America’s Big Hero

"I will be speaking with my client privately and no questions will be answered until then."

"Okay Saul, the matter is very simple." Sean patted Saul's arm and explained the matter in detail, "Get them done, I'll take a break and feel very dizzy."

Sean's attitude is very casual. The American judiciary is the most complicated and perfect. The police have very little power. In the United States, which attaches great importance to freedom, the police detaining people is equivalent to restricting freedom. There must be sufficient evidence and reasons, and report to the local authorities. Prosecutor's Office.

Of course, that is when the lawyer is present and willing to defend the client.

Just like now.

half an hour later...

When Saul called up Sean's identity information and pointed out the surname 'Rockefeller' to Mike and the two, most of the problem was solved.

Don't doubt, there are too few Rockefellers.

In addition, Sean participated in the war against Grenada a year ago, and Reagan signed the code-named 'Rage' against Grenada, which fully explained why Sean was able to calmly deal with the attack and the police.

Therefore, after Saul agreed to cooperate in recording a statement, the two left the police station directly.

"Okay, now you can tell me, what did you call me in such a hurry to ask me to come over?" Saul asked after leaving the police station and getting into the car.

The two were friends ten years ago, when Saul was still 'Slick Jimmy', Sean's mother hadn't died of a drug overdose, he was still in a noble private high school, and he hadn't fallen down enough to join the army.

"Ask you to come here?" Sean was stunned for a moment, then patted his head and said, "I almost got shot in the head just now, so I completely forgot about it."

"I got a call earlier that my father, whom I had never met, had died and I was going to inherit an inheritance."

"Who is your father?" Saul asked casually.

"Philmont D. Rockefeller."

"Oh, Rockefeller..." In the middle of speaking, Saul's eyes suddenly widened, he turned to look at Sean and shouted: "Rockefeller!"

"Damn it, brake!!" Saul slammed the gas pedal to the bottom as soon as he was excited, and the broken Suzuki flew out, and Sean was so scared that his face turned pale with a scream.

'Bah! ’ There was a piercing screeching sound, and the car barely stopped in front of the street lights, and Saul panted heavily and patted his chest, "It's okay, it's okay."

"You're fucking sick, you're so excited!" Sean yelled angrily. He had just been shot in the head, and he almost had a car accident.

"Your father, whose surname is Rockefeller, can I not be excited!" Sol was sweating coldly, but the excitement on his face remained undiminished.

"Fucking nonsense, my name is Rockefeller, what else could my father be called?"

Sol blinked, "Uh... that's right."

Bai was so excited that he thought it was Rockefeller from the first consortium in the United States.

Seeing how Saul almost killed himself just now, Sean decided not to tell him the truth.

It is indeed the Rockefeller who is the number one in the United States, and he is about to inherit part of the Rockefeller family's inheritance. That amount may instantly make a person completely free of wealth.

It's just that he can't get excited at all now.

Nobody gets excited about a legacy after getting two headshots in a row in a short period of time.

There is great terror between life and death!

With his arm on the car window, he turned his head and looked out the window. Compared with excitement, Sean now is more concerned with the raging greed and desire in his heart.

rich!

Powerful!

Whether it was in his previous life or this life, he never wanted to experience the experience of being headshot again.

Don't give anyone a chance to point a gun at yourself!

The car was parked in front of the house. He had lost so much blood just now. Now Sean was very tired. As an old acquaintance, there was nothing to be polite. He took a pizza from the refrigerator and warmed it up. After eating in a hurry, he rested.

Tomorrow, he had to drive early to attend the funeral in Westchester County, New York State, and Sean didn't want to be listless.

Lying on the bed, unable to sleep, Xiao En had complicated feelings towards this old man whom he had never met.

When I was a child, I went to a noble private school. Everyone else had a father, but Sean didn't have one. He hated and longed for it.

Thinking back now, my mother didn't have a job and secretly took drugs, but the family had money to send him to a private school. I think it was the child support paid by the father.

Originally, I didn't care so much when I grew up, but I occasionally thought that now I was reminded of dusty memories. In the third year of high school, my mother died of a drug overdose, and he dropped out of school to be with Sol after cutting off his living expenses. It is lucky to wander the streets, not go to jail, and not die on the streets.

After that, Sol was taken away by the barrister's brother, and he couldn't get along and joined the army.

Tomorrow, tomorrow...

...

On August 7, 1984, a battered yellow Suzuki was bouncing up and down the road from New York to Westchester County.

"You're fucking rich, you know that!"

"Damn it, I really didn't expect that you are really a member of the Rockefeller family!" In the driver's seat, Saul blushed with excitement, shouting, patting the steering wheel with his palms, and making a loud noise from the horn.

"I always thought your surname was Rockefeller just by coincidence!"

"You never fucking said that!"

"Sol, can you fucking shut up, shit, you've already yelled all the way, damn it, why don't you keep your voice dry." Sean grabbed the handle on the window, turned his head and gritted his teeth and looked over.

Sol's hair was blown by the wind, his forehead was shiny, the veins on his neck were bulging, his mouth opened and closed, and his little tongue was clearly visible.

Therefore, it was the most correct choice not to tell Sol the truth yesterday, otherwise he would not be able to sleep all night if he was so noisy.

"Drive well, shit, I don't want to die on the road before I'm about to inherit a big fortune!" Sean said, rolling his eyes.

"Of course, of course, don't worry, I'm an old driver." Sol calmed down a little, but his face was still full of the aftertaste of orgasm, "But, aren't you excited?"

"That is the Rockefeller family, the first family in the United States, the head of the top ten financial groups, synonymous with power and wealth!"

"Excited, of course I'm excited." As he spoke, Sean didn't bother to look at him, and his mouth was perfunctory.

"But you don't look excited at all."

"I just found out yesterday, can I still be excited, you are sick."

"So, why didn't you tell me the good news yesterday!" Saul got excited again, "Normal people will always be excited, you freak, that's Rockefeller, the whole of America..."

"I don't know!" Sean roughly interrupted Saul with a wave of his hand, holding his head in his hands, "Keep an eye on the road, okay, I beg you, you've said this dozens of times, shit , I know how awesome he is, but so what?"

"So what?" Saul grinned at Sean, and just about to say something, someone waved his hand on the road ahead to stop.