conscious, OK!"

"Uh...Okay." Armstrong slapped his forehead heavily.

The dragon slayer eventually became a dragon.

"Let me mobilize some more people to come here. This project is quite a lot!" Armstrong looked at the large stack of documents in his hand and shook his head with some headaches.

The top two photos are the two deputy chiefs of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Throughout the Los Angeles Police Department system, leaders at all levels are listed.

Everyone's profile Sean needs.

There is a way to know the enemy and know yourself, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

Want to corrupt one... Ahem, Sean must know who can be wooed and who cannot be wooed.

In fact, he didn't want to be so troublesome, he could only say that the chief of police is an idiot.

He can't even control his subordinates, what the fuck!

...

9000 words, adjust your status, and strive for 10,000 tomorrow.

In addition, the author was not allowed to water the plot...

This year's readers are too picky!