America’s Big Hero

Lawyers, one of the professions with the widest range of work, can play a role in all aspects.

In just two days, on August 16th, Sol approached Sean, who was working diligently and diligently in the laboratory with a large list of lists.

"This is a list of glass and carton printing factories near New York and New Jersey that I collected, including their boss information."

"It seems that you have a good network in the 'bottom' legal circle, and you found the information so quickly." Sean flicked the result paper with his hand, making a crisp sound of 'pop'.

"Heh, I'd be happier if you didn't add the word 'bottom'." Thor rolled his eyes.

Xiao En laughed and began to review the information, not for big venues, not for places with better economy, not for bosses who are too young.

It is best if the printing factory and the glass factory are both in the same area. According to Sean's crime... From Sean's actual experience, it is pure nonsense to reduce risks by dispersing purchases. Transporting across cities and states will increase exposure risk.

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"This, this, you are helping me find more detailed information, I mean their boss." Sean selected six targets for Saul.

"Okay, wait for my news." Saul has nothing to do except serve as a public defender for the district court, and he just has the energy to do these things for Sean.

"Actually, I think it's completely wrong for you to focus on the old age law and the public trial lawyer." Sean put his arm around Saul's shoulder and said, "Have more time to get in touch with those gangs, families, and criminals." , you have already become a barrister."

Sol rolled his eyes like you're fucking kidding me.

"Positioning, positioning is very important. Whoever needs a lawyer the most is of course the fucking bad guy!" Sean spread his hands and said, "Think about how many of the clients you have come into contact with as a lawyer for so long are not criminals."

Sol was stunned, his expression changed from confused to thoughtful, as if, probably, the parties he came into contact with had committed crimes...

Seeing Sol's pensive look, Sean pushed him, "Okay, let me handle the matter first, as for your future business scope, think carefully about who is most worthy of help Yes, this is America!"

"Isn't this more promising than being an old lawyer!?"

...

August 19, 1984, Long branch, New Jersey.

Bill was driving, and Sean was sitting in the co-pilot, holding a photo in his hand, with a lot of information written on the back of the photo.

"See that fat bald guy?"

"I see." Jonas, who was sitting in the back row, said.

"His name is Carpenter George, follow him, according to the news, this guy likes to go to the bar for a drink every night, you just wait outside the bar, when he comes, go up, pull him directly into the car and take him away, fast " Xiao En ordered blankly.

"What if he's with other people? Or around?" Jonas asked.

"Don't worry about it, just take it away. You put on your top hat and try not to let anyone see your face. As for calling the police, let them go." Sean waved his hand indifferently.

"Okay, I'll go to the car behind." The boss did what he said, opened the door, and Jonas walked down.

People who came down from the battlefield, even if he was a mixed-race black man, could do it without any problem.

"Bill, let's go to the next place."

The car drove to another place, which was a residential area with few people on the road. Sean told Bill to park the car where it was.

"This goal can be regarded as one of the few good men in the United States. Although he is not good at management, he is more family-oriented. He will go home as soon as he gets off work every day. He rarely goes to bars and other places. He has no bad habits. Life is very simple. Regularity." Leaning on the seat, Sean lit a cigarette.

"Wow, this is so rare." Bill was very surprised.

"Really?" Sean turned to look at Bill with a half-smile, "Are you envious?"

"Of course, although I can't do it, it doesn't mean I don't want to be a good man."

"Oh, unfortunately, when I asked Sol to investigate, I found that after he went to work every day, a man would often visit his house." Sean sighed.

"Huh?" Bill was tongue-tied and confused.

"Maybe it's a faucet repairer." Sean spread his hands, "That's really unfortunate, the damn faucet is always leaking, and it can't be fixed anyway."

After that, the two burst out laughing.

The time came to 6 p.m., and the sky was slightly dark. Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch. The target arrived home at about the same time every day. He reached out and patted Bill, "Go, do as I say."

"OK!" Bill pushed the door and got out of the car, walked to the corner of the target's yard and stood in the shade.

Ten minutes later, a Ford Mercury drove over. The speed of the car was not fast. Even though there was no one on the street, it was obvious that the driver was a very peaceful guy.

Bill came out of the shadows, and when the man parked the car in front of the house and pushed the door open, he went up and lay down on the door of the car, as if greeting an old friend.

However, a cold and hard object was pressed against the man's head. The man's face turned pale instantly, and his body froze in place. He felt that it was a gun.

"Dude, if I were you, I would go back honestly. You don't want to be shot in the head at the door of your house. It would be too scary." Bill said according to what Sean taught him.

"Okay, okay." The man was terribly frightened, and sat back obediently.

Bill opened the rear door with a smile and sat on it, pointed his gun, "Go, drive."

...

On the other side, Jonas kept staring at the passers-by at the door of the bar.

When the bald fat man came over, Jonas opened the car door and rushed forward to lock his throat behind his back, his arms tightly tightening around the fat man's neck.

There were screams from all around, and the fat man felt his neck was about to break, and he couldn't breathe at all. He was dragged by Jonas without any resistance, and was roughly dragged into the car.

The driver kicked the accelerator, and before everyone on the street could react, he disappeared from people's sight in a flash.

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At the gate of an abandoned factory outside the city, two people, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, were wearing black hoods, standing there tremblingly, listening to the sound of footsteps back and forth, their hearts became more and more frightened.

"You can take off the hood." A feminine voice sounded from behind.

The two subconsciously raised their hands to grab the headgear.

"Take it off, and you can see what the person who kidnapped you looks like. It will be very convenient to call the police and arrest him."

Both of the hoods were about to be taken off, but when they heard this, they immediately pulled off the hoods again, with such force that they almost broke the hoods.

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I'm not playing stand-alone, why can't I get a chapter?