America’s Big Hero

Lawyers, a profession with the widest scope of work, can play a role in all aspects.

In just two days, on August 16th, Sol took a long list of lists and found Sean, who worked hard in the laboratory with the "craftsman spirit".

"Here is a list of some factories in New York and New Jersey that do glass products and carton printing, including their bosses."

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

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

Sean laughed and started to review the document. It was not good for big fields, not for places with better economy, not for bosses who were too young.

It is better that the printing factory and the glass products factory are in the same area. Taking Sean's crime... In Sean's actual experience, it is pure nonsense to decentralize procurement and reduce risks. Transporting across cities and states will increase the risk of exposure even more. .

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

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

"Actually, I think it's completely wrong that you are targeting the old age law and the public trial lawyers." Sean took Saul's shoulders and said, "If you have time, get in touch with those gangs, families, and criminals. , you've already become a barrister."

Sol rolled his eyes with a look like you're making fun of me.

"Positioning, positioning is very important. Whoever wants a lawyer is a **** bad guy!" Sean spread his hands and said, "Think about how many clients you have come into contact with are not criminals."

Saul was stunned, his expression changed from bewildered to thoughtful, as if, probably, all the people he had contacted had committed crimes...

Seeing Saul's thoughtful look, Sean pushed him, "Okay, let me get things done first, as for your future business scope, think carefully about which talents are most worthy of help. Yes, this is America!"

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

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August 19, 1984, Longbranch, New Jersey.

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

"Have you seen that bald fat man?"

"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, go up when he comes, pull it directly into the car and take it away, fast ." Sean commanded blankly.

"What if he's with someone else? Or someone around?" Jonas asked.

"Don't worry, just grab it, put on a top hat, and try not to let anyone see your face. As for the police, they can do whatever they want." Sean waved his hand indifferently.

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

The person who came down from the battlefield, even if he is a black half-blood, has no problem in carrying out the task.

"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 in place.

"This goal is considered one of the few good men in the United States. Although he is not good at business, he is more family-friendly. He goes home the first time after work every day. He rarely goes to places such as bars, and he has no bad habits. Life is very difficult. Regular." Leaning on the seat, Sean lit a cigarette.

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

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

"Of course, although I can't do it, that 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 come to his house." Sean sighed.

"Huh?" Bill opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

"Maybe it's a faucet repairer." Sean spread his hands, "That's really unfortunate. The odious faucet always leaks and can't be repaired."

After that, the two burst into laughter.

It was 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was getting dark. Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch. The target time to arrive home was about the same time every day. He reached out and patted Bill, "Go ahead and 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 at a slow speed. Even though there were no people 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 open the car door, he walked up to the car door, as if he was saying hello to an old friend. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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

"Man, if I were you, I'd do it honestly. You don't want to be headshot at the door of your house. That's scary." Bill said according to what Sean taught him.

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

With a smile, Bill opened the rear door and sat on it. He picked up the gun and said, "Go, drive."

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On the other side, Jonas kept staring at the pedestrians at the entrance of the bar.

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

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

He stepped on the accelerator, and before everyone on the street could react, he disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

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At the entrance of an abandoned factory outside the city, two people, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, wearing black hoods, stood shivering in place, listening to the sound of footsteps back and forth in their ears, and they became more and more frightened.

"You can take off the hood." A female voice sounded behind him.

The two of them subconsciously raised their hands to get the headgear.

"Take it off and you can see what the kidnappers look like. It's very convenient to call the police and arrest them."

The hoods of the two of them were about to be taken off. When they heard this, they pulled the hoods off again, with such force that they almost shattered the hoods.

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I'm not playing single-player, why can't I say a single chapter?