America’s Big Hero

Naturally, it is impossible for Sean to send someone to kill someone as simply and rudely as Jonas.

Although everyone is indeed a mafia, a gang, and an organization that advocates violence, that kind of brutal killing tricks will also attract fierce counterattacks.

Not only from the Dimio crime group, but also from all the mafia forces in the United States.

No one wants to come into contact with a group of mad dogs who only know how to kill. That is to make trouble for themselves.

The next day, Sean found old Mike again, "You know the Dimio Group in New Jersey."

Old Mike took a deep look at Sean, thought about it, and finally couldn't help but say, "Don't you still want to overthrow Dimio?"

"Why not?"

Old Mike pursed his lips for a while, not knowing what to say. He always felt that his employer was too dangerous, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple, you've been in the police system for so many years, you won't have no contact with the police in other cities, right?" Sean patted Old Mike on the shoulder with a smile, "Help me collect information about Dimi through the police channel. Austria's information."

"All, branches in various cities, in the police's network, criminal records, wanted members, suspected criminal cases, etc., I want it!"

"Shit, why don't you go to Foboule, they should have them there!" Old Mike cursed.

"No, no, there may not be such a complete range in Foboule. They don't have that many detectives, and they may not pay attention to the affairs of the lower-level police officers. It is not a system, and they can't control it." Sean said with a smile. .

Old Mike tilted his head and gasped for a long time, and then he reached out and said rudely, "Give me one hundred thousand."

"OK, trivial." Anyway, it's all black money, so I can save it from washing. Sean doesn't feel bad about it, so it's just an investment.

After sending old Mike away, Sean took the veterinarian out of the house in the middle of the night.

"Ohmygod, why do you have to come to such a ghost place in the middle of the night every time." Sitting in Sean's car, the veterinarian held his glasses and couldn't help but complained, "Why can't we change the time and place, here..."

Looking at the darkness outside the car window and listening to the sound of the river water, the veterinarian felt very uneasy and could only use words to relieve the pressure on his heart.

"Help me collect some information through your secret channel." Sean said straight to the point.

"About what?" The veterinarian rubbed his hands. "The price of intelligence is confusing. Different people, different things, prices, um, are more confusing."

"Dimio Group, what did they find someone to do..."

"No, no, no, this is not good." The veterinarian shook his head quickly, "They won't sell the employer's information. It's not a matter of reputation. Once this kind of thing is leaked, people will come to the door, and people will die!"

"No, of course it's not a matter of reputation, it's a matter of money!" Sean grinned disdainfully, reached out and took the backpack beside him and threw it on the veterinarian.

The veterinarian looked at Sean and immediately thought of what was in the backpack. He swallowed uncontrollably, opened the backpack and looked at it, his eyes suddenly straightened.

A bag full of money, veterinarians have never seen so much money, well, Americans are not in the habit of saving money, they are all people who have never seen money.

"Look, I'm not short of lines. As long as people have money, they can live well wherever they go, don't they?" Sean's voice was like a devil's language, breaking through the veterinarian's defense a little bit, but the veterinarian didn't think that Others will be higher than their bottom line.

"You can tell the people on your line that if anyone can provide particularly lethal information, then he will get a lot of money, a lot of money!" With that, Sean grabbed the backpack and mentioned... …no move.

Sean looked at the veterinarian, and the veterinarian was clutching the backpack with reluctance in his eyes.

Sean once again mentioned that the veterinarian still won't let go. If he didn't love money, he wouldn't be in the 'broker' business.

"If you want, you can give it to you." Sean smiled and let go: "There is 300,000 dollars here, do you want it? Join my intelligence team and fully contribute to your line. I can make this money. Give it to you, don't need much, give me ten years!"

Sean is still very envious of this information line in the hands of the veterinarian.

In the United States, the professions that know the most secrets are doctors, lawyers, and accountants. Because of a lot of information, you can hide your relatives, but you can never hide a doctor.

"Impossible, that's too much!" The veterinarian shook his head vigorously.

Sean's eyes lit up, he really didn't expect the veterinarian to be moved, and immediately struck while the iron was hot, "Five years!"

"This..." The veterinarian was struggling.

"Three years!" Sean lowered the standard again. As long as the veterinarian is in his team, he will not be able to quit if he wants to.

"Huhuhu..." The veterinarian gasped heavily. It wasn't because I was weak-willed, it was because the other party gave too much!

After a while, the veterinarian gritted his teeth fiercely, "The deal is three years!"

At this moment, as smart and careful as a veterinarian, the brain also shut down, and he didn't think about whether he still had a chance to quit.

Sean laughed loudly and patted the veterinarian on the shoulder, "You won't regret this decision. Tomorrow I will let the person in charge of intelligence contact you. Go ahead, take your money, and wish you a good dream."

"Definitely, definitely will~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Hahaha." The veterinarian laughed and pushed the door to get out of the car.

The veterinarian had one line, and the old Mike had one line. Sean himself instructed Armstrong, who was in charge of intelligence, to carefully investigate the matter about the Dimio criminal group.

"Boss, I need manpower, and now I don't have any professional intelligence personnel at all. Intelligence collection sounds simple, but it is actually very complicated. Professionals are needed to collect, organize, and analyze, otherwise it is likely to miss those hidden keys. Information." Armstrong had a wry smile on his face.

"How many people do you want?" New Jersey can't hold two tigers, and Sean is willing to pay for it.

"At least a standard 8-person intelligence team."

"You are more familiar with intelligence talents, you can find them, and I will give you the money." Sean agreed immediately, "But you should understand that everything in our security company is based on the military system. If someone is not loyal enough... "

"Boss, don't worry, everyone knows the rules." Armstrong nodded heavily.

Watching Armstrong go out, picking up the cigarette on the table and lighting it, holding it in his hand and not smoking, watching the cigarette burn slowly, the gray-white soot slowly grows longer.

The Dimio Group is not the type of Salamanga, it can be destroyed at will.

It has been entrenched in New Jersey for more than 50 years, developed for three generations, and split dozens of small families out.

If New Jersey is a peerless beauty, then Dimio Group is his husband, legal and compliant, and recognized by everyone.

And Sean is a sturdy little white face. Apart from being young, handsome, and capable, he really doesn't have any advantages...

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