America’s Big Hero

In the third quarter, if I hadn't been watching the boxing match, I would never have recognized the two people on stage.

The whole head was swollen, beyond recognition, and the eyes were swollen like bubbles, so he could only squinted at people.

Lao Hei held his head and let the strong white man punch him with two punches. While clenching his teeth and holding back, he kicked the strong white man's left leg with a kick.

This is not the first time that the opponent's boxing is hard to kick the white strong man's injury.

The strong white man also tried his best to drag his left leg behind him, but he was kicked up after all.

"Ah!!" The strong white man couldn't hold it any longer this time, and he half-kneeled to the ground with a scream.

The opportunity that Lao Hei had been waiting for finally arrived, and he slapped the strong white man in the face with his kick.

"boom!"

The strong white man fell on the ring.

When the old black saw this, there was a cruel light in his eyes that had his throat closed, he stepped forward and stomped heavily on the injured leg of the white man.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The sound of the broken bones is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the sound, and the scalp of the listeners is numb.

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream came from the white man's mouth.

The old black became even more excited when he heard the screams, raised his foot of a size 46 and stepped on it again.

The white man hugged his distorted calf and took a blow with his arm, and his arm also made a crisp sound, "Crack!"

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" gritted his teeth and endured the pain, shouting vaguely in his mouth.

As soon as they conceded defeat, the two referees rushed over immediately.

It's just that the old black didn't seem to hear it, so he lifted his foot again and stepped down.

When the two referees saw this, they immediately hugged Lao Hei from the side and dragged him backward.

"Fake, Fake, let me go, you son of a bitch, I'm going to kill him!" Old Hei roared and struggled.

"Fuck you!" A referee let go of Lao Hei's hand and hit Lao Hei's chin with a fierce lower uppercut.

With a sound of "Bang!", Old Hei's head was beaten back and raised high, his eyes rolled over, and he fell on the ring with a bang!

Now, it's completely quiet!

In this scene, the audience below all exclaimed in surprise. Unexpectedly, the referee was so fierce, and immediately gave out cheers like a mountain and a tsunami.

The referee twisted his neck and raised his arms to lighten his muscles. He used to be a professional boxer, but he was too old and could not keep up with his strength, so he joined the competition team as a referee.

Under the stage, the medical team that had been prepared for a long time rushed up, and after a quick emergency treatment, they carefully carried the two non-human-shaped players onto a stretcher and rushed down the ring.

If you want to go to the hospital quickly, the strong white man must have broken his calf and arm, and the old black won't get much better.

At this moment, Sean's kindness is revealed. Faced with people who make money for him, Sean will still try his best to save him.

At least not to do the kind of 'pushing to society for physical reasons'.

In the three quarters before and after, more than 600 people, all of them rich, bet more than 12 million US dollars, with an average of about 20,000 bets per person.

It's not too high, but in this game, Sean's rake was $1.2 million!

Of course, not all of them are profits, and all kinds of expenses are also not small.

In the future, there will be at least two competitions every night. Although the guests who come later will not be as rich as they are today, the number of people will be larger.

Come to think of it, the success of betting and drawing every day will not be less than 2 million.

This is not even the ticket money!

Yes, you need to buy a ticket to enter the Peace Hotel.

$1,000, no counter-offer!

You have to consider the nature of the people who come here!

Those who dare to come here are downright villains.

Come here to do unseen things!

Do you care about spending an extra $1,000 for this kind of thing? ?

Do you know why bad guys have money?

Because 'If you lose your conscience, you will earn more'!

Two beauties in bikinis came to the ring. They were specially responsible for cleaning up the blood on the ring.

After blood and violence, what is most needed is beauty.

Regardless of home!

The two beauties were in good shape, with round thighs and slender waists. They knelt on the ground, pouted their butts, and slowly wiped the floor.

The action of mopping the floor is not large, and the amount of shaking is not small...

After a showdown of muscle and violence, the bloodline is so **** to watch!

Immediately after the first game was over, there was the second game.

Compared with the last match, this match was all professional players who had undergone long-term training.

If the first match was a brutal showdown of **** violence, then this one is a decisive battle of technology, will, and violence.

The two of them tested each other, fists, feet, knees, elbows, every move and style was neat and neat, even if they had never practiced, they could see the danger in it.

If those two in the first game faced anyone in the second game at this moment, they would definitely lose.

The atmosphere of the first mobilization was very good, and the second one was inherited perfectly.

At this moment, Sean is sitting next to the old man Huang, "Old man Huang, how is it, I know there are many martial arts gyms in Chinatown, are you interested in training a few fighters to compete here?"

"The contestants get 10% of the fixed ticket commission, and the winner gets another 10% of the bet bonus."

"Generally speaking, if you win a game, you can earn $100,000 to $150,000."

"Why, aren't all the fighters here yours?" The old man Huang was really interested when he heard it, $150,000 to $200,000, this income is not low, especially for those martial arts gyms.

Most of the martial arts halls were unable to operate because of the Chinese who came to learn martial arts.

"The gangs below organize their own people. I just help to provide them with more professional and scientific training materials, and then organize the competition. As for who the contestants are and where they come from, I don't care, everyone earns money. " Sean said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll ask the people below about this." The old man Huang nodded, it's not bad to find a way to make money for the people below.

"However, I have to explain that no one here follows any tricks. Everyone's research is how to knock down each other in the shortest time. Don't underestimate them."

"Don't worry, I understand!" The old man Huang looked solemn, most of the martial arts practice routines, that is the practice method, the purpose is to strengthen the body, the actual combat style has been practiced by very few people.

Besides, no matter how well you practice, if your physical fitness is not enough, you will be beaten to death if you come to power.

After chatting for a while, and the second game was over, Sean didn't care about the outcome, as long as everyone was satisfied with it.

In the two games, everyone made a bet. Those who won were naturally happy, and those who lost were not unhappy.

There's not much money, and everyone doesn't care.

Sean sent everyone away at the door. When they left, Ma Wen and the gangsters seemed very excited. They would definitely not be able to compete on the stage. However, these guys have their own clubs to train fighters to participate in the competition. Xiao Well of course there is no disagreement.

One by one, the guests were sent away, and the Peace Hotel's brand name was released. I believe that through these upper-level people, the news will soon spread.

Moreover, with so many rich people here, their reputation is naturally guaranteed.

The old man Huang was the last to go, of course Sean knew what it meant.

The two of them were not in a hurry to go out. Before the old man Huang came, he didn't actually think to ask Sean for help about the recent affairs in Chinatown.

But he just saw so many big people, many of them are from New York, he saw councillors from Manhattan, councillors from New York City, high-level government departments, people from the prosecutor's office, and even the district police chief. ...

Things like the Peace Hotel and the underground boxing match can't be hidden, and Sean doesn't mind these people knowing.

Whether it is illegal to commit a crime is never the key issue. The key issue is whether the criminal has enough power and whether there is a conflict of interest with other people.

The whole world knows what the Gold Club does, but it didn't break the law until 2001...

Harvey's Hollywood red sofa has existed for 30 years, and many people have sued him, but it was not until he lost power that he was really caught.

So, there's nothing to fear about Sean. Besides, if it's illegal now, it doesn't mean it will be illegal in the future.

Sean has his own plans.

He has always believed that America should be more free and open!

"I have encountered some difficulties recently." Huang Lao did not hesitate. After so many years in the United States, he knew how to deal with Americans.

"Really!?" Sean looked 'surprised', "I've been busy with things in Colombia recently, and I really don't know about things in New York."

Xiao En said that, Huang Lao did not doubt that the X security incident was so big before. He naturally knew that he also sighed that Sean was daring and used gunships and missiles in other countries to kill hundreds of people.

After listening to the old man Huang finished speaking, Sean ordered Jonas to come over and ask. Only then did he know the whole story.

"The problem of racial discrimination has always existed. It's useless to say it." Sean sighed, "I'll help you solve the problem on the official side, but, about the conflict between you and several gangs..."

"This problem is not big, as long as the government doesn't take sides, it can always be solved slowly." The old man Huang said with a smile.

"I have a brother named Yu Rui, and Mr. Huang should have met him. He was in the restaurant that day." Sean suddenly said: "Elder Huang also knows that there are five major families in New York, and it is impossible for other families to enter New York. "

The old man Huang's eyes flickered, "What does Mr. Sean mean?"

"Yuri can provide some news, targeted news." Sean Min put on a meaningful smile.

"Then what does Mr. Sean need here?" Huang Lao instantly understood.

"I want a piece of land near Center Street." Sean said, looking into the eyes of the old man Huang.

Old man Huang frowned deeply, land!

As we all know, the Chinese have the habit of buying houses and land, and this habit has been passed down for thousands of years.

It is said that the Chinese are poor, but in fact, the data shows that the average income of Chinese in the United States is more than 50% higher than the average income of Americans.

With the expansion of Chinatown little by little over the years, those lands have been acquired by the Chinese little by little.

Saving money, buying a house and buying land, this is the fundamental way for Chinatown to expand a little bit.

Of course, due to xenophobia, racial discrimination, different living habits, etc., the land is not so valuable in the hands of the Chinese.

4 square kilometers of land in Manhattan, New York!

The land occupied by Chinatown is all golden land, close to the New York City Police Department, the city government office building, the federal office building, Wall Street...

The reason why the Chinese got their hands at a relatively low price is actually similar to the way that black people gathered in large numbers, so that white people could only sell their properties at low prices.

Sean was interested in the land that he could get in the process of Chinatown expansion.

And the old man Huang hesitated because of the land. The Chinese are very attached to the land.

"Don't worry, I won't lose a cent for the amount of money, and I will help you win the entire Jewish Quarter in a short time." Sean said with a smile.

"How old are you?" the old man asked with a frown.

"20 acres!" Sean blurted out.

"No, it's too much!" Old man Huang stood up abruptly, staring at Sean.

Today's Chinatown is not as big as later generations, 20 acres and 13,000 square meters, which is too big.

"18 acres!"

"2 acres!"

Hearing the number of 2 mu, Sean jumped up angrily. What's more, the old lady didn't bargain so hard, it's too much!

"17 acres!"

"3 acres!"

"16 acres!"

"4 acres!"

"15 acres!"

"4 acres!"

Sean: ? ? ?

I'm so down!

Old Man Huang: I know, but I'm afraid of chaos.

The old man Huang shook his head, and Sean was afraid that the old man would shake his head off.

"No, you can't do it like this, Mr. Huang, take a long-term view!" Sean made the old man very happy.

He doesn't think old man Huang can think of how valuable the land in Manhattan will be in the future, but the ethnicity of the Chinese determines that the old man places great importance on land.

For the old man Huang and the old people in Chinatown, the United States is not their hometown, and they have never regarded the United States as their own country and have no sense of identity.

The only thing they can identify with here is Chinatown, Chinatown is home, home!

Watching their homes expand a little bit is the biggest wish of these old men.

Sean was very helpless and asked Jonas to bring a map of New York.

Looking at the map, the old man Huang looked sideways at Sean, why did you prepare this thing in advance?

Sean: I said I never made your mind up, believe it or not.

Sean also has no choice.

If he wanted to take the whole piece of land near the road, he had to convince Old Man Huang. Without Old Man Huang triumphing in the middle, even if Sean spent money, what he could get would be scattered.

The map was rolled out. Sean originally wanted a piece of land directly opposite Chinatown, but now, looking at the old man's appearance, it was no use.

After thinking about it, Sean moved his hand to the location of the "Museum of Chinese in America" ​​in later generations.

The Museum of Chinese in America was established five years ago, in 1980, in the old Chinatown of New York. It mainly displays some fragments of Chinese life and achievements in various fields in the United States over the past 200 years.

Showing culture, history, etc. are all appearances. In 80 years, who will show it to?

The real purpose is to strengthen the cohesion of Chinese Americans.

In 2009, as Chinatown became larger and larger, the museum moved once to 210-215 Center Street.

Now Sean is looking at the later land, but the museum is only 1,500 square meters, less than 3 acres, which obviously cannot satisfy Sean's appetite.

I start planning from now on. If I can't get a large enough piece of land, what else can I do.

"Here, I want 10 acres!" Sean said firmly, "It can't be any less!"

"This is Italian territory." Huang Lao looked at the map, and saw that it was not Chinatown, and his expression immediately softened.

"I know, I will let Yuri cooperate with you." Sean was too lazy to follow Lao Cai to slowly ink.

Half of the land he was interested in was in the Italian quarter and half in the Jewish quarter.

"Yuri cooperates with you and will give you information about the Italian gang and the South American gang. You understand the rest, right?" Sean said with narrowed eyes.

"I will send people to get rid of their high-level officials. As for whether your people can successfully ascend to the position, that's none of my business."

"Of course." Sean nodded.

"But the police and the New York City government..." Old man Huang raised his brows.

"I'll lobby for you on this matter, but you have to send a group of people out to quell the situation afterwards." Sean looked up at the old man.

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes."

"Afterwards, your development direction will be here, and you will squeeze out all the people here as soon as possible. I will pay for the purchase of real estate."

"But there is a problem, population." The old man Huang said with some embarrassment: "If there is enough population, the city government can't do anything about us, but the problem is, it's a bit difficult."

"Then get people here. Isn't New York the largest gathering place for Chinese on the East Coast?" Sean frowned.

"But New York is not only in Manhattan's Chinatown. Here, um, the rent is a bit high, and many people have gone to live in Brooklyn." The old man Huang was a little helpless.

Sean: ...

"If you have any needs, you can tell me. I can help you as much as possible. I will pay for the money to buy this piece of land, and before I get it all, I can give it to the person who buys it on your behalf." Sean thought for a while. He continued: "In addition, I have a bank under my name. If someone buys a house in Manhattan now, they can ask my bank for a loan if they don't have enough money. I will slightly lower the loan threshold."

When Bank of America is reviewing loans, it habitually raises standards for Chinese people, not to discriminate. White people always feel that Chinese people are not stable enough, and many accidents may occur.

But Sean knows that only Chinese people with mortgages are good Chinese...

After making a rough plan with old man Huang, the matter is over.

It's not that easy to win that land, even if Yuri cooperates, but the land is easy to fight, and buying all the properties is the most difficult part.

Sean reckoned that it would be hard every year.

Just let it go.

It is important to let Yuri cooperate with old man Huang to take down the surrounding gangs.

Land, sooner or later, with his contacts, the old man Huang will not refuse to buy land in Chinatown.

An American super-rich who understands China, speaks Mandarin, and has goodwill towards them is of great significance.

After seeing off the old man Huang, Sean took the car back to the villa.

On the way, Sean asked about the situation of the two prison fighters, and he got the news that the white fighter had a completely broken calf, cracked bones in his forearm and three broken ribs.

The old Hei also had several broken ribs and multiple fractures in both arms.

Both of them had moderate concussions. I won't talk about skin trauma or soft tissue contusion. That's not an injury.

Sean tsk tsk twice, in fact, he is quite willing to see this kind of low-tech, but fierce battle.

In comparison, in the second match, the two boxers were better in every aspect, but they were not murderous.

Well, it's more suitable for promotion. It's almost black boxing, but it's not black enough.

It's just that this kind of boxer is suitable for black boxing, and the source of the boxer is a problem.

A fight is a serious injury, how many boxers can bear this kind of consumption!

Still have to rely on prison!

Thinking of the key point, Sean turned his head to look at Jonas and asked, "How many of the more than 85 prisons in New Jersey are private?"

"Huh?" Jonas was stunned for a moment, then recalled carefully before saying, "No, not personal, right?"

"How could it be!?" Sean's face was full of surprise, but he remembered that most of the prisons in the United States in later generations were privately run.

With 5% of the world's population and 25% of the world's prisoners, the United States has created the world's largest.

"What's a private prison for? This thing doesn't make money!" Jonas looked at Sean in confusion.

Sean didn't speak, he put his hand on his forehead and fell into a state of contemplation.

He can be sure that in the future, most prisons in the United States will be privately opened, and it will be very profitable to open prisons. Several major prison giants are still listed companies.

But now there are few private prisons.

So, what is the reason behind the prison situation?

If you seize the opportunity, the business opportunity here is too great!

It's just that it's a little late today.

Early the next morning, Sean went straight to the Newark Police Department to see dear Chief Wells.

60% of the residents of Newark are black, which is a paradise for criminals. There should not be too many criminals here. As the police chief, Wells will definitely be able to find some answers for himself.

Wells wondered about Sean's sudden visit, and Sean's question made him even more strange.

"Prison, private prison? Ha!" Wells laughed loudly: "Why, do you think there are too few bad guys around you, so are you going to prepare more for yourself? Or are you afraid that one day you will be arrested and there is no good place to go? ."

"Fake, if I'm caught, I'll be the first to confess!" Sean scolded with a smile.

Jokes aside, Wells still found a lot of information according to Sean's request.

How many people in Newark have been in key prisons in the last ten years, sentence ranges and so on.

We know from Wells that not all criminals go to jail.

Because the government needs to spend money after being locked in, and the government does not want to invest so much money in criminals, and these investments will not return any income!

Therefore, many criminals resort to fines and out-of-court settlements.

At present, the proportion of criminals in custody in the United States is not high in the world, less than 8%, which is only slightly more than the population.

Sean immediately contacted Governor Benny again and obtained the funds that New Jersey invests in prisons every year from the state government.

And let Jonas get some information from the prison.

After comparing, Sean found the problem.

Whether the current operating model of the prison is different from the future, or the old-fashioned traditional simple detention, every year, the government needs to invest a lot of money in prisons.

Prison construction and maintenance costs, staff wages and welfare expenses, prisoners' living, medical and other expenses.

That's a huge expense for any state!

In order to reduce expenses, state governments at all levels can only reduce the number of criminals in custody, and try their best to deal with less serious cases through plea bargaining and out-of-court settlements.

This is completely different from the later generations. In the later generations, if you can, you will be arrested, and if you can be sentenced, you will be sentenced.

"How is life in prison?" After sorting out the information in his hand, Sean asked Jonas to ask.

"Not bad, our people are fine," Jonas said.

"I mean ordinary people, how about ordinary people?"

"That would be very bad, the accommodation conditions are very poor, the beds are bunks, six people can live in a room, there is only one toilet and a sink for washing, and some conditions are poor, and a room can live eight people, You can only take a shower every two days!" Jonas gestured with an 'eight' somewhat exaggeratedly.

"Very bad?!" Sean looked strangely at Jonas in disbelief.

"Well, it's bad!" Jonas nodded affirmatively, waving his arms exaggeratedly, "That's not a life for people, it's too crowded!"

"The food is also poor, with only one orange or other cheap fruit per meal, and less than a pound of chicken a day."

Well, it turns out that none of Rabbit's students are human...

Um... most of them are not human.

"Okay, that's pretty bad." Sean thought about it and nodded. Those old blacks who do nothing and only rely on relief to eat can't be worse than this.

Well, as long as you go to various relief stations every day to get food rolls.

Having said that, Sean slapped the table heavily, startling Jonas.

"This is so inhumane, this is abuse, this is a crime, this is ignoring human rights!" Sean cursed loudly with indignation.

Jonas looked at Sean with a weird expression, this... it's so unreal!

"Even if they are criminals, they still have human rights. They are living people. The government is an executioner. They can't abuse criminals like this!"

"Yes, no!"

"I, Sean, absolutely do not allow this kind of thing to happen in front of my eyes."

"Head, are you... sick?" Jonas looked at Sean uncertainly.

Sean: ￣へ￣

"Is it weird that I speak for criminals?" Sean asked with a dark face.

"Uh..." Jonas thought for a while, then suddenly realized, "It's not surprising!"

"That's right." Sean was satisfied.

"After all, you are the worst criminal!" Jonas pursed his lips and nodded.

"Fake!" Sean kicked him hard.

Jonas laughed and jumped away.

"Head, what are you going to do?" Jonas asked again.

"Of course it is to speak up for those who are being held in prisons and are being abused and treated unfairly. They, need, get, rights!" Sean said decisively: "Jonas, you go to various prisons and collect them. Evidence, photos, videos of prisoner abuse.”

"Also, ask the gangs under you to find people who were detained in prison before, and ask them if they have received unfair treatment. Some of them are recorded."

"No, what are you doing?" Jonas looked confused.

"Take the prison to court, the people have the right to know the truth!"

Fake, Jonas rolled his eyes, he was convinced, Sean hypnotized himself all the time, as if he was really a good person.

"Okay, hurry up and do the **** thing, this is a big deal!" Sean smiled and grabbed a box of Cuban cigars and threw it over.

Jonas took it as soon as he took it, then turned around and walked out with a smile.

Sean was not idle either. Sol was not around. He went to India to open up the blending oil market, but he could find other lawyers.

In fact, it is time to set up a law firm under its own control.

Sean thought to himself.

After the lawyer was in place, Sean immediately asked the gang members who had been abused in prison to gather in Newark, and let the lawyer team record them in detail one by one.

It is better to conduct a class action later.

At the same time, Sean asked Peter and a few MPs he supported to release the news, and reporters immediately came to interview.

"Our compatriots are being treated unfairly!" With videos and photo materials in hand, these congressmen slammed various prisons in the state when they were interviewed by reporters.

The beating of prisoners, forced labor, and even sexual abuse happened~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In women's prisons, male prison guards force the female prisoners to examine the body, **, forcibly sell silver and so on.

The news media here just came out, and the lawyer team over there brought 8 prisons to court at the same time in the county court.

The matter quickly spread through television, newspapers, radio and other channels, and most people in New Jersey, including New York, knew the news.

The prison was accused of...

Before the court hearing, the major cities of New Jersey set off a wave of demonstrations again.

Those who participated in the parade this time were either gang members or had criminal records.

Many people claimed that they had been abused in prison, and the sudden wave made the state extremely passive.

Improve the treatment of prisoners?

Giving prisoners human rights?

Well, the United States pays attention to libertarianism and human rights. However, prisoners, many people don't say it in their hearts, but they don't think the treatment of prisoners should be improved.

But in this case, inexplicably, there was not much opposition.

Well, after all, the richer and more powerful you are, the more afraid you will be thrown into prison one day...

Although I don't want such a day, but what if, right?

If prison conditions are better, then why not?

Of course, the state may not be able to take out any money, not even a cent!

The parade was a mighty one, and the court side also had solid evidence. Suddenly, some people in the prison started shouting and beating.

At this moment, Sean reappeared in Governor Benny's office.

"Damn, what the **** are you doing!"