America’s Big Hero

"This thousand is your salary tonight, are you satisfied?" Sean climbed to the side of the crane cab, took out 1,000 dollars and stuffed them into the young man's hands with a smile.

Holding a roll of money, the young man smiled immediately, "Very satisfied, sir."

"Where are you tonight?"

"I'm sleeping at home, sir, sleeping soundly, knowing nothing."

"Very well, how did the lock in your house break?"

"The lock was broken and I couldn't open it, so I was very angry and shot the lock."

"Young man, you have a very flexible mind. I am very optimistic about you!" Sean gave a thumbs up, "Dongchang needs people like you!"

"Uh...hehe, hehe." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, thinking about the bloody carriage, he decided to forget it.

"Don't rush to refuse, everyone has their specialties, of course I won't put you where you shouldn't be." Sean smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, "Okay, that's for the future things, talk about something else now."

Then, he took out another 1000 and handed it over, "This is for your boss, the cost of renting a car."

"This one for that security guard." This time it was $500.

"You won't be corrupt, are you?" Sean asked with a smile.

"No, of course not!"

"That's good. Goodbye. I wish you a good dream tonight." After saying that, Sean jumped out of the car, and the group drove into the car and disappeared into the night.

The young man also drove the crane back towards the way he had come.

...

After a climax, there is always a period of silence. After the firefight last night, Sean chose to be quiet for a period of time.

In addition to dropping a paper bag next to Director Wells' car in the early morning of October 12th.

But again, someone helped to deliver a message. Someone wanted to meet Sean. This time, we will not talk about Sierramanga. There is no more Sierramanca. We will only talk about the Newark issue.

That night, Sean chartered a yacht and met someone at the Jersey City marina who wanted to talk to him.

The person who came was a black man, wearing a blue shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, slightly curly hair, a bit high hairline, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a straight waist, and a decent formulaic smile on his face.

Bill went up to search him, and a group of people behind him immediately rushed up to stop the black man with fierce faces.

Bill turned to look at Sean.

Sean stood on the yacht, staring at the smiling person on the trestle.

After a while, Sean pointed at the person and said, "I don't like you."

"You stand too straight, which shows that you are an extremely confident person, and self-confidence can handle everything."

"Wearing gold-rimmed glasses shows that you claim to be intelligent enough to deal with any situation and anyone."

"Shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, it means that you are a very disciplined person with a strong desire to control, and you don't like anything happening beyond your control."

"Others will think that your smile is kind and non-aggressive, but I am on the contrary. Your smile means that you have not regarded yourself as inferior or anyone's subordinates. You have a rebellious bone in the back of your head!"

Every time Sean said something, the eyes of the visitor became sharper, and the other people at the scene looked at each other in blank dismay, completely wondering how they could see so many things from a person's clothing and figure as soon as they met.

The men who came here had to admit that what Xiao En said was right, which was amazing, and it also gave them a new view on this newcomer who rose suddenly and wiped out Silamanga in one fell swoop.

Not only are the means fierce, but the force is strong, and the mind is even stronger!

'Papapapa' came and applauded gently, "Sean Rockefeller, I have to say that the destruction of Salamanga was not wronged, their end was doomed, even if they didn't take the initiative to provoke you, They don't live long, and when you show up in Newark, it's meant to be your place."

"Introduce yourself, my name is Gustavo Flynn, from Mexico."

"Okay, come up." Sean waved his hand, Bill stepped aside, Gustavo also waved his hand to let the men he brought wait below, and boarded the yacht alone.

The yacht slowly drove towards the Statue of Liberty not far away, and the two stood on the bow, blowing the sea breeze, and it was Sean who spoke first, "What I said just now is actually not important."

"Then what's important." Gustavo looked at Sean with great interest. He had been in the Pan-Drug Group for so long and had seen many criminals. To be honest, he didn't even look down on him, and Sean this The fledgling smugglers were the first to impress him.

That is to say, he doesn't know the phrase "Today's heroes, only the emperor and Cao Er", otherwise, he has to say it.

"I just don't like your aura, which becomes the focus as soon as you appear on the stage." Sean turned his head and looked straight at Gustavo, "The focus of the crowd should be me, and it can only be me. "

In other words, Gustavo was too aggressive.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Gustavo shrugged without sincerity.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

"I originally wanted to mediate the relationship between you and the Salamanga family, but now there is no need."

"I don't think you are qualified to mediate. The people of Salamanga must die. You know, I got a bullet here in the back of my head, which was shot by the Salamanga family. So, regardless of whether there is anything behind, I will kill them all, sooner or later."

Gustavo finally couldn't hold back his expression anymore, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and couldn't help cursing inwardly, why the hell didn't he shoot you to death!

Seramanga deserved to be wiped out, damn it, it's not easy to kill people.

"And now?" Sean was not interested in talking about a group of dead people.

"I don't know if you're going to be a drug dealer." Gustavo got straight to the point. It's pointless to beat around the bush with someone like Sean.

Sean shook his head, "I don't like the little profit of drug pots."

Gustavo was surprised by Sean's statement that even the profits of drug smuggling were not worth looking at, and he didn't think that the profits of smuggling alcohol would be higher.

This is a technical problem.

"Then this market is still ours?" Gustavo asked.

"You, or Eladio? Ha ha." Sean smiled playfully.

"Eladio, at least it's Eladio now." Now that Beshawn made something clear, he no longer hides it.

"It doesn't matter, first, don't bring me trouble, and second, I want a layer of dividends."

"Don't you look down on the profits of drug pots?"

"I don't like it and whether I want it or not are two different concepts." Sean snorted, "The site is mine, and maintenance requires cost. You only need to distribute it every time. I don't know that Seramanga smoked before." How much is proportional, but I am the master of my territory."

"Okay, I'll tell Eladio what you mean."

"You'd better deal with Eladio. This is America, not Mexico. I'm a timid person."

Gustavo smiled and said nothing, you, timid?

But he understood what it meant.

Under the Statue of Liberty, a drug dealer and a smuggler strike a simple deal.