MTL - America’s Big Hero-Chapter 1 : Sean Rockefeller

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Huntington's Pizza store on Jones Street, Newark, New Jersey, August 6, 1984.

There were only three diners in the store, a bald black man with a slightly fat body was burying his head in eating steak, and the other two were sitting at the door, flipping through the newspapers in their hands.

The back door of the kitchen was pulled open from the outside, and a handsome white guy with a tall, tall nose and deep eyes rushed into the back kitchen and hugged him heavily under the astonished eyes of the boss and chef.

"Sean, what are you doing?" The fat boss asked with a frown after breaking free.

The man called Sean shouted excitedly: "Tell you the good news, I'm here to resign with you!"

"Damn, you're crazy, say it again." The fat boss's face stinks instantly.

"I'm not doing it anymore, hahaha, I just received a call, my dead ghost dad I haven't met died, and I inherited a huge inheritance!" Sean flushed with excitement and threw his fists heavily. .

At this moment, there was a rapid braking sound, and the silver-white Buick stopped in front of the Pizza store.

The car door opened, and two bald-headed twin brothers, one on the left and one on the right, dressed in silver-gray suits with neatly trimmed beards, got out of the car.

"Boss, it's the Salamanga family!" The two sitting at the door put down the newspaper and looked out.

Fatty Hei didn't seem to hear anything, and he still lowered his head and ate steak with a sense of taste. He had the aura that Mount Tai had collapsed in front of him without being chaotic.

Without any nonsense, he pulled out two submachine guns from his arms with a bald head in the silver-gray suit.

"Da Da Da" "Da Da Da" the metal storm raged.

The two bodyguards were beaten into sieves before they could react. Just now, the fat black man with a calm look on his face turned around and was about to run. As soon as he stood up, he was knocked to the ground by the bullet.

A shuttle of bullets emptied, the bald head threw the submachine gun back into the car, pulled out the pistol again with his waist, aimed at the wriggling black fat man frantically pulled the trigger, until the sound of empty gunshots came, the two glanced blankly, Throw the pistol into the car again.

Get out of the car, kill people, get in the car, and leave. After 30 seconds, only the pizza shop that was ravaged by the metal storm like a waste area and five corpses lying in a pool of blood were left.

Sean was lying on the ground, his eyes were wide, his five fingers were digging on the ground, his face was full of fear, despair, and unwillingness. I haven't inherited a large inheritance yet, and I haven't had time to enjoy life.

Inside the dead pizza shop, Sean's body suddenly twitched, and the bones and flesh on the back of his head began to slowly wriggle. A metal bullet that had been shot in most of the time was slowly squeezed out, and it fell to the ground with a 'ding', breaking the scene. dead silence.

"Ah!" With a painful moan, Wang Zhen covered the back of his head and sat up from the ground.

Who said that being shot through the brain will be painless?

He exhaled lightly, brought his hand from the back of his head to his eyes, and blood dripped from his palm onto his body.

He glanced at the messy storefront, and grabbed the bullet beside him with his blood-filled palm.

I was shot in the head again... well.

The blood on his hands proves that all this is true. Although he is not a good person, but...

A burst of dizziness came, his head hurt so badly, there was a double image in front of him, his brain seemed to be thrown into a wall breaker, his thoughts were in chaos, Wang Zhen covered his head and screamed again.

The brain is like a messed up tofu brain, completely unable to think normally. There is only one thought. The police will arrive at the scene of the homicide and must leave here immediately.

My head hurts and my mind is confused. I only vaguely remember that there is a back door here. After staggering a few steps, I gradually stabilized. The moment I opened the back door, I recalled the words I heard before I died, 'Seramanga's house'!

No matter who it is, I remember you, Wang Zhen's palms slammed together, holding the bullet tightly.

He walked to the back street, raised his hand to cover his dazzling eyes, and walked in one direction with his head dizzy. He instinctively remembered that he had his own residence here.

Sean just walked down the street covered in blood, and got home in a stupor. .

The loud police car sounded, and the pizza shop was quickly surrounded by the police. The police held guns, their faces were nervous, their steps were brisk, and the gangsters ran away early, just pretending.

"Okay, it looks like the gangsters have run away." Putting the pistol back and scanning the scene, a young man looked at the mess and said in surprise, "Is this a **** war, how many shots were fired? ?!"

"There is one more person." Another older policeman said from the place where Sean lay just now.

"Old Mike, are you sure."

"Look here." The white man called Mike walked to the back door, pointed to the blood on the doorknob, and said, "The man opened the door and walked away from here."

"Okay, I'll go to the nearby store and ask the residents." He turned around and walked out.

Two hours later...

"Here," Mike Umenshot looked up at the house number and confirmed it again.

"Bang bang bang." Richie Roberts knocked on the door hard, "Is there anyone?"

"Bang bang bang..."

"Sean, I know you are at home. Open the door. We are the police. Please cooperate with the investigation of a murder case. If you don't open the door, I will break in!"

In the room, Sean's eyelids moved and slowly opened, his eyes were out of focus, apparently not fully awake yet.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Richie Roberts took a few steps back, then dashed forward and slammed into the door.

After a few clicks, the overwhelmed door was knocked open with a bang. Mike rushed in with a pistol in hand, and saw Sean, covered in blood, slowly getting up from the ground.

"Don't move, police!"

Turning over and sitting on the ground, Sean looked up at the black muzzle pointing to his head, then looked at the police badges on the two of them, and said calmly, "I see, then, the two police officers. What's wrong with breaking into my house?"

It took almost two hours to find out the address from the neighbors of the pizza shop, and then came to the door. Now Sean is much better.

Old Mike looked at each other, obviously surprised that Sean was so calm, "Two hours ago, Jones Street, Huntington Pizza, do you still need me to remind you?"

"Well, although I can directly tell you that I was in the kitchen when the attack happened, and I don't know who shot, I am the victim, not the criminal, but..." Sean shrugged and got up from the ground, After looking down at the **** clothes and palms, he raised his head and said, "Wait for me, I'm going to take a shower, it's really uncomfortable."

"Also, call an ambulance for me, or take me to the hospital first." Sean stretched out his hand and pointed at the back of his head: "There is a big hole here, although the blood has coagulated, it still needs debridement and debridement. suture."

Are you teaching me to do things?

Richie Roberts moved the gun pointed at Sean. You really know your identity, you are a criminal suspect, and I am the policeman!

It's never your turn to tell me!

"Don't move, I advise you to stay still." Richie Roberts, whose authority was provoked, said with a cold face: "You escape from the crime scene, and you'd better be honest until there is no evidence to prove that you are not a criminal. "

Sean frowned and looked at Richie Roberts up and down. He took a deep breath and said, "If you can find this place, you must already know that I'm an employee of a pizza restaurant."

"Why can't the employee be one of the murderers?"

"Whether I can prove my guilt is your problem. Before I can prove that I am a criminal, then I am innocent. I am a legal citizen, a taxpayer, and there is no doubt about the crime. It is the civilization and progress of modern criminal justice. It is the basic guarantee of human rights, I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself, I can sue you for human rights violations and abuse." Sean stared at the other party's eyes without hesitation. As a criminal, the first thing is to understand how to deal with the police. deal with.

I am a white man, and the other party did not dare to shoot without sufficient reason.

And this is America where the air is full of freedom, police?

what!

Richie Roberts was stunned by what he said. He also noticed the problem, but he was very embarrassed. "I don't think a pizza restaurant waiter knows any laws."

"Ha, you have one more charge now, you are discriminating against service industry personnel, you are a police officer, you represent the police system, you mean that the entire Newark police system discriminates against service industry practitioners UU reading www.uukanshu.com" A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Sean's mouth, and Richie Roberts was even more angry when he saw it.

As a mature gangster who has gone through countless trials and tribulations, isn't this a basic quality?

If this is a loss in bickering, Sean feels that he is sorry for the party-state, the people, and the sick gym teacher.

"You, you fart!" Richie Roberts blushed, it was impossible to shoot, it's just... it's hard to ride a tiger.

"Okay, young man, aren't you going to take a bath?" Old Mike didn't want to talk at all. He was going to retire in a few days. He didn't really want to care about such a thing.

He looked up at Old Mike, who had spoken for the first time since entering the door. He was calm and quiet, without the aggressive smell of Richie Roberts next to him. Sean grinned, "I don't know the police officer's name yet."

"Just call me old Mike."

"Old Mike, okay, thank you."

After all, stop looking at Richie Roberts and start **** on his own.

New York State, Westchester County.

In the upper reaches of the Hudson River, an hour's drive from Manhattan Island in New York, there is a world-famous manor, covering an area of ​​4,000 acres and 16 million square meters, equivalent to five Yuanmingyuan Gardens.

Its owner's name is the Rockefeller family.

"Are you ready for tomorrow's funeral?" A middle-aged lady in a white dress asked the old housekeeper in front of her.

"It's all ready, ma'am." The very neatly trimmed butler bowed slightly in an English style.

"Has the illegitimate child been notified?"

"Notified."