America’s Big Hero

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Jonas said loudly with a stern face: "I don't allow you to insult the police!"

After he finished speaking, Jonas smiled again, leaned over and put his elbow on Cyril's shoulder, "Hey, if the police are doing their jobs dutifully, not afraid of life and death, not bribery, and not showing favoritism, then there is no room for us to live. "

"You've been caught long ago and sent to jail."

"So, instead of blaming the police, think about what you should do now?"

"Kill so many of us, you think you can get out of here alive!" Cyril stared at Jonas, his eyes blood red.

Everyone came out to mix, not so naive.

Why did Jonas find him alone and not anyone else?

How is he different from the other four leaders?

He's whitewashed, he manages the property of the Irish gangster, all the property that sees the light and doesn't.

Previously, his attention was still on the hotel, hoping that the other three would turn their losses into victory, and that the police would smash Sean's conspiracy.

As a result, they are all **** trash!

Now that his attention is drawn back, Cyril only wants to understand the meaning of his life.

However, if you really hand it over, what value is there in yourself?

still alive?

Cyril, who has been in the mafia for so many years, understands very well that any **** rules, any **** reputation, are all **** bullshit.

The mafia is a criminal organization, everyone just wants to make money, everything else is bullshit!

"Don't say that, this is the United States, everyone is American, where is there any Irish, so I'm still African?"

Jonas laughed and continued: "You are a white man, where did you get so many complaints, and I, a black man, didn't talk about ethnology, okay, okay, just get down to business."

"Come out, why?"

"Don't tell me you're for the great ideal of Irish independence." Jonas shook his head with a funny expression.

"I don't believe you." Cyril was silent for a while, but still said.

It's definitely going to be talked about.

if not?

Take Jonas to death?

"Then who do you believe?" Jonas wasn't angry either.

"I want to see Sean, and I want him to personally assure me in public." Cyril said word by word after thinking for a long time.

"No way!" Jonas shook his head.

"Sean is Sean, the umbrella is the umbrella, I am me." Jonas said with a smile: "Everyone has different roles and is responsible for different things. Let's put it this way, Sean will not commit a crime."

"I know what you think, I think this is done by the umbrella, but I tell you it's wrong, we have things we have, we won't make mistakes on this point, there's no need, we don't interfere with each other, This is safe, don't you also wash it white."

Umbrella is a formal company, and it accepts formal business contracts. The cooperation object is either the government or super capital, and it does not participate in crimes.

At least in the continental United States.

Even if an individual within the umbrella commits a crime, it has nothing to do with the company, it is called an individual act, and the law will only judge the individual, not the company.

It's like someone in the bank illegally operated and took other people's money. That's a personal act. It's a personal violation. Whether it's theft or fraud, it has nothing to do with the bank itself.

What is a company illegal, such as tax evasion, such as making false accounts, such as studying chemical weapons, etc., this is called corporate behavior.

If the company does not break the law, the company will not fail.

If the company under his name does not fail, Sean has the confidence.

Sean has the confidence, Jonas and the others have the confidence.

Cyril frowned, of course he understood what Jonas said, criminals, how can criminals not understand the law.

"But I don't believe you." Cyril's surrender is certain, unless he wants to die.

But he didn't want to die, he had money, the Irish Mafia had money, and he wanted to live longer.

Still want to enjoy life.

"It's okay." Jonas shook his head and said with a smile, "Then do you believe in your money? Do you believe in the power of Dao Le?"

"I want all the legal assets in your hands."

"You can take away all those illegal assets, or you can take the money away after you find a way to deal with it. You can go wherever you want."

"Like Canada, like Japan, like Europe, whatever you want."

"If you need it, I can also help you exchange it into other countries' currencies."

"Canadian dollar, British pound, Japanese yen, Hong Kong dollar, Australian dollar, you name it."

"Gifts are taxed." Cyril pursed his lips and said.

"Of course, I'm a legal citizen." Jonas laughed. "I, never, never evade taxes!"

"I want to transfer the funds first, and then transfer the assets." Cyril thought for a while and said.

"Okay." Jonas agreed, "I'm not afraid of your regrets. I don't believe you would be so stupid to think you could escape without a trace, right?"

Jonas got closer again, stared into Cyril's eyes and said: "You never want to take that money into a coffin, right, you always have to spend it, enjoy life, have a villa, and have affection People need luxury cars, yachts, and high society, right!"

Cyril swallowed, Jonas was putting too much pressure on him.

As I just said, he needs it, and high consumption cannot be hidden.

This is also the reason for his insecurity.

Nodding a little dejectedly, Cyril let out his last breath, and the aura of a gangster on his whole body disappeared instantly.

At this moment, Cyril is a decadent fat man.

"Finally, I'll give you another promise." Jonas grabbed Cyril's neck, looked down at him, and said with a smile: "As the head of the Irish Mafia, summon all the gang leaders in Los Angeles, I want to take over your territory righteously in front of everyone."

"At the same time, this is also for your own good. There are so many witnesses. Even if I do it for my colleagues in Los Angeles and California, I will not touch you." Jonas patted Cyril on the stomach wantonly. fat.

"Do you know the difference between me and ordinary underground forces?"

Cyril raised his head and smiled ingratiatingly, "I don't know."

"I'm not short of money!" Jonas patted Cyril's belly again, turned around and left with a smile, "Okay, I'll wait for your news, as soon as possible."

"I don't like to procrastinate." Without looking back, Jonas swaggered out.

Cyril followed Jonas and watched him walk out of the gate of the villa, while the 20 men behind him watched silently.

No one spoke, and the anger of the 20 subordinates was completely dissipated by the big explosion.

Too bad, everyone is not of the same order of magnitude.

People are scattered.

Cyril wanted to leave, and so did his subordinates.

"ε=('ο'*))) Sigh." With a heavy sigh, Cyril walked towards the villa with a slight bend in his waist, "I'm going to leave, go to England, if you want to follow, just follow, if you don't want to, I'll get you some money."

America can't last.

…

"Sean, what are you trying to do! Are you crazy?" Seeing the explosion scene on TV, Tom made a phone call.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Sean took the phone a little further, and then said after Tom finished his growl: "What are you talking about, I don't understand why."

"Don't play stupid, I know, everyone knows it!"

"So what?" Sean asked with a smile. "Is it the police that have lost much?"

Tom was stunned and didn't know how to answer. It was certain that he was injured by a stone, but it was impossible to talk about the loss.

Not dying, or not dying much, is not a loss.

After all, they are contract workers.

"Then, which distinguished gentleman has any loss?" Sean asked again.

Tom: "…"

"So, what's the problem? I don't understand, is this a big deal now that nearly 4,000 fires have just burned and more than 1,000 buildings have been destroyed?" Sean asked again.

Being questioned by Sean like this, Tom suddenly felt that, yes, only a hundred or ten people died, as if, probably, it really wasn't a big deal...

But, you're throwing so much dynamite in the city, hey!

"Okay, dear Mayor Tom, let's just let them go with the wind. Our top priority now is how to complete the task of rebuilding Los Angeles better and faster, not on these trivial things. Do entanglement."

"This time I will invest 500 million US dollars in Los Angeles. It is 500 million. Isn't that enough to make your heart beat?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Sean, it seems that we have time to talk about the construction of Los Angeles. I believe that it is because of Mr. Sean's kind-hearted and insightful people that Los Angeles will become better. ' Tom laughed out loud.

"I think so too." A strange smile appeared on Sean's face.

"Oh, by the way, someone will contact the city government later. I heard that there is a philanthropist who is very distressed about the situation in Los Angeles and is going to stand up and donate a sum of money."

"Oh, that's really, really great." Tom said with a smile, as if thinking of something.

…

When he came out of Cyril's villa, the smile on Jonas' face never went down, and the whole person seemed to be in high spirits.

I got in the car and waved my hand, "Go, go back!"

The plan to insert Los Angeles was basically completed successfully, and Jonas was also greatly relieved.

Finally, deal with the beginning and end and it's over.

Hurrying back to the temporary stronghold, the six people who carried out the mission have returned.

One by one gave a big hug, it was emotional.

Economically, of course, it will not be stingy.

Six suitcases were pushed over and opened one by one, piles upon piles, full of US dollars.

For a time, the six people who killed the man without blinking were all short of breath.

It's all money, obviously cash has more impact than checks.

One million per person!

That was a million dollars in the 80s.

What concept?

According to media statistics, in the past ten years, numerous robberies, large and small, have occurred in the United States.

Excluding those unsuccessful, and only counting successful robberies, the average amount of money per successful robbery is only about $30,000.

This is also because there is a large amount of looting that drives up the per capita level of robbery.

The most famous is "The Great New York Heist" two years ago, in which an unnamed man led a professional gang to rob $45 million at a time.

Excluding this super robber, in fact, the most successful armed robbery of the past decade has only robbed more than 3 million US dollars.

Going forward is the 1972 robbery of the Union Bank of California in the United States. After seven robbers broke into the bank, they stole $30 million in assets from the safe.

Note that it's assets, not cash. It's dangerous to cash out, even more dangerous than robbing a bank, and you can't get much money out of cash.

And this is also the biggest bank robbery in the United States before an unnamed existence!

So, 6 million, cash, really, really a lot.

It's just a sell-off, and there is a complete escape plan.

According to Sean's original design, even if the six people didn't use the chaos to grab the police car and run away, they would be rescued on the way to the detention center.

Unless you are unlucky, it is difficult to die.

Jonas just laughed and watched the six howling, jumping, and yelling.

After a long time, when the excitement of the six people passed, Jonas said with a smile: "Okay, happy things can come slowly, don't worry."

"Although the police haven't seen what you look like, and they are still smeared, it is best not to stay in the United States for the time being, and I will send you to the ship in a while, and you will go down on the way and fly to Kata at any airport. Hener."

"Cash is inconvenient to carry, but it doesn't matter, there is also there. If you want to spend it, just withdraw the money from the branch there."

"Cartagena is our territory, you can play whatever you want, just say hello to the brothers over there."

This set of processes was designed by Sean.

Anyone who completes the task, wants to go out and hide and relax while going to Cartagena.

There is a one-stop service prepared by Sean over there.

Food, housing, play, women, mansions, yachts... everything you can think of.

If there is any need, just a phone call and someone will come to arrange it in person.

Pipeline work.

Of course, it's not a penny that should be spent.

Money always has to be recycled!

Come from me, come back to me.

As soon as it is gone, the money becomes service income, which is not washed away!

"Long live the boss!" The six people raised their hands and cheered loudly.

Jonas took them all the way from the pier in Long Beach to a large ship carrying raw meat to Colombia, where the bodies had also been on board.

Bringing a few more people is simply not too easy.

And those corpses will be thrown directly into nature after entering the Pacific Ocean.

There are no deaths, only disappearances.

The investigation of disappearances and homicides in any country is completely incomparable.

After sending these six people away, Jonas was relieved. As for the manpower issue.

Staffing has never been an issue, New Jersey has it, Columbia has it.

Some who do not want to work under the umbrella will join the Jonas family and enter a semi-retirement state after stepping back to the second line.

This is a retirement plan designed by Sean. Of course, you can also retire directly, but generally not.

The battlefield syndrome is more serious, and normal social life can not adapt to it. This semi-retirement life is more free.

Of course, Umbrella employees who are on furlough can also come to Jonas for personal work.

Sean has figured out how to play these American soldiers...

Wandering around, Jonas quietly found Rod King, the last target to be appeased.

"How is it, has your body recovered?" Jonas asked with a smile.

"It's a bit difficult, I need help when I poop." Sitting in a wheelchair, Rod King shrugged with a smile. The wound on his face was mostly healed, and the stitches were removed.

But for a hundred days, even soft tissue contusions and bone fractures are not so easy to heal.

"However, it won't stop me from enjoying life." Rod King shrugged his **** a few times, "It's really impossible to let them move on their own."

The two suddenly laughed.

Old man, understandable.

After chatting for a while, Jonas got to the point, "You have to reopen the court here."

"Yes, in a few days, the trial will be re-examined." Rhode nodded.

"Well, I still can't arrange a better lawyer for you this time, but it doesn't matter, because of this matter, the court will favor you, and the jury will not obstruct it. Los Angeles' top priority now is to resume production and construction, you This has to make him a thing of the past."

"It should give you a lot of money, a few million."

"Hahaha, then I'll be a millionaire." Rhode laughed out loud with joy, and he was just beaten up.

"Well, you deserve it. Looking back, it's over. Where do you want to go? Move out of Los Angeles for a while."

"I didn't think about it, whatever. I want to walk around and have a look when I have money. The world is so big." Rhode shrugged his shoulders and looked a little lonely. "Actually, I want to go back to my hometown to see."

"Hometown?" Jonas was taken aback.

"Africa, go back and see where the black people made their voices." Rhode said lightly.

Homecoming? Jonas had heard Sean explain the word, and it felt very exciting, just a few pronunciations can represent so many meanings, like an alien language.

Rabbits are cultured!

"You said, black man, is that really the case, bad?" Rod frowned, suddenly looked up at Jonas and asked.

During this period of time, because of his injury, he couldn't do anything. He just followed the news every day. After all, it was him who caused it.

This experience was something he had never had before.

There was time before, he spent in fooling around, and after retiring, only alcohol and women accompanied him.

In the past half month of paying attention to the news, from the perspective of the participants, he suddenly accepted so much information, which made Rhodes involuntarily follow the various evaluations on TV and think a lot.

The feeling of a chimpanzee starting to use his brain.

"Why are you asking that? Did someone tell you something?" Jonas frowned and his expression became serious.

Affirmative Action?

Jonas remembers Sean's warning to stay away from those political groups.

"Oh, that's not true." Rhode shook his head quickly. He knew the rules, but he just explained what he had been thinking about for a while.

"Hahaha, what did I think it was?" Jonas laughed, "I don't know how to answer you when you ask me about these things, after all, I'm not a sociologist or something, and I give Tell me what you told me over there."

"If you divide the roles played by the parties in the Los Angeles incident into 100 parts, you, Rod King, account for at most 8%, maybe less."

"This is still under the circumstances that the whole incident was planned and triggered by us, so you value your influence highly, this matter has nothing to do with you, and with or without you, this incident will come sooner or later, this is a social contradiction, Racial conflict."

"Is black people inherently bad? I don't know, but they gave me a few chestnuts. Where is a job opportunity, everyone can do it. Who will the boss choose at this time?"

"The answer is a white man."

"If the white people are unwilling to do it, without external influence, the boss will choose an Asian, especially a Chinese, because the money is the least and the work is the best."

"If for a special reason, Asians cannot be selected, then the boss will choose Hispanics, because in terms of appearance and blood, they are most similar to whites, including culture, including habits, including religion, including language, yes, language, black The tone of speech is completely different from white people, and Latinos are like them."

"Bosses are only willing to choose black people when they have no choice. That's the truth. Without jobs, people will commit crimes if they want to live. If the crime rate is too high, bosses don't like hiring, and it's a vicious circle."

"Don't argue with me first." Jonas interrupted Rod King's words and asked instead, "Tell me, when you spend money to find women, you choose more black women or more Latin American women with big butts."

Jonas smiled and hooked his fingers.

Rod King looked bewildered, Jonas could ask such a question at such a serious moment, which he did not expect.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Rhodes had to say, well, if he had money, he would call a white woman with a big ass, and if he didn't have that much money, he would call a Latin American hot girl. Call a black man.

After all, who doesn't love exotic styles?

"So, you see, in the women's and women's line, black people can't take them." Jonas spread his hands.

"This is the social status quo. If it wasn't for the fear of being racially discriminated against, there would be no black people in Hollywood, and no black people would be used in movies except for villains."

"So, don't have any burdens. The fact is that you are less worth mentioning than you think. Your existence will not have any impact on the world at all, whether it is life or death."

"Living better is the greatest contribution you can make to the world."

"Now, tell me, are you in a better mood?"

Rhode's face twisted, he gritted his teeth, and after a while he choked out two words, "Fake!"

But after speaking, his mood also improved. After all, he is not a pervert. It is normal to have such a bad influence in his heart.

Guilt or something, all **** ridiculed.

Looking at Rhode's appearance, Jonas laughed and booed!

The last time Sean had spoken to him, the sarcasm was stronger.

"Well, when will the black man stand up?" Rhodes asked a question that had troubled him for a long time.

Jonas smiled and bent down and flicked Rhodes' crotch, "I don't know, but I said, when the black population accounts for more than 40%, so let's work hard."

Well, Rhodes subconsciously bent over to cover it, but a smile appeared on his face.

He didn't understand why, but it's not a bad thing to have a lot of people.

…

After comforting Rhodes again, Jonas left, and in the car, the whole person relaxed.

After a person is busy with a major event, there will be a sense of relaxation and spirituality.

However, due to overwork, the tension in the body is difficult to eliminate.

so…

Jonas took out his phone and dialed, "Whitney, I heard you're still in Los Angeles."

"Yeah, the agent asked me to participate in more public activities about anti-riots, anti-racism, mourning the dead, etc., you know." Whitney Houston said lazily on the phone.

After the riot in Los Angeles, celebrities, entertainers, politicians, and all kinds of people began to make their appearances and began to carve up the traffic after the riot.

As a black star, Whitney Houston naturally has to stand up to exert her influence and organize black people to carry out some show activities to improve her status among black people and influence in society.

Well, the public image must be maintained.

"Work is never finished, come on, have a meal and relax." Jonas invited.

In New Jersey, Jonas was the black 'star', and the most famous one.

For the black singer who is also from his hometown, Jonas can pity him for a long time.

Especially after hearing what Sean said...

Ahem, he said that Whitney had seen them and heard of their names.

"Oh, who did you invite?" Whitney asked on the other end of the phone.

"No matter how many people you invite, it's just to give you this most beautiful flower as a foil, so it doesn't matter, does it." After being forced to read more, Jonas's useless knowledge increased.

A silver bell-like laughter came from the phone, and Whitney smiled and agreed.

Black people don't discriminate against a 'capable' person, they just worship.

Well, the vast majority of people in America don't discriminate against mafia or core gang members, which is a good career.

Not to mention the Mafia leaders.

After hanging up, Jonas laughed, as if the physical exhaustion had vanished.

Yes, that's like Whitney agreeing to a date with him.

As for what Whitney was once used by Sean...

What is this.

Jonas didn't mind being like-minded with his brother.

Maybe we can communicate with each other in the future.

Besides, he knew that Sean wouldn't do anything like falling in love with someone.

In a happy mood, I arrived at the place to live, a villa near Santa Monica Beach, with a good view.

Jonas paid for it himself.

It didn't take long for Whitney to arrive with a big hug.

In fact, Whitney was curious about Mafia life, something Sean had never mentioned before.

While preparing a dinner for Whitney alone, Jonas was chatting happily with Whitney when Sean's call came.

"It's all done?"

"It's all done!"

"Did you call Tom?"

"Ah!" Jonas patted his forehead. After finishing the work, he was busy relaxing and thinking about it, and forgot about it.

"Fake, as soon as possible!" Sean scolded, "Where is your voice?"

"Haha, I'm inviting Whitney Houston to dinner, how about you, come over." Jonas laughed.

Grass, Sean rolled his eyes, but he didn't have that interest, "Okay, you can hurry up, I'll hang up, by the way, keep your mouth shut, you can **** things, but don't talk nonsense."

"Ok." Jonas agreed and hung up.

"Who?"

"Sean." Jonas replied casually, "Wait, I'll make a call."

Saying that, she doesn't shy away from Whitney, it's all a matter of integrity.

"Mr. Tom, I'm Jonas, yes, I'm sad and angry about what happened in Los Angeles. As a black man, I feel that I should do something for my fellow black people and for Los Angeles."

"Yes, I'm going to give a sum of money, but it's not just a donation."

"I am going to call on more black people to take to the streets to clean up garbage, clean up waste areas, and rescue supplies. Black people need to rebuild their own strength for Los Angeles. For this reason, I would like to buy some daily necessities to distribute. This is not Hire, it's a reward."

Well, this is what Sean taught him. The purpose is to learn from Frank Lucas, to regularly distribute some materials to black people, to become a black civil leader, a philanthropist, and to improve his social status.

Whitney listened, with a look of surprise in her eyes. She didn't expect Jonas to have such a side.

The image in his eyes suddenly grew taller.

When you grow taller, many things happen.

The water arrives, the water comes...

…

Jonas has something to do to win people over, and Sean has something to do.

Go see the officers injured in previous gang fires and bombings.

Yes, the middle and high level of the police know that Sean planned it.

After all, Cyril just rejected Sean in the front, and the Irish Mafia was wiped out later.

Free heart certificate.

But the problem is, Sean came with 'sincerity'!

If I had to add a number to this sincerity, it would be...

TV interview.

Sean has expressed his position in person, and New Century Media will naturally follow the pace of its own boss, and praise the Los Angeles police for a while, and praise is indispensable.

This is the support that the Los Angeles police need most at this moment. After all, the performance of the police in the riots in Los Angeles was too crotch, and it was criticized by everyone in the country.

Whether white or black, there is no scolding them.

The police are also under great pressure.

Urgent need of media help to restore a good image.

At least reduce the impact of previous events.

This is more valuable to the police as a whole than a few million, and it is more urgently needed.

Is it sincere enough! ?

When shaking hands with the LAPD Sheriff, Deputy Sheriff and others, this was all on Sean's face.

Sincere enough!

The sheriff doesn't care, the others can only recognize it by pinching their noses.

Who gave Sean the right to speak?

In exchange, even if the previous thing is revealed, this is just a py transaction.

Politics, the art of compromise.

One side charges, one side finishes, perfect!

…

"The investigation is clear." Armstrong found Sean with a bunch of information. "As expected, Bertram Bain did a little trick. He arranged for someone to set fire there."

"A small gang that has secretly helped Bertram Bain do a lot of things over the years."

"But the gang doesn't even know who they're working for. Bertram is very secretive."

…

When I saw a reader mentioning copyright, I was going to reply directly, but... I got 404 for commenting on my book...

7 days…

Say it here. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

When it comes to copyright, I'm quite honored. In theory, although Fireworks has the name of an American drama, it doesn't actually involve any American dramas.

The trading rights of our copyrights are all in the hands of the starting point, that is, the China Literature Group.

In addition, it is almost impossible for me to be adapted as a black style. Of course, it is not impossible to adapt it as a crime film...

In terms of designing criminal methods,

Cough cough... As the saying goes, the ruler is shorter, and the inch is longer.

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