America’s Big Hero

The Salamanga family is the largest mafia force in Newark and even the surrounding area, controlling all the drug markets in several surrounding cities, and all those gangs need to get goods from them.

When Seramanga wanted to inquire about something, the power it could unleash was terrifying, and there was almost no information that could hide them from them.

However, what surprised Hector Salamanga this time was that the guys who took the wine from Sean didn't even know the specific news about Sean.

I didn't know which gang he belonged to, and I didn't know the channel where he got the goods. Sean notified them every time he traded.

"A bunch of trash, you don't know where they come from, so you just buy his stuff." Hector Salamanga pointed at several gang bosses and cursed loudly. No one dared to speak, and everyone lowered their heads.

The power of Salamanga is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but anyone who provoked them is dead. The most recent one was the "truck" Daniel, who was beaten into a sieve in the street more than a month ago.

"Wait for that guy to contact you again, call me immediately, and get the hell out." Hector Salamanga waved away the people, and everyone hurried away in desperation.

...

Sean didn't know that he was being targeted by the people from Seramanga. After all, the time was too short. Although he deterred those small gangs, he hadn't established any foundation in the local area. It is just icing on the cake, and it is completely incomparable with Seramanga, which controls the drug channels in the surrounding area.

"With Newark's success, it will be much easier to promote the adjacent Jersey City." Sean sat on the large sofa and said to his subordinates: "Jonas, you can go to expand the Jersey City market this time. In terms of skin color, you are all old blacks, and all old blacks are brothers."

Everyone laughed.

"Smile, I'll be the boss from now on, and you're all my younger brothers." Jonas scolded with a smile, and everyone followed suit, calling him the boss.

Sean arranged for Jonas to be responsible, and everyone has no jealousy. The smuggled wine market is huge, and the surrounding areas are all within the plan. Sooner or later, everyone will be responsible for a continent.

At least, Sean thinks so now.

The expansion of Jersey City is not difficult. With the successful experience of Newark next door, Jonas can easily reach an agreement with most of the gangs in Jersey City and agree on the transaction time.

The transaction time here had just been concluded, and Hector Seramanga received the news on the other side.

"Little mouse, I finally caught your tail. I want to see which sewer you got out of." Hector's withered face was full of ferocity.

...

In the early hours of October 2, 1984, north of Jersey City.

Jonas stood beside the car, holding a cigarette in his hand but not smoking, raised his watch and frowned, and said to himself, "It's been too long, why hasn't anyone come to trade?"

"Is there going to be any problem?" Next to him, a new comrade in arms said worriedly.

Jonas shook his head and didn't say anything. He was thinking about whether to retreat first and ask about the situation tomorrow, when he saw a series of car lights in the distance, driving this way.

"What's the matter? There are so many cars coming together?" Jonas first breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned again.

"what to do?"

"Wait and see what these Jersey City guys do, I really don't believe they dare to be rough."

"If you really do it, do you want to fight back?"

"No, the boss said, if you dare to rob, then give it to them. Later, we will mobilize people to collect money one by one!" Jonas grinned, his big white teeth shining coldly.

In a short while, a series of more than a dozen cars drove up to the front, and dozens of people came down, but no one took a step forward. They all stood by the car and looked at the front car.

Jonas gasped, things seemed out of control!

A bald head opened the car door, a thin figure in a black coat got out of the car, and several people followed behind him, walking towards Jonas.

"Your name is Sean?" Hector's voice was slightly hoarse, and he stared at Jonas like a vulture, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Sean is my boss." Jonas straightened his waist, "Who are you?"

"Oh." Hector didn't even bother to answer Jonas, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "I'll give you half an hour to contact that kid named Sean, if he doesn't come after half an hour, let him go to the Hudson River Collect your body downstream, if you can still find your body."

After finishing speaking, Hector turned around and left, obviously not interested in saying anything to the dead man in his eyes.

Hekla left, but two people stayed and looked at Jonas, "You two come out alone, and call us."

Jonas glanced over there, the expression on his face changed, and he stepped forward, "Go, I'll go with you."

The two people who remained were not interested in nonsense, so they took Jonas into the car and left, and found the nearest place with a phone for him to call.

Sean was taken aback when he received the call from Jonas, and then realized that something went wrong, otherwise Jonas should be trading instead of calling himself at this time.

Hearing what Jonas said about the situation at the time, Sean took a deep breath, and he wasn't surprised.

Opening up the smuggled wine market is grabbing food from other people's bowls, and the backlash will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, and I didn't expect it to start in Jersey City.

"How many people are there on the other side, and what is the firepower?" Sean asked the key question directly, and he didn't have the intention of being easy to deal with it.

From the moment he made up his mind to quickly accumulate wealth by fishing sideways, he knew that fighting was indispensable.

This is a fast way to get rich, and it is also a bloody way.

"A total of 16 cars, but I just saw a lot of gang bosses in the group that I've seen in Jersey City before, and the firepower is unknown." Jonas was also stubborn, completely ignoring the person standing behind him, and said directly.

"Ask them, who are they?"

Jonas turned his head to look at the two Latino bald heads, "Sean asked which family you belong to?"

"The Salamanga house."

"Sean, did you hear that?" Jonas said into the phone.

"Jonas, I'm sorry, I was negligent this time." Sean did not answer, but began to apologize: "These transactions are very safe, so I neglected the security considerations and put you in this situation."

"It's not your fault. You want me to be alone. It's because I didn't consider safety issues." Jonas obviously understood what Sean meant.

"If you two die, I will use the entire Jersey City gang to bury you two." Sean said coldly.

"Okay, then I'll wait in hell." Jonas grinned loudly.

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