America’s Big Hero

"You're too irritable. Is it necessary? You don't understand how to make money with peace. You're not a good talker at all."

When Sean came back, Shen Bi came up to ask about the situation, and then he was speechless.

"Talk about his mother!" Sean scolded directly in Cantonese.

"Damn it, this was planned and promoted by Lao Tzu, and all he got was to expand his power to the West Coast, and his heels haven't stood firm yet." Sean said cursingly, and he wasn't afraid that Shen Bi would know.

Shen Bi knew a lot of secrets.

"It's good now, I haven't gained much yet, but one by one, they are ready to take the opportunity to make a fortune!"

"Talk, talk, talk, why the **** talk, tell them that the LA riots were planned by Lao Tzu with the help of racial and social conflicts? Are you **** cheap?"

Before Shen Bi brought it up, Sean didn't feel anything.

After being picked out, Sean really endured for a while, the more he thought, the more angry he became, and the more he took a step back, the more he lost!

It's so good, I was prostituted for nothing, but I can't say it myself.

A feeling of being crushed in terms of IQ makes Sean really feel uneasy.

This money, he is not comfortable earning it.

"Everyone came out to make money, it's not shabby."

"Shame, very **** shabby!"

"Then do you want to vent your anger, or do you want to make money?"

"I just want to get out of my anger and make money."

Shen Bi shook his head, but still said aloud: "It's simple, you shot in advance, thinking that in the name of helping those who suffered losses in the riot, you started to buy real estate on a large scale, and then slammed them together, as a bargaining chip. They exchange plots."

"I don't want to make things bigger. Everyone who makes troubles suffers heavy losses. Then they will choose to negotiate. You take the initiative and get angry."

Sean looked up and down at Shen Bi for a while, and suddenly said, "You are so **** bamboo shoots, you have all taken away the bamboo shoots."

This method is simple and practical, and it is very suitable for civil servants who have some power and know the news in advance.

Hmm...ahem.

"You you you!" Shen Bi was so angry, old man I kindly helped you, but you still scold me!

"However, I like it!" Sean chuckled. In his last life, he always saw people licking the fleece of communism like this, and this time we will pluck the fleece of capitalism too.

Of course, I have another plan.

The matter of buying land and a house doesn't have to be done by Sean at all, just leave it to Jonas.

There are many subordinates, spread out, and the province attracts attention.

However, this is not the end.

Take advantage of yourself?

Finely chop into scallions!

Sean gave an order, and people from the consulting company on the West Coast began to come to Los Angeles on a large scale.

On the other hand, Jonas also arranged for people to enter Los Angeles one after another.

Quietly, don't shoot.

Bertram Bain can't do anything by himself.

There are definitely traces!

Investigate people close to Bertram Bain, stalking, eavesdropping, and finding their connections.

Then investigate from the network to see if someone has suddenly become rich, such as shouting "I'll pay for it tonight" in a bar.

Or suddenly there is a large consumption!

If it was really intentional to set fire in a specific area, it would only be a gangster who would do it. Those around Bertram wouldn't do such a thing.

After all, Bertram Bain doesn't look like some unnamed man who doesn't have a professional team in his hands.

And the little gangsters can't control their own hands when they have money!

If it is another consulting company, it may be a little bit unclear how to start in this aspect of the investigation.

But, not on Armstrong's side!

For crime, gang running or something, this is the originator.

The relationship network of Bertram Bain's subordinates will not be exposed on the bright side, but they are closely related, so the direction of the investigation must come from the dark.

"One group, investigate the relative network of these people under Bertram, you understand how to investigate." Armstrong personally came to Los Angeles to preside over the work.

"Understood, the primary goal is beyond the immediate family members of these people." The subordinate replied directly.

Taking a person as the center of the relationship network model, then the first circle is the immediate family, siblings, parents, wives and children, and the extension of parents and brothers is the second layer of relationship network, and the second layer extends to the third layer.

The most likely participants are in the second and third layers.

"The second group, investigate the network of these people's classmates."

"clear!"

In the classmate network, college classmates are the first layer, because the time distance is the closest, then middle school and primary school, which are also divided into three layers.

The highest probability participants or middlemen are also in the second and third layers.

Classmates in middle school and elementary school are unattractive because of the long time, and the younger the classmates and friends are, the purer they are.

Moreover, those who can do this kind of crime have a high probability of not having the chance to go to college.

"Three groups, investigate their neighbors, present and past."

"clear!"

Also layered on a time axis, the high probability is in the past.

The so-called distant relatives are inferior to close neighbors, which is determined by social relations, regardless of China and the United States.

After the goal is clear, the character relationship model can be established soon. Once the model is out, it is much easier to lock the goal.

Sean is not a policeman, not a court, and does not need any legal evidence. All he wants is the result, and the result is enough!

Most of the difficulties in the police investigation of criminal cases are not to target the target, but to find evidence...

We all knew he was a criminal, but there was no proof.

Sean doesn't care how Armstrong's side is advancing, it's enough to leave professional things to professional people.

Sean has to worry about Jonas's side.

"Big cleaning?"

"Cleaning!" Sean nodded. "When you come to Los Angeles, you must say hello to everyone."

"Look, Bill said hello. As your own brother, do you want to keep up?"

"Fake, you must keep up, or you won't be laughed at!" Jonas became excited.

It's been years since I let go of my hands and feet.

Rolling out the map, Sean picks out the most valuable piece of land.

It's impossible to jump into the sky as soon as you enter Los Angeles. It's like in New Jersey, you have to win a piece of land and build your own foundation. After that, it's not too late to push forward.

"You go to Armstrong to get the information. The people in this area, one by one, clean up one by one."

"Give it to me!" Jonas grinned, baring his big white teeth.

…

"Cyril George, 56 years old, joined the Irish Mafia at the age of 21, and began to whitewash at the age of 45. With the help of the Mafia's connections and connections, he started from property management, and gradually involved building materials, transportation, construction, and real estate development."

"According to the information in our hands, this Berlin real estate company does not seem to have a wide range of operations, but in fact its core is used by the Irish Mafia for money laundering, smuggling and bribery."

"The gang background is very deep." Armstrong said with a stack of documents.

"Wow, it's so deep, deeper than me!" Sean tutted his tongue.

Armstrong burst into laughter.

Real estate companies need building materials and transportation, which are good hideouts for smuggling and drug trafficking.

And property management, real estate development and convenient money and bribes, the entire company, in fact, can be said to be the top of the pyramid of criminal groups.

…

"The most difficult thing to deal with in this world is actually clean people. It's hard for you to do anything with them." In the car, Sean was going to see this Cyril George today.

"And this kind of criminal is actually very easy to handle."

"Oh, are you talking about yourself?" Lorraine stabbed Sean in the car.

Sean laughed and fiddled with Lorraine's little hand, "You're wrong, I'm a serious businessman."

"I don't see where you are serious!"

"I'm not poisonous, isn't it serious enough to not be poisonous?"

Lorraine rolled his eyes, "That's because they pulled the lower limit of serious people too low!"

As soon as the convoy arrived at the gate of the villa outside Los Angeles, two black suits turned around and looked at them vigilantly.

For the first time, I said something to the earphone, but I didn't come up to ask questions.

The main reason is that the team is too luxurious, and it makes people know that it is not easy to mess with.

Sean's characteristic Lincoln, as long as he's not blind, can see how high the bulletproof level of this thing is by looking at the thick and dissimilar car glass.

A large number of people came down from the cars in the front and back, and one of them walked to the door of the villa and said directly, "Open the door, our boss wants to see Cyril George."

The black suit frowned and asked, "Who is your boss."

The other party didn't reply, just reached out and lifted the placket to reveal the logo of the protective umbrella inside.

Who in Los Angeles doesn't recognize the umbrella logo right now.

Cyril George received the news immediately and was shocked.

Why did he suddenly come to find him?

Before I could think about it, I immediately ordered someone to open the door, and I quickly put on a formal suit and hurriedly greeted the door.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the villa, he saw Sean walking in with a few people.

"Mr. Sean!" Cyril George laughed and greeted him warmly.

He wasn't Bertram Bain.

A businessman from a business background and a mafia from a background, the two sides' perceptions of Sean are completely two concepts.

One is concerned with the identity of Sean's businessman, and the other is concerned with the identity of Sean's world's largest private military organization. The concerns of the two sides are completely different.

Reaching out and shaking it casually, Cyril George hurriedly let people into the room.

Entering the villa, Sean looked left and right, the decoration style was more classical and a bit old-fashioned.

After serving the coffee, Sean didn't even bother to greet each other, and said directly: "I like the place you are interested in in the reconstruction of Los Angeles, and I am very sincere."

Yes, I came to the door, which is a very sincere performance.

"Ah!" Cyril George was stunned by what he said, this... going straight, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

It is absolutely impossible to refuse outright.

"Mr. Sean is also interested in this place, hahaha, this shows that we have a good vision. We can get Mr. Sean's approval. What kind of real estate project Mr. Sean is going to think about, I think we can cooperate." Siri George said with a smile.

"I'm going to build a gym here, don't worry about cooperation, you guys are not clean here." Sean directly vetoed.

The corners of Cyril George's mouth twitched, and he was completely numb.

What you said, you are not showing sincerity, you are coming to slap in the face!

Damn, your umbrella is very cool, but you can't give no face at all.

The Irish gang has been entrenched in Los Angeles for more than 200 years.

Although it is said that due to the rise of Latinos and blacks, the scope of business has shrunk significantly, but compared to strength, Irish gangs are not bad.

Just be humble.

As we all know, the two major mafia in the United States are the Irish Mafia and the Italian Mafia.

Other criminal organizations can only be called gangsters.

Getting angry, Cyril George still did not slap his face like Bertram, but forced a smile and said, "This matter is not something I can decide alone, and I need to discuss it with many people up and down. ."

"Time is too hasty, Mr. Sean, look, how about I answer you later?"

Sean looked at his watch, "Okay, I'll wait for you for 24 hours!"

After speaking, regardless of whether Cyril George agreed or not, he turned and left.

Seeing Sean's motorcade passing from the door of the villa for an hour, Cyril George's face turned cold a little.

A young man walked behind Cyril and said irritably, "Fuck, kill him!"

Cyril turned back and glanced at the young man, "If you can do it, I don't care."

"Uh..." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, he was just not convinced, and he just snorted.

It's not like he hasn't seen Sean's car, it's the same as the US President's car.

This guy doesn't look like Kennedy, he doesn't wear a helmet when he does a convertible...

"Don't fart if you don't have that ability!" Cyril turned and walked into the house, leaving only one sentence.

"Then what should I do, someone really came to the door and said, let's obediently offer up the land immediately." Seven of the young men said with dissatisfaction.

Cyril waved his hand and said nothing.

That evening, the Irish Mafia in Los Angeles held a high-level meeting.

"Let's talk about it."

"What can I say, I know what everyone is thinking, and they all feel that the force of the protective umbrella can't be beaten!" A man with a big back and a sinking mouth said coldly: "But, let it go now, then What about the back?"

"Yes, it's not impossible for us to change to another area for development, and the impact is not that big."

"But the question is who can guarantee that this is not a test by Sean?"

"Yeah!" Someone echoed here: "The four gangs on 18th Street released rumors before that Jonas found them, and the Jonas family is going to enter Los Angeles and even the whole of California. This should not be a fake news. "

"Los Angeles is so big, the South is in the hands of Latinos and blacks, there are Italians and Jews in Hollywood, and we Irish are only in the north, and now Jonas wants to enter Los Angeles, who will give up the land?" Someone else He expressed support.

Everyone started talking, and everyone's attention was not on that plot at all.

When this land is in their hands, they won't spend too much money to develop it. The main business of the Irish Mafia is not real estate, they don't understand it, and they don't have the guts to invest hundreds of millions of dollars in development at once.

What they were afraid of was that Sean targeted their Irish gangsters and cleaned them up like he did the Dimio Group back then.

"Then if there is a war, how to solve it?" Cyril asked.

Dabeitou snorted and said, "What are you afraid of? The protective umbrella is powerful, it is a warship and it is a missile, but he can't launch a missile toward Los Angeles, what is he afraid of!"

"Even if there is a fire, he dares to use an armed helicopter or an armored vehicle!"

"He dare not!"

"As long as you don't use these, what's so scary?"

"If you are afraid of this, then simply, everyone should pack up and leave now."

Everyone nodded, it was about interests and no concessions were allowed.

The matter is settled like this, first find out what Sean is going to do.

…

Although both sides refused, the reaction was mixed.

Bertram Bain is waiting for Sean to step down, and the Irishman is waiting for Sean to make a move.

None of that matters to Sean, though.

Anyway, 'sincerity' I expressed.

What sincerity?

Isn't it sincere enough to come to the door in person?

In the back, that is to light up the muscles.

In the end, this is the last thing to look at.

…

In a bar, the music was deafening.

On the stage, the stripper kept twisting her waist around the pole, teasing a group of LSPs below the stage.

In the corner, a group of people with messy tattoos were drinking with their arms around the woman.

An old black patted the thigh of the woman next to him, the woman stood up, the man stood up and walked out, and the woman in the B-skirt caught up to hold the old black's arm.

Seeing that the two men walked to the bathroom corridor, not far from here, two men and two men stood up and followed. After walking out a few meters, another one stood up and followed.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw where the old black was standing, the woman next to him reached out to help him, and the old black was peeing comfortably.

"Hei" Lao Hei shivered comfortably, and the woman next to him giggled and squatted down.

The two who followed walked directly towards Lao Hei, and the other person behind turned around and stood at the door of the bathroom to block the door.

He took out a handkerchief in one hand and shook it, then took out a small bottle and opened it, and some transparent liquid was poured directly on the handkerchief.

The man came behind Lao Hei who was enjoying with his eyes closed, his left hand stretched out and grabbed Lao Hei's chin and lifted it up, and the handkerchief in his right hand directly covered it.

"Woooooo" Lao Hei was dragged out and struggled hard.

The squatting woman found her mouth empty, looked up blankly, and before she could close her mouth, a black and hard one directly inserted it.

pistol!

"boom!"

In the woman's terrified eyes, a knife slashed fiercely on the woman's neck, and the woman's eyes widened, and she fell directly into the bathroom.

On the other side, the old black chin was forcibly strangled, and there was no room for resistance at all. He inhaled hard, and all the liquid on the handkerchief was inhaled into his lungs, and he soon stopped struggling.

(Choke is the ultimate move, the direction of force is not backwards, but diagonally upwards...don't try it!)

Seeing that Lao Hei was struggling more and more weakly, he put down the hand holding his nose and mouth, and put the handkerchief back into his pocket.

The two of them held up the drowsy and semi-conscious black man with one arm, opened the door of the bathroom and walked out.

At the entrance of the bar, the two gatekeepers laughed loudly as they watched Lao Hei drank too much and was dragged out so early...

Get in the car, leave, and after driving a few hundred meters, the car stops again.

There was a cold chain transport truck parked on the side of the road, the door of the compartment opened, and the old black was taken down and threw in directly.

There are a lot of big hooks hanging on the top of the cold chain car. He lifted the drowsy old black, and hung his neck directly on the big iron hook.

'Pfft'...

The old black hanging in the air seemed to wake up for a short while, the corpse in mid-air twitched and danced for a while, and drops of blood fell from the place where the iron hook penetrated.

Neither of them looked, got out of the car, closed the door, drove, and left.

So many goals for tonight...

…

At the entrance of a villa, four men in gray clothes got out of the car and walked towards the courtyard wall of the villa.

When there were still more than ten meters away, one person raised his hand and threw a few things in.

After half a minute, the four of them approached, and the flashlight in their hands emitted a dazzling blue light.

In the yard, two big dogs were lying on the ground with their tongues drooping on the ground and motionless.

Go over the wall, open the gate, and close the gate after everyone enters.

Standing at the gate of the villa, one person took out a set of tools and fiddled around a few times, twisting gently, and the gate slowly opened.

As soon as they came in, the four had a clear division of labor and went straight to their respective goals. Obviously, they had a clear understanding of the internal structure of the villa.

One person went straight to the worker's room on the first floor, and his footsteps were inaudible. The door of the worker's room was open, which was responsible for guarding at night.

Of course, you can't expect a gang to do the same thing as the Secret Service.

There is a dog watching the house, and a person who sleeps lightly is listening. This is already very alert. What else do you want to do?

Walking to the door of the worker's room, the gray clothes raised his hand, and a delicate hand crossbow appeared in his hand.

There was an infrared sight on the hand crossbow, and a red dot fell on the forehead of the guy in the worker's room.

"stretch"

'puff'

At a distance of three meters, most of a short steel crossbow arrow was shot into the head, and the body lay down before anyone could say a word.

Upstairs, the three of them each walked to the door of a room.

They each took out a syringe, opened a small vial that they carried with them, took out a tube of liquid, and pushed gently against the gap below the door.

A stream of liquid was sprayed into it.

After doing this, a few minutes later, several people quietly opened the door and took a look inside.

Finally found the target.

The three walked softly to the bed, where a naked Hispanic lay with his mouth open, and a real snoring came from his mouth.

There were two women with big butts and **** lying next to them.

The three of them looked at each other, took out the vial and opened it again, the mouth of the bottle was aimed directly at the mouth and nose of the three.

After more than a minute, the three fell directly into a coma.

One person dragged the man on the bed on his back and walked downstairs directly. The other two searched the house and found a hidden safe in the shoe cabinet under a wardrobe.

At this moment, the man in gray who had just completed the killing mission on the first floor had already pulled in the car and parked at the door.

The living person was thrown into the car, and the safe was put in the trunk. While the three were busy, the first man in gray was wrapping the body in a sheet, and even some blood that had been splashed around was wiped clean.

Finally took out another bottle of spray, which is ready to carry, can react with blood.

Sean didn't understand the principle, anyway, the bloodstain disappeared completely after spraying it.

After closing the door and leaving, after two hours, the two dogs twitched for a while and slowly got up...

…

In the middle of the night, a car was driving fast on the road.

Inside the car, an old black man with a big gold chain on his body was driving.

In the back row, where a man was sitting, a woman was leaning on top of the man and working hard together, and the man brushed the woman's long drooping hair from time to time.

It has to be seen to feel better.

Just as he was getting comfortable, he suddenly heard the sound of an engine roaring from the rear. The man turned his head and saw that the blue-faced sports car was chasing after him.

The window of the sports car rolled down, and a white man stretched out his arm, as if showing his thumb towards him, then turned his hand and pointed with the thumb down.

A burst of laughter came from the car.

"Fake!" the old black cursed loudly, "catch up and teach them a lesson!"

This is a very common provocative behavior in the United States. It is nothing more than a chance encounter on the road. Everyone gets off the car and looks for excitement.

The only difference is that it is a group of white people who are looking for trouble today.

Man, this is absolutely unacceptable, it must be won!

The roar of the engine sounded, and both sides accelerated frantically, regardless of whether the red light was red or not, it went crazy.

It's just that the old blacks didn't notice it at all, and the route became more and more remote.

You chased after me for a while, and suddenly, the provocative white vehicle suddenly slowed down and braked.

Old Hei, who was screaming with excitement, passed by with a 'whoosh' before he could react.

Before they could figure out what was going on, there was no time to celebrate, just subconsciously slowing down and looking back to see what happened.

A dump truck with no headlights suddenly rushed out. With a bang, the old black sports car was directly hit into the air.

The dump truck doesn't mean to slow down at all.

The sports car was hit and rolled out more than 30 meters, the car was completely deformed, and the dump truck that was catching up turned slightly and disappeared into the night.

Immediately after, a van drove up and stopped in front of the old black sports car.

The carriage opened, and one person pulled a steel cable, and the other pushed a supermarket cart with heavy loads down.

The cart was inserted under the sports car that was on the side of the road, and it was quickly pressed a few times. The front of the sports car was jacked up, the cable was hung up, the winch in the car turned, a simple trailer, and the car and the people were directly dragged into the car. within.

It took less than five minutes before and after, and during this time, the large pieces of debris that were hit and flew around were picked up by the two and threw them into the van.

The night wind blew, and apart from the broken glass all over the floor, there was nothing of value left at the scene.

no blood...

…

In the bar, the boss didn't come back for a long time, and everyone didn't care, just thought the boss was having a good time.

Until the woman who was knocked unconscious woke up from the toilet, and after a while, a scream sounded.

A group of people made a noise, which quickly alerted the person in charge of the bar.

After inquiring, I finally learned from the two men who were watching the gate that their boss was drunk and was taken away.

Boss, lost it?

Kidnapped?

…

On the villa's side, it wasn't until the next morning that the people in the other rooms woke up to find that the boss had disappeared out of thin air!

There were only two sleepy red fruit women left on the bed.

Even the person in charge of guarding downstairs was gone.

At first, I thought that the boss had gone out, but the left couldn't come back, and the right couldn't come back.

Finally, a group of people realized that something was wrong.

Boss, lost?

Under the eyes of a group of people, quietly lost?

…

At noon, the news spread slowly that a total of eight gang bosses or important figures in the gang were missing.

A total of 19 people.

Except for a woman at the bar who was knocked unconscious when she saw half of them, all the other missing people had no clues.

Some disappeared without a sound, and some disappeared out of thin air under the eyes of everyone.

No one called the police.

But the police are very well-informed, and they all know the news.

Of course, if you don't call the police, it doesn't mean that the police won't investigate the case.

With so much money, I will definitely come out to find someone at this time.

The police discussed it privately inside, and the attackers were definitely professionally trained, and they had long-term surveillance of these people, and they knew the whereabouts of the missing very well.

That's why people can be made to disappear without anyone noticing.

The means are too professional.

Professional is scary.

It must be a gang, and the gang is not small.

After some discussions, the police immediately decided to set up a special case group to investigate the case in private.

Gotta know who did it!

Justice must be done for the gangs!

People on the road are panicking, how can the business be done?

It doesn't matter whether the case is officially filed or not, the police must uphold justice and kill the criminals in the cradle.

Of course, more importantly, the police are also very uneasy.

What they are most afraid of is that the targets of the attackers are not simply those gang members, but their law enforcers...

…

South Los Angeles, in the Long Beach dock area, in a cold storage.

Rows of large iron hooks are hung with skinned cows, but in one corner, more than a dozen hooks are hung with dead bodies.

Next to the corpse stood a few people wrapped in cotton coats. If you look closely, you will find that there is nothing in the cotton coats. They step on the cold concrete floor with their bare feet, and a few people are shivering.

You can't sit still, it's colder if you don't move.

Several people's hair and eyebrows were covered with frost, and they did not speak, but occasionally glanced at the hanging corpse uncontrollably.

Many of them are acquainted with them, or even their subordinates, but they are all frozen at the moment.

They didn't even know where this place was, they were already here when they woke up.

It's been hours since they're still alive, which means they're still useful to their captors.

Otherwise, they would be hung here like those corpses.

It's just that no one has come to them, and now they have to keep going.

You can't just freeze to death for no apparent reason before it works.

…

Inside a hotel on the southern junction of Inglewood and downtown Los Angeles.

"He did it, absolutely!"

If you look from the middle, the restaurant is brown on one side and black on the other.

Four directions, four waves of people, and the people from the four major gangs on the table in the middle sit opposite each other.

"What you said is **** bullshit, we all know he did it, the question is, how do we deal with it!"

"How do I know, people don't know where they are!"

"So, then why are you calling everyone here? Just listen to your nonsense here." The boss of the lame gang sang it out with RAP.

"If you don't think it's necessary, you can go, no one will stop you." The boss of Floren Rosa 13 hugged his arms and looked at the lame boss coldly.

"Okay, you say." The lame boss shrugged, it was impossible to walk, he was afraid of being sold.

"I don't have a way, and you can't have it either!" The people in Florence glanced at the other three, and then continued: "I passed the news to the police, and you must have let it out."

"I guess it's useless. The umbrella cooperates with the police, and the police may not intervene." Tony of the Blood Gang shook his head.

"The news I got is just the opposite. The cooperation object of the umbrella is the mayor and the sheriff, and it has nothing to do with the people below." Florence's boss smiled, "The police are more anxious than us now."

"Hey, what do you say?" Everyone suddenly became curious.

"My people told me that the senior management felt that the Jonas family, backed by a protective umbrella and the rich man Sean, was a difficult person to deal with. Compared to them, they would rather have the underground forces in Los Angeles under our control."

Everyone's faces were happy, but they gradually became ugly.

It sounds like they are saying that compared to Jonas, they are a bunch of rubbish, and they are easier to manipulate.

If Jonas entered Los Angeles, the situation on both sides of the police and criminals may change a lot.

This is what many people in the police do not want to see.

No one will be happy to be seen as a small garbage, but now the small garbage is still an advantage.

Gan!

"Don't think too much, UU reading www.uukanshu.com or else, who would like to touch Jonas." The boss of Florence spread his hands indifferently.

Everyone shook their heads silently, touching, no one could be found anywhere, touch a chicken feather.

The meeting was soon disbanded, and after some discussion, everyone's mentality was calmed down.

Well, lay flat.

Shrink the power, let the subordinates hide their **** honestly lately, and don't show up.

The other side cooperated vigorously with the police and really went to arrest those people who were doing the work.

Once you find someone, things will be easier.

Even if people are not arrested, everyone has a bargaining chip.

…

"Head, the work here has not been completed yet, so you have arranged for me to work again!" Armstrong looked at Sean with a wry smile. "Capitalists can't oppress people like this!"

"You are also a member of the capitalists now, you must be conscious, OK!"

"Uh... well." Armstrong slapped his forehead hard.

The dragon slayer eventually became a dragon.

"I'll mobilize some more people here. This is a lot of work!" Armstrong looked at the stack of documents in his hand and shook his head with a headache.

The top two photos are of the two deputy chiefs of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Within the entire LAPD system, leaders at all levels are listed.

Every profile Sean needs.

Knowing the enemy and knowing yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles.

If you want to corrupt one... ahem, Sean always needs to know who can be attracted and who can't be attracted.

In fact, he didn't want to be so troublesome, he could only say that the police chief was an idiot.

I can't even control my subordinates, what the fuck!

…

9000 words, adjust the status, and strive for 10,000 days tomorrow.

In addition, the author is not allowed to water the plot...

This year's readers are so picky!