America’s Big Hero

It was the same restaurant last time, where Bertram Bain was having lunch with another shareholder.

"These people really made a fuss too much, and even caused an explosion in the city of Los Angeles." Bertram Bain lowered his head and said 'casually' while eating.

The person next to him glanced at him, "You are ready to promise Sean."

"Heh, heh." Bertram Bain laughed dryly, some things are not good to say in the company.

The purpose of choosing it during the meal is to allow other shareholders to give themselves a step down.

In fact, the company is already looking for new locations.

Of course, the external statement must be to expand the selection target and be prepared.

"Did he not call you again?"

"No!" Bertram Baine smacked his mouth.

"Don't worry too much about Sean's matter. I have also consulted with a consulting company recently." Another shareholder put down his knife and fork and said, "According to the detailed information provided over there, I found that this guy still has a sense of proportion. "

Bertram Bain looked up and looked at Andy Milton in astonishment, with a sentence clearly written in his eyes, brother, what are you blind.

How the hell did he blow up the Irishman's hotel with a ton of dynamite?

Do you have any misunderstanding about propriety?

"Don't look at me like that, I know what he's done, but, that's an Irish Mafia property, unlike us, he couldn't, wouldn't dare use that against us, it's not the 19th century, it's not Chicago." Andy Milton said affirmatively.

Bertram Bain opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment, but they were indeed different from the Irish.

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little ashamed at the same time, but he was really scared when he saw that scene on TV yesterday.

It was really scary enough.

Submachine guns, grenades, and even Gatling appeared, and finally the entire hotel was blown up to the sky.

According to inside information, he learned that nearly a hundred people died inside.

If we add the 20 people who were attacked the night before, there are more than 100 people.

As someone who also rejected Sean, more than a hundred people were killed there in just one day.

This is no longer killing chickens and scaring monkeys.

This is killing tigers and scaring chickens...

He really empathizes, and the whole person is not well.

"I'm not afraid." Bertram Bain swallowed, and forced a tough look on his face, "I just think the city government is too weak, and the Los Angeles police are too weak. Such a bad thing happened , no action was taken.”

"Huh, a bunch of trash who are just wasting taxpayers' money!"

Andy Milton wanted to laugh, this guy still has such a good face.

"In the future, we can take the initiative to talk to Sean, um, talk about cooperation." Andy Milton decided to use a face-saving statement.

"Hmph, you, you go, I don't want to see that arrogant guy." Bertram glanced over.

...

It's just that in many cases, the more you don't want to happen, the more it will happen.

While they were talking, there was a sudden noise outside, and the two of them frowned slightly and stopped talking.

Bertram's two bodyguards looked at Sean and the group of bodyguards approaching with extremely ugly expressions.

Last time, it was these people who made them lose face and were reprimanded by the boss.

This time, no matter what!

The two looked at each other, and stared at Torre, who was walking in the front, who was nearly two meters tall, and opened his mouth to curse.

"Stop!"

"Stand there!"

"Fack!"

"I am going to kill you!"

Being scolded like this, Torre's face sank, and then he showed a ferocious look, just when he was about to rush up and teach the two guys...

The two suddenly turned around to face each other, and one of them punched the opposite person hard in the face.

The man didn't show weakness, and punched back hard, giving the opponent a black eye.

Torrey: "..."

Sean: "..."

These two people must be sick, why did they suddenly start doing it?

The two wrestled fiercely together, it was obvious that they were not acting, their faces were bruised and purple.

Sean and the others stood in place in 'scare', not daring to move, with horror written all over their faces, I have never seen this scene before.

Is this a brand new welcome?

I couldn't read it, but I was blown away!

The two of them stopped after a few hard fights, stood against the wall, crouched down with their heads in their arms,

How proficient is this move...

Sean and the others looked at each other, as if they understood something.

This is because I know I can't stop it, but I don't want to appear too incompetent, so I hit each other a few times, showing that I did my best.

This feels like preparation in advance.

Damn it, he's a werewolf, and he really does it to himself.

Of course, if the two of them really tried their best to stop them, Torre and the others would only be more ruthless.

Walking past the two, Sean reached out and patted the shoulders of the two, with admiration written all over his face, "You two are bodyguards, what a shame!"

At this moment, Torre had already opened the door, and Sean stepped in.

In fact, Bertram Bain's heart beat wildly when he heard the sound of fighting outside, and he always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Well, Sean really showed up again.

Only this time, Bertram Bain knew Sean, so there was no need for him to introduce himself.

Sean pulled out the chair and sat down on his own, "Mr. Bertram, you really love this restaurant. You come to eat at noon every day as long as you are in the company."

"You spy on me?"

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. You are a famous person in this area. Who doesn't know you? It only takes a little time and a little knife music to find out. This is not information that needs to be kept secret."

"Serious people don't ask about these things." Bertram Bain said with a straight face, and Andy Milton next to him quickly scolded him.

Brother, what time is it, can we not be stubborn?

"Hahaha, Mr. Sean, let's try it together. It's not unreasonable for Bertram to like to eat here. The dishes here are very good." Andy Milton quickly smoothed things over.

"Just try it, but Bertram, your two bodyguards are good." Sean praised with a smile.

Bertram was taken aback, looking at the smile on Sean's face, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Sean is here today to talk about the land. We have discussed it and hope to cooperate with Mr. Sean in business." Andy Milton said with a light cough.

"There's no rush, I'm here today to tell a story to Mr. Bertram." Sean said mysteriously.

The two of them were taken aback, we've seen talking and jumping before, but you're not jumping anymore, are you taking off?

"Once upon a time, there were two children who were neighbors. They played together since they were young, grew up, went to elementary school together, went to school at noon, went to school together every morning, and finished school together at night. They were very good friends."

Sean didn't care whether the expressions of the two were weird or not, he just said to himself: "It's just that people are different after all. No matter how inseparable they were when they were young, when they grew up, they found that they were on different paths. the way."

"After graduating from middle school, one was admitted to a prestigious school, but was not admitted to a community college, and the family of the one who went to college also moved away, and the contact gradually became less, but the relationship between the two remained the same."

"This guy who went to college entered the workplace after graduation. Because of his outstanding ability, he gradually gained appreciation, climbed up step by step, and finally became the confidant of a certain billionaire."

"Man, no matter how rich he is, there are always some things that are inconvenient to do, and someone must do them for him."

Speaking of this, Bertram and Andy also roughly understood that Sean was one of the two people he was talking about.

It's just... What does this have to do with today's matter, thinking, Andy looked at Bertram out of the corner of his eye, and found that the corner of his mouth was twitching.

Andy's heart skipped a beat, it's broken!

"This confidant thought of his childhood playmate. Since he was in college, the two hadn't seen each other very often. In his current company and social circle, no one knew his relationship with his childhood neighbor. "

"And after that neighbor failed to enter the university, he gradually became like those low-level people, living on the streets and participating in some criminal activities."

"The confidant secretly found the neighbor. Relying on the most innocent friendship in childhood, the two trusted each other and hit it off. Gradually, the life of the neighbor also got on the right track and became better."

"In order to prevent being discovered, this confidant has almost completely cut off the superficial contact." As he said, Sean clapped his hands, his face full of approval, "Mr. Bertram, I can see, you All of them have special skills.”

"They are all high-end talents, this method is professional!"

"It's really hard to find out if it's another person."

Sean didn't mention that he arranged for people to set fire in a specific area, but they have been investigated to this point, how could it be hidden.

"It's impossible, what are you, what are you..." Bertram's face was pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Before, his confidence was that he was different from the Irish, and Sean didn't dare to use those tough methods to deal with him, but now...

"It's actually not difficult for me." Sean looked at Bertram with a smile, "No one understands crime better than me!"

"It's just the rest of my game. No one knows better than me how many tricks and how many ways to hide."

"People, I have already controlled them."

Bertram leaned back in the chair with a dejected expression, he shouldn't, he was too fucking unlucky.

A big capitalist, who doesn't have a subordinate who does dirty work, but, why did he let himself meet Sean.

He didn't think there was any problem with setting someone on fire.

They didn't kill anyone, and they were compensated afterwards, so those people earned more.

It's not my fault, it's luck.

"I'll give up the plot," Bertram whispered.

"NO, NO, NO!" Sean waved his hand, "This place is actually a little smaller than I wanted, and it needs to be expanded a little bit. Someone will contact Mr. Bertram to get them all sorted out, I hope What I saw was a complete and clean plot."

"I'm the one who's most afraid of trouble."

Saying that, Xiao En smiled and stood up, nodded to the two of them, turned and left the box.

Inside the box, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Andy Milton looked at Bertram. He didn't say something, but he had doubts before.

It's just that it's really too troublesome for this kind of thing to be caught.

"Los Angeles Well-known Billionaire Deliberately Sets Houses on Fire"

Just thinking about it, if the news was reported by Sean's media company, Andy would feel dizzy.

I'm afraid the company will go bankrupt.

The bigger the company, the less likely it is to do those shitty things.

Many companies in the United States, and even the world's top 500 companies, will also compromise with local local snakes in some places.

They will not put on the airs of the top 500, and they are not willing to give up any benefits.

It's not that they are afraid of these local snakes, but that companies such as competitors have mastered black materials.

The loss outweighs the gain.

Speaking of it, this phenomenon is a bit like animal chess, elephants are afraid of mice...

...

A conference room at the Four Seasons Hotel in Hollywood.

There are many people in the meeting room, all in suits and leather shoes, but they look very strange.

There are many blacks, many Hispanics, but not many whites.

The three sides are clearly divided, but the blacks and Hispanics vaguely surround the white side.

What's weird is not only the situation, but also the group of people themselves. The way they wear suits makes people feel a little awkward.

The sound in the meeting room was very noisy, noisy, and there were quarrels of cursing and quarreling from time to time.

That is to say, the sound insulation effect of the door is good, otherwise the entire first floor may not be heard.

A group of gang members, most of whom are rivals, if you expect them to be disciplined, that's utter nonsense.

There was a commotion here, and suddenly, the door of the meeting room was pushed open again.

The attention of everyone in the conference room was attracted, and they all turned their heads to look over.

Then I saw a black man in a suit walking in with a smile.

Most people here don't know who the black people are, but a small number of people who do, such as the bosses of the Blood Gang and Lame Gang, immediately turned their heads and cursed, "Stop fucking, shut up your mouths."

Satisfied, Jonas walked towards the conference room, followed by a fat white man behind him.

Everyone recognizes the fat white man, and Cyril, the Irish mafia, is also the initiator of today's meeting.

The reason why the meeting place is at the Four Seasons Hotel is because these guys in other places will feel unsafe and uneasy.

Especially after some guy who didn't want to be named blew up the entire hotel in one fell swoop.

No one would dare to blow up the Four Seasons Hotel.

As soon as Jonas came in, he went straight to the head of the conference room and walked over, ignoring other people's gazes, and sat down politely.

"Why, who has an opinion?" Jonas said with a smile after looking around.

If you have an opinion, you must have an opinion, but you have to dare to say it.

"It seems that there are no more, so okay, today's meeting begins." Seeing that everyone was silent, Jonas directly took the right to preside over it.

This is even if everyone tacitly agrees that Jonas is the strongest.

There is no doubt about this.

"Mr. Cyril." Jonas gestured.

Cyril didn't sit down, but just stood behind Jonas and said, "Our Irish Mafia has voluntarily transferred the territory of Los Angeles and California to Mr. Jonas. Please come here today to be a witness."

"From then on, these sites belong to the Jonas family, and the Irish Mafia quits California."

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the meeting room.

Although I thought that this scene might happen before I came here, but when it really happened, I still felt awkward in my heart.

The members of the four major gangs looked at each other, cursing in their hearts, you are still fucking men, he killed so many of you, he didn't want to take revenge, and even gave him all the land, are you all fucking pigs!

Fuck him!

Kill him!

Say, is he coercing you? If so, wink!

But no matter how they yell in their hearts, the facts are a foregone conclusion.

In the final analysis, the underground forces still have to pay attention to whose fist is bigger.

"Quit, stay in this line of work, live to retire safely, and live the rest of your life in peace and stability. Congratulations, Cyril." Jonas said, taking the lead in applauding, looking at the faces of everyone present sweep.

Whenever he saw it, everyone applauded.

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"It seems that everyone has no objection, that's very good, Mr. Cyril, don't send it away."

"Thank you Mr. Jonas, thank you all." Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out briskly.

Walking out of the conference room and hearing the sound of the door closing, Cyril suddenly felt isolated from that world.

It's great to be able to retire and enjoy the rest of my life in peace.

Cyril is gone, and the meeting will continue. Jonas's failure to find anyone is not just for a justifiable name.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here, so let's talk about our underground forces. As we all know, if the environment is chaotic, everyone can't do business. Therefore, we need a stable social environment."

"Everyone came out to lick blood, don't tell me what racial interests or other noble ideals are for it."

"Dao Le, Dao Le, or the fucking Dao Le." Sean's finger nodded on everyone's face.

"So, Los Angeles, and even the whole of California, must establish a set of rules, a set of rules belonging to the underground forces." After finishing speaking, Jonas glanced at everyone.

The conference room fell into silence, and no one spoke.

Everyone doesn't know what to say.

Jonas brought up these things so suddenly, so suddenly that they were not prepared.

Yes, everyone wants to make money, that's for sure, but it's very difficult to establish rules.

It's not something that can be settled just by touching the upper lip to the lower lip.

Even if they both agree.

"Rules? We don't object." After a while, the Italian said, "But the question is, which organization makes the rules and who will implement them."

He's talking about organizations, not who.

When Jonas mentioned this, the first thing the Italians thought of was the 'Disciplinary Committee' once established and ruled by the Italians.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Jonas.

Jonas grinned, without any panic or nervousness, sitting there leisurely, his eyes swept over everyone's face, "This organization, I set the rules and implement them."

The conference room fell into a strange silence, and everyone's expressions were wonderful.

Jonas' tone was too loud, his manner too haughty.

No one wants to see this outsider who suddenly appeared above the heads of the crowd.

Of course, Gui didn't want to see it if he didn't want to see it, but no one was the first to stand up and object.

The previous bombings weighed on everyone's minds like a mountain.

What's more, everyone knows that the Jonas family still has a protective umbrella.

The name of the world's largest private military security consulting and solution provider is known to everyone in Los Angeles, at least.

Killing like hemp.

"If you don't speak, then there is no objection." Jonas laughed.

He likes this feeling very much!

Last time when only one person spoke, it was Xiao En who was silent.

That was after the Dimio Group was completely eliminated.

Now, finally, it was his turn, Jonas.

He likes this feeling very much.

As soon as the words came out, everyone became anxious. They looked at each other and kept making eye contact.

You are against it.

Why don't you want to stand up against it.

You lead, I follow.

You lead, and I can follow.

If you pigs don't object, it will be done.

As expected of being in Los Angeles, the eyes are full of drama.

"Since no one objects, then..." Jonas was suddenly interrupted before finishing his sentence.

"Wait!" The Italian was the first to lose his composure and shouted.

Jonas's expression suddenly became serious. No one objected to what Sean said! ! !

Staring at the Italian with sharp eyes, Jonas was full of murderous aura, and suddenly, everyone in the entire conference room felt a sense of suffocation.

Being the leader of the underground forces does not mean that they have all killed people.

Jonas took out his pistol and pointed the gun at the Italian, "Okay, tell me, I listen, I, Jonas, still like democracy very much!"

The Italian looked stagnant, and immediately began to sweat on his head.

Can you put the gun down when you say you like democracy.

This move shocked everyone. This is the Four Seasons Hotel, a world-renowned five-star hotel, and no one has ever fired a gun here.

No one came with a gun.

It's useless to bring it.

Just after the Los Angeles riots, the eight major companies took the lead, and all the Hollywood companies paid for it, and hired a 50-member security brigade for the umbrella to stay in Hollywood.

Hollywood is not a lawless place!

There has never been a lack of gangsters here, mainly Italians and Jews.

Especially next to Fernando Valley.

Italian eyes flick across everyone's faces, you just fucking pushed me out to talk.

I'm rushing, you guys hurry up!

Everyone's eyes start to wander around, you try first, I bet he has no bullets in his gun.

Falk!

Falk squid!

The Italian cursed wildly in his heart, but he still forced out a smile, "What I want to say is, since Mr. Jonas is here to make the rules, then, um, then, we should applaud, yes, applaud!"

Finally thought of a good reason, the Italians were the first to stand up and applaud wildly.

Everyone: You dog, you fucking surrendered faster than the French.

Italian: Nonsense, feelings are not about you facing death.

He just jumped out completely subconsciously, after all, Jonas is black...

Jonas was taken aback for a moment, then slapped the gun on the conference table and laughed loudly.

While smiling, he looked at the others.

Everyone he saw laughed out loud, stood up and applauded wildly.

While applauding, he cursed other people for being cowardly.

Insufficient uprights and schemes.

"Okay, then I will talk about the rules of the Jonas family." Jonas raised his hand to press down, and everyone immediately stopped their applause and sat down.

"Actually, everyone should know the rules of the Jonas family, but since this is the first time I am worried about everyone, I will say it again."

"Basic principle, the Jonas family does not touch drugs."

Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, "You guys don't touch it, but there are no fewer chassis sold. Of course, there will be no more conflicts because of drugs."

In New Jersey, both the police and the FBI turned a blind eye.

"Of course, this has nothing to do with you. Now let me talk about something related to you."

"In the future, the entire state of California will be based on the territory of each family at this moment, and no further expansion is allowed."

As soon as these words came out, everyone frowned, some were satisfied, some felt regretful.

This is something no one thought of before.

If I had known earlier, the fucking war would have started earlier, so I would grab some back.

"Whoever agrees, whoever opposes!" Jonas glanced over.

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly someone said: "What about the current disputed area, this area is occupied by two or three companies."

"All areas that are considered to be controversial can be reported afterwards by themselves. I will divide them according to the actual situation. However, I warn you, don't make any small moves on me before the formal division, otherwise..." Jonas looked around, "Otherwise, I am not a judge, and I will not judge who is right and who is wrong."

Everyone's heart shuddered, and they naturally understood these words.

This is normal, underground forces.

"As this article, we have a supplementary clause. Those with a population of less than 50,000 in the control area and those with a population of less than 10,000 in the wealthy area will face mergers in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of two people in the conference room were instantly ugly.

But no one looked at them.

Going underground is not treating guests to dinner, being weak is the original sin.

"Everyone has no problem with this point. Then move on to the next item. As the maintenance of order in Los Angeles, the Jonas family will not take the initiative to expand the territory. However, there are several business operations in Los Angeles that the Jonas family will be fully responsible for."

"Number one, party service and girl-girl business all over Los Angeles."

"Second, private lottery business."

"Third, the smuggling of alcoholic beverages."

Speaking of third, everyone in the conference room had different expressions, their eyes were erratic, and they hesitated to speak.

"Okay, I fucking know, there will be real wine!" Jonas said with a curled lip.

Hahahaha, everyone burst out laughing.

The Jonas family started out as a counterfeit wine, and everyone in Los Angeles knows it.

According to legend, New Jersey people never know what real wine tastes like, and there is a desert of wine.

There was no objection to the three franchise businesses proposed by Jonas.

In the party service industry, the various gangs have little involvement, and there is not much loss.

Most of these companies are legally registered companies. Of course, this business is a gray industry. Those companies will have their own territories and pay some protection fees.

The private lottery business is similar, they are all involved in their respective territories, but because of their own management and reputation problems, their operations are also a mess.

The situation of smuggling alcohol is similar. If they can't get 'copycat' products, the profit is actually not that big.

Of course, the biggest reason why everyone is willing to give in is Jonas's saying that he does not deal in drugs.

Then, the original drug management rights in the Irish chassis must be surrendered.

Although Jonas has to charge rental fees, the drug profits allow them to easily earn back.

Speaking of it, it's not a loss.

So far, business has been settled.

Negotiations between underground forces are better, simple and fast.

"Okay, since everyone agrees, then." Jonas stood up and applauded, "I have prepared a banquet, and I hope everyone will have a good time."

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800 words are missing, Saturday is busy, I will send my little ancestor to an English cram school in the morning, and a football class in the afternoon...