America’s Big Hero

(I coded 2,000 words for a friend today... only 8,000)

Jonas said loudly with a straight face: "I don't allow you to insult the police!"

After finishing speaking, Jonas smiled again, leaned over and pressed his elbow on Cyril's shoulder, "Hey, if the police are all dedicated to their duties, fearing life and death, not accepting bribes, and not favoritism, then there is no room for us to survive. "

"You have already been arrested and sent to prison."

"So, instead of blaming the police, why don't you think about it now?"

"Killing so many of us, you think you can get out of here alive!" Cyril stared at Jonas, his eyes bloodshot.

Everyone is out to mess around, not so naive.

Why did Jonas go after him alone and not others?

How is he different from the other four leaders?

He has been cleansed, and he manages the property of the Irish gangsters, visible and invisible, all property.

Before that, his attention was still on the hotel side, hoping that the other three people could turn the tables, and hope that the police could crush Sean's plot.

In the end, they were all fucking trash!

Now that his attention is drawn back, Cyril finally wants to understand the meaning of his life.

However, if he really handed it over, what value would he have?

still alive?

Cyril, who has been in the mafia for so many years, understands very well that the fucking rules and reputation are all fucking bullshit.

The mafia is a criminal organization, everyone is just to make money, everything else is bullshit!

"Don't say that, this is America, everyone is American, where is there any Irishman, according to you, am I still African?"

Jonas laughed and continued: "You are a white man, where do you complain so much, I am a black man and I don't say racism, okay, okay, let's get down to business."

"Come out to hang out, why?"

"Don't tell me that you are for the great ideal of Irish independence or something." As he spoke, Jonas shook his head with a funny expression.

"I don't believe you." Cyril was silent for a while, but still spoke.

Talk is sure to talk.

if not?

Pull Jonas to die together?

"Then who do you trust?" Jonas was not angry either.

"I want to see Sean, and I want him to promise me in person in public." Cyril said word by word after thinking for a long time.

"No way!" Jonas shook his head.

"Sean is Sean, the umbrella is the umbrella, and I am me." Jonas said with a smile: "Everyone has different roles and is responsible for different things. Let's put it this way, Sean will not commit crimes."

"I know what you think. You think this is done by the umbrella side, but I tell you that you are wrong. We will not make mistakes on this point. It is unnecessary and non-interfering with each other. That's the only way to be safe, don't you clean it up too."

Umbrella is a regular company, and it accepts formal business contracts. The partners are either the government or super capital, and they do not participate in crimes.

At least in the continental United States.

Even if an individual person within the umbrella commits a crime, it has nothing to do with the company. It is called an individual behavior, and the law will only judge the individual, not the company.

It's like someone in a bank operating illegally and taking other people's money. That's a personal act, a personal violation, whether it's theft or fraud, it has nothing to do with the bank itself.

What is a company breaking the law, such as tax evasion, such as making false accounts, such as researching chemical weapons, etc., this is called corporate behavior.

If the company does not violate the law, the company will not fail.

If the company under his name does not fail, Sean will have confidence.

Sean has confidence, and Jonas and the others have confidence.

Cyril frowned, of course he understood what Jonas said, criminals, how could criminals not understand the law.

"But I don't believe you." Cyril's surrender is certain, unless he wants to die.

But he didn't want to die, he had money, the Irish mafia had money, and he wanted to live longer.

Still want to enjoy life.

"It's okay." Jonas shook his head and said with a smile: "Then do you believe in your money? Do you believe in the power of Dao Le?"

"I want all the legal assets in your hands."

"You can take away those illegal assets, or find a way to deal with them and take the money away. You can go wherever you want."

"Like Canada, like Japan, like Europe, whatever you want."

"If you need, I can also help you exchange it into the currency of other countries."

"Canadian dollars, British pounds, Japanese yen, Hong Kong dollars, Australian dollars, you name it."

"Gifts are taxable." Cyril pursed his lips and said.

"Of course, I'm a legal citizen." Jonas laughed. "I, never, don't evade taxes!"

"I want to transfer the funds first, and then transfer the assets." Cyril thought for a while and said.

"Okay." Jonas agreed straight away, "I'm not afraid of your repentance, I don't believe you would be so stupid as to think that you can escape without a trace, right?"

Jonas got closer again, stared into Cyril's eyes and said, "You don't want to take that money into the coffin, right, you always have to spend it, to enjoy life, to have a villa, to have love People need luxury cars, yachts, and high society, right!"

Cyril swallowed, Jonas put too much pressure on him.

As just said, he needs it, and high consumption cannot be hidden.

This is also the source of his insecurity.

Nodding dejectedly, Cyril let out his last breath, and the aura of a gangster in his whole body instantly disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Cyril is a decadent fat man.

"Finally, I will give you another guarantee." Jonas grabbed Cyril's neck, looked down at him, and said with a smile on his lips: "As the leader of the Irish Mafia, call all the gang leaders in Los Angeles, In front of everyone, I want to take over your territory as a matter of name."

"At the same time, this is also for your own good. With so many witnesses, even if I do it for my colleagues in Los Angeles and California, I will not touch you." Jonas patted Cyril's belly wantonly. Fat.

"Do you know the difference between me and ordinary underground forces?"

Cyril raised his head and smiled flatteringly, "I don't know."

"I'm not short of money!" Jonas patted Cyril's big belly again, turned around and left with a smile, "Okay, I'll wait for your news, as soon as possible."

"I don't like to procrastinate." Jonas walked out swaggeringly, saying goodbye to his hands without looking back.

Cyril followed Jonas and watched him walk out of the gate of the villa, while the 20 subordinates behind him watched quietly.

No one spoke, and the hearts of the 20 subordinates were completely dispersed by the big explosion.

Too bad, everyone is not in the same order.

People are scattered.

Cyril wanted to leave, and so did his subordinates.

"ε=(′ο｀*))) Alas." With a heavy sigh, Cyril bent slightly and walked towards the villa, "I'm going to go, to England, if you want to follow, you can follow, if you don't want to, I'll get you some money."

America can't stand it anymore.

...

"Sean, what do you want to do! Are you crazy?" Seeing the scene of the explosion on TV, Tom called immediately.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Sean took the phone away, and waited for Tom to finish his rant before he said, "I didn't understand what you were talking about."

"Don't play dumb, I know, everyone knows!"

"So?" Sean asked with a smile, "Is it the police's loss?"

Tom was stunned and didn't know how to answer. It is certain that some people were injured by the stone, but it is definitely not a big loss.

It is not a loss if no one dies, or if there are not many deaths.

After all, they are contract workers.

"Then, is there any loss for that honorable gentleman?" Sean asked again.

Tom: "..."

"So, what's the problem? I don't understand. Is this a big deal now that nearly 4,000 fires have burned and more than 1,000 buildings have been destroyed?" Sean asked again.

After being asked continuously by Sean, Tom suddenly felt, yes, only a hundred people died. It seems, probably, it’s really not a big deal...

But, you fucking threw so much explosives in the city, hey!

"Okay, dear Mayor Tom, some small things, let them go with the wind, our top priority now should be how to complete the task of rebuilding Los Angeles better and faster, not on these trivial things. Do pestering."

"This time I will invest 500 million US dollars in Los Angeles, 500 million, isn't that enough to make your heart beat?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Sean, it seems that we have time to talk about the construction of Los Angeles. I believe that it is because of Mr. Sean's kind-hearted and insightful people that Los Angeles will become better. ’ Tom laughed out loud.

"I think so too." Sean had a strange smile on his face.

"Oh, by the way, someone will contact the city government later. I heard that a philanthropist is very sad about the situation in Los Angeles and plans to stand up and donate a sum of money."

"Oh, this is really, really great." Tom seemed to think of something, and said with a smile.

...

After coming out of Cyril's villa, the smile on Jonas's face never faded, and he looked radiant.

After getting into the car, he waved his hand, "Go, go back!"

The plan of inserting into Los Angeles was basically successfully completed, and Jonas was also greatly relieved.

Finally, let's deal with the beginning and end and it's over.

Hurrying back to the temporary stronghold, the six people who performed the mission had already returned.

One by one gave a big hug, which is emotional.

Of course, we will not be stingy financially.

Six suitcases were pushed over, opened one by one, stacks of them, full of US dollars.

For a moment, the guy who killed the six without batting an eye became short of breath.

It's all money too, obviously cash has more impact than checks.

One million dollars per person!

That's a million dollars in the 80s.

What concept?

According to media statistics, in the past ten years, countless robberies, large and small, have occurred in the United States.

Excluding those who were unsuccessful and only counting successful robberies, the average amount of money that can be obtained per successful robbery is only about $30,000.

This is also because there is a large amount of dispersal, which increases the level of robbery per capita.

The most famous is the "New York Heist" two years ago, in which an unnamed person led a professional gang to rob $45 million at one time.

Excluding this super robber, in fact, the most successful armed robbery in the last ten years only robbed more than 3 million US dollars.

Going forward is the robbery of the Union Bank of California in 1972. Seven robbers broke into the bank and stole $30 million in assets from the safe.

Note that it is assets, not cash. It is very dangerous to cash out, even more dangerous than robbing a bank, and you will not get much money from cashing out.

And this is also the biggest bank robbery that happened in the United States before the existence of a certain person who did not want to be named!

So, 6 million, cash, really, really a lot.

It's just one life, and there is a complete escape plan.

According to Sean's original design, even if the six people did not take advantage of the chaos to snatch the police car and run away, they would be rescued on the way to the detention center. The route had already been explored and the manpower was ready.

Unless it's unlucky, it's hard to die.

Jonas just laughed and watched the six howl, jump, and yell.

After a long time, when the excitement of the six people passed away, Jonas said with a smile: "Okay, you can take your time when you are happy, don't worry."

"Although the police haven't seen what you look like, and your eyes are still smeared, it's best not to stay in the United States for the time being, and I will send you on board later, and you go down halfway, and fly to Kata at any airport Herner."

"It's inconvenient to carry cash, but it doesn't matter, it's also available over there. If you want to spend it, just withdraw the money from the branch over there."

"Cartagena is our territory, we can play however we want, just say hello to the brothers over there."

This set of procedures was designed by Sean.

But anyone who has completed the task and wants to go out to hide and relax will go to Cartagena.

There is a one-stop service prepared by Sean.

Food, housing, play, women, mansions, yachts...everything you can think of.

If there is any need, just a phone call, and someone will come to arrange it in person.

Pipeline work.

Of course, the money that should be spent will not be less.

Money always has to be recovered!

Come from me, go back to me.

As soon as you pass by, the money becomes service income, so it will be cleaned up!

"Long live the boss!" The six raised their hands and cheered loudly.

Jonas sent them all the way to the boat from the pier in Long Beach, which was a big ship carrying raw meat to Colombia, and the corpses were also on board.

It's not easy to bring more people.

And those corpses, after entering the Pacific Ocean, will be thrown directly back to nature.

There is no death, only disappearance.

The investigation of missing cases in any country is completely incomparable with homicide cases.

After sending these six people away, Jonas felt relieved. As for the manpower problem.

Manpower has never been an issue, New Jersey has it, Columbia has it.

Those who don't want to work under the umbrella will join the Jonas family and enter the semi-retirement status after retiring to the second line.

This is a retirement plan designed by Sean. Of course, you can also retire directly, but generally not.

Battlefield syndrome is more serious, and normal social life is difficult to adapt to. This kind of semi-retirement life is more free.

Of course, umbrella employees who are on vacation can also come to Jonas to pick up private work.

Xiao En understood these American soldiers...

After wandering around, Jonas quietly found Rod King, who was the last target to be appeased.

"How is it? Has your body recovered?" Jonas asked with a smile.

"It's a bit difficult, and I need help when I poop." Sitting in the wheelchair, Rod King shrugged with a smile. Most of the wounds on his face have healed, and all the sutured wounds have been removed.

But it is not so easy to heal even soft tissue bruises and bone fractures for a hundred days.

"However, it won't delay my enjoyment of life." As he spoke, Rod King shook his butt a few times, "If it doesn't work, I can let them move by themselves."

The two suddenly laughed.

Hei, I can understand.

After chatting for a while, Jonas finally got to the point, "Your side is about to reopen the court."

"Yes, it's been a few days, and the trial will be reopened." Rhodes nodded.

"Well, I still can't arrange a better lawyer for you this time, but it's okay, because of this matter, the court will favor you, and the jury will not obstruct it. The most urgent task in Los Angeles now is to resume production and construction. You This has to make him a thing of the past."

"It should be able to compensate you a lot of money, several million."

"Hahaha, then I'll be a millionaire." Rhode laughed loudly happily, he was just beaten up, it's too fucking profitable.

"Well, you deserve it. When this matter is over, do you want to go somewhere to play? Move away from Los Angeles for a while."

"I haven't thought about it, whatever. I want to go around and see around when I have money. The world is so big." Rhodes shrugged, with a look of loneliness, "Actually, I want to go back to my hometown and have a look."

"Hometown?" Jonas was taken aback.

"Africa, go back and see where the black people made their voices." Rhodes said lightly.

Homecoming? Jonas had heard Sean explain this word, and he found it very exciting. Just a few pronunciations can represent so many meanings, like an alien language.

Rabbits are cultured!

"You said, black man, is that really that bad?" Rhodes frowned, and suddenly looked up at Jonas and asked.

During this period of time, he couldn't do anything because of his injury. He just paid attention to the news every day. After all, he caused it.

This experience was something he had never had before.

Before that, he spent all his time fooling around. After retiring, he was only accompanied by alcohol and women.

During the half month of following the news, from the perspective of the participants, he suddenly received so much information, which made Rhodes involuntarily think a lot about the various evaluations on TV.

That feeling of a chimpanzee starting to think.

"Why do you ask that? Did someone tell you something?" Jonas frowned, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Affirmative action organization?

Jonas remembered Sean's warning to stay away from those political groups.

"Oh, that's not true." Rhode shook his head quickly. He knew the rules, so he just said what he had been thinking during this time.

"Hahaha, what I thought it was." Jonas laughed loudly, "If you ask me these things, I don't know how to answer you. After all, I'm not a sociologist or something. What about me? Tell me what you told me over there."

"If you divide the role played by all parties in the Los Angeles incident into one hundred, you, Rod King, account for at most 8%, maybe less."

"This is still the case that the whole incident was planned and triggered by us. Therefore, you think highly of your influence. This incident has little to do with you. With or without you, this incident will come sooner or later. This is a social contradiction. Racial conflict."

"Whether black people are inherently bad, I don't know, but the head gave me a few chestnuts. Where is a job opportunity, everyone can do it. At this time, who will the boss choose?"

"The answer is a white man."

"If white people are unwilling to do it, without external influence, the boss will choose an Asian, especially a Chinese, because he will give the least money and do the best job."

"If Asians cannot be selected for a particular reason, then the boss will choose Hispanics, because they are most similar to whites in appearance and blood, including culture, including habits, including religion, including language, yes, language, blacks The tone of voice is completely different from that of white people, and Latin Americans are the same as them."

"Bosses are willing to choose black people only when there is no choice. This is a fact. Without jobs, people have to commit crimes if they want to live. If the crime rate is too high, bosses will not like to hire, and it is a vicious circle."

"Don't refute me first." Jonas interrupted Rod King, and asked instead: "Tell me, when you spend money to find women, do you choose more black women or more Latin women with big butts?"

Jonas smiled and hooked his fingers.

Rod King was stunned. It was unexpected for Jonas to ask such a question at such a serious moment.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Rhodes had to say, well, if he has money, he will call a white woman with a big butt, if he doesn't have so much money, he will call a Latin American hottie, and only if there is no other way, he will Call a black man.

After all, who doesn't love exotic styles?

"So, you see, in the female branch business, black people can't beat them." Jonas spread his hands.

"This is the current state of society. If it weren't for the fear of being called a racially discriminatory name, Hollywood would not have so many black people. Except for villains, black people would not be used in movies."

"So, don't be burdened. The fact is that you are worthless than you think. Your existence will not have any impact on the world, whether it is life or death."

"Living better is the greatest contribution you can make to the world."

"Now, tell me, are you feeling better?"

Rhode's face was contorted, he gritted his teeth, and held back two words for a while, "Fack!"

But after finishing speaking, his mood also improved. After all, he is not a pervert. It is normal for him to feel a burden in his heart if he caused such a bad influence.

Guilty or something, the whole fucking ridicule is gone.

Seeing Rhodes' appearance, Jonas laughed out loud, booing!

The last time Sean told him, the sarcasm was even stronger.

"Okay, when will the black man stand up?" Rhodes asked a question that had troubled him for a long time.

"I don't know, but let's just say, when the black population exceeds 40%, so work hard."

Well, Rhode subconsciously bent over to cover it, but there was a smile on his face.

Why he doesn't understand, but it's not a bad thing to have too many people.

...

After comforting Rhodes again, Jonas left. In the car, everyone relaxed.

After a person is busy with a major event, he will have a sense of relaxation, spiritually.

However, due to overwork, the tension in the body is difficult to eliminate.

so……

Jonas took out his phone and dialed, "Whitney, I heard you are still in Los Angeles."

"Yeah, my manager asked me to participate in more public activities about anti-riot, anti-racism, mourning the dead, etc., you know." Whitney Houston said lazily on the phone.

After the Los Angeles riots, celebrities, entertainers, politicians, all kinds of people began to appear on the stage, and began to share the traffic after the riots.

As a black star, Whitney Houston naturally has to stand up and exert her influence, and organize black people to perform some show activities to improve her status among black people and influence in society.

The public image must be maintained.

"Work is never finished, come on, let's have a meal and relax." Jonas sent an invitation.

In New Jersey, Jonas was a black 'star', the most famous of them all.

For the black singer who also came from his hometown, Jonas has been able to look after him for a long time.

Especially after hearing what Sean said...

Cough cough, it is said that Whitney has seen them and heard their names.

"Oh, who is invited?" Whitney asked on the other end of the phone.

"No matter how many people you invite, it's just to give you the most beautiful flower as a foil, so it's not important, is it?" After being forced to read more, Jonas' useless knowledge increased.

A burst of silver bell-like laughter came from the phone, and Whitney agreed with a smile.

Black people don't discriminate against a 'capable' person, they just worship.

Well, the vast majority of people in America don't discriminate against mafia or hardcore gang members, which is a pretty good job.

Not to mention mafia leaders.

After hanging up the phone, Jonas laughed, as if the physical exhaustion had disappeared in an instant.

Yes, that meant Whitney had agreed to a date with him.

As for Whitney being used by Sean...

What a deal.

Jonas doesn't mind being like-minded with his brother.

Maybe we can communicate with each other in the future.

Besides, he knew that Sean would not do such a bloody thing as falling in love with someone.

I happily arrived at the place where I lived, a villa near the Santa Monica beach, the scenery is very good.

Jonas paid for it himself.

Not long after, Whitney arrived, and came up with a big hug.

In fact, Whitney was curious about Mafia life, things that Sean had never mentioned before.

Once, while preparing a dinner for Whitney alone, Jonas was happily chatting with Whitney when Sean called suddenly.

"Is everything done?"

"It's all done!"

"Did you call Tom?"

"Ah!" Jonas patted his forehead. After finishing his work, he was too busy with relaxation and lust, and forgot about it.

"Fuck, hurry up!" Sean scolded, "What's your voice?"

"Haha, I'm treating Whitney Houston to dinner. How about it? Do you want to come over?" Jonas laughed.

Shit, Sean rolled his eyes, he was not that interested, "Okay, hurry up, I'll hang up, by the way, keep your mouth shut, you can suck things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense."

"OK." Jonas agreed and hung up the phone.

"who?"

"Sean." Jonas replied casually, "Wait a minute, I'll make a call."

As he said, he didn't shy away from Whitney, it was all a fair thing.

"Mr. Tom, I'm Jonas. Yes, I, as a black man, feel both sad and angry about what happened in Los Angeles before. I think I should do something for black compatriots and for Los Angeles."

"Yes, I'm going to give a sum of money, but it's not just a donation."

"I am going to call on more black people to take to the streets to clean up garbage, clean up waste areas, and rescue supplies. Black people need to rebuild their own strength for Los Angeles. For this reason, I am willing to buy some daily necessities to distribute. This is not Hire, that's the reward."

Well, this is what Sean taught him. The purpose is to learn from Frank Lucas, regularly distribute some supplies to black people, become a black civil leader, a philanthropist, and improve his social status.

Whitney was listening, her eyes showing surprise, she didn't expect Jonas to have such a side.

The image in his eyes suddenly grew taller.

When you get taller, many things become

When it comes, it will happen...

...

Jonas has something to do, to win people over, and Sean has something to do.

Go see the cops who were injured in the previous gang fire and bombing.

Yes, the middle and high level of the police knew that Xiao En planned it.

After all, as soon as Cyril rejected Sean, the Irish Mafia was wiped out later.

Free testimony.

But the problem is, Sean came with 'sincerity'!

If I had to add a number to this sincerity, it would be...

TV interview.

Sean has expressed his opinion in person, and New Century Media will naturally keep up with the pace of its own boss, singing praises to the Los Angeles police, and praise is indispensable.

This is the support that the Los Angeles police need most at this moment. After all, the performance of the police in the Los Angeles riots was too hip, and they were criticized by everyone across the country.

Whether white or black, no one does not scold them.

There is also a lot of pressure on the police.

The media is urgently needed to help restore a good image.

At least to reduce the impact of previous events.

It's worth more than millions to the police as a whole, and it's more urgently needed.

Sincerity enough! ?

When shaking hands with the Sheriff, Deputy Sheriff and others of the Los Angeles Police Department, Sean had this meaning on his face.

Sincere enough! !

The sheriff didn't care, and the others could only pinch their noses to recognize it.

Who let Sean have the right to speak?

In exchange, even if the previous matter is revealed, this is just a PY transaction.

Politics, the art of compromise.

One side charges, one side finishes, perfect!

...

"The investigation is clear." Armstrong found Sean with a bunch of documents. "As expected, Bertram Bain really did something tricky. He arranged for someone to set fire there."

"A small gang that secretly helped Bertram Bain do a lot of things over the years."

"But the small gang itself doesn't know who they are working for. Bertram is very covert."

...