MTL - America’s Big Hero-Chapter 22 : I'm waiting in hell

The Salamanga family is the largest mafia force in the whole of Newark and even the surrounding area. They control all the poison markets in several surrounding cities. Those gangs all need to get goods from them.

The power that Salamanga can unleash when she wants to inquire about any news is very terrifying, and there is almost no news that can hide from them.

However, what surprised Hector Salamanga this time was that the guys who took the wine from Sean didn't even know the specific news about Sean.

I don't know which gang he belongs to, and I don't know where he comes from. Sean informs them every time they make a transaction. The place of the transaction is different every time. It's a freight van, which pays money, pulls goods, and leaves.

"A bunch of rubbish, you don't know where it came from, you buy his stuff." Hector Salamanga pointed at the bosses of several gangs and cursed loudly. No one dared to speak, and all of them lowered their heads.

The power of Salamanga is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and everyone who provoked them died. The most recent one was Daniel the 'Truck' more than a month ago, who was beaten into a sieve in the street.

"Wait for that guy to contact you again, call me immediately, and get out of here." Hector Salamanga waved his hands to drive away, and everyone hurriedly left in despair.

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Sean doesn't know anything about being targeted by people from Salamanga. After all, the time is too short. Although he has deterred the small gangs, he has not yet established any foundation in the local area. It's just the icing on the cake, and it's completely incomparable with Salamanga, which controls the poisonous channel in the surrounding area.

"With the success of Newark, it will be much easier to promote the neighboring Jersey City." Sean sat on the large sofa and said to his servants: "Jonas, you will go to the Jersey City market this time, from In terms of skin color, you are all old blacks, and all old blacks in the world are brothers."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Smile, I'll be the boss from now on, you are all the little brothers who follow me." Jonas laughed and scolded, and everyone followed suit, calling him the boss one after another.

Regarding Sean's arrangement of Jonas to be in charge, everyone is not jealous. The smuggled wine market is huge, and the surrounding area is planned. Sooner or later, everyone will be responsible for a continent.

At least, Sean now thinks so too.

The expansion of Jersey City is not difficult. With the successful experience of Newark next door, Jonas can easily reach an agreement with most of the gangsters in Jersey City, and agree on the transaction time.

Just after the transaction time was reached here, Hector Salamanga received the news on the other side.

"Little mouse, I finally let me catch your tail. I want to see which sewer you got out of." Hector's dry face was full of hideous expressions.

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In the early morning of October 2, 1984, North Jersey City.

Jonas stood by the car with a cigarette in his hand but didn't smoke. He raised his watch and frowned, and said to himself, "The time has passed, why hasn't anyone come to trade?"

"There won't be any problems, right?" A new comrade-in-arms said worriedly beside him.

Jonas shook his head, didn't say anything, was thinking about whether to withdraw first, and ask about the situation tomorrow, when he saw a series of lights in the distance lit up, heading here.

"What happened, so many cars come together?" Jonas was relieved at first, and then his brows wrinkled again.

"How to do?"

"Wait and see what these Jersey City guys do, I really don't believe they dare to be rough."

"If you really do, do you want to fight back?"

"No, the boss said, if you dare to rob, then give it to them, and then we will mobilize people to collect money one by one!" Jonas grinned, his big white teeth flashing coldly.

After a short while, a series of dozens of cars approached, hula-la down, but no one stepped forward. They all stood beside the cars and looked at the car in front.

Jonas gasped, things seemed to be out of control!

I saw a bald head open the car door, a thin figure in a black coat got out of the car, and a few people followed behind this man, walking towards Jonas.

"Your name is Sean?" Hector's voice was a little hoarse, and he stared at Jonas like a vulture, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Sean is my eldest." Jonas' back was straight, "Who are you?"

"Heh." Hector didn't bother to answer Jonas, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Give you half an hour to contact that kid named Sean, if he doesn't come after half an hour, then let him go to the Hudson River. Go downstream and collect your corpse, if you can still find your corpse."

After all, Hector turned around and left, obviously not interested in talking to the dead man in his eyes.

Hecla left, but two people stayed to look at Jonas, "You two come out alone and call us."

Jonas glanced over there, his expression changed, and stepped forward, "Go, I'll go with you."

The two who remained were not interested in nonsense either. They took Jonas into the car and left, and found the nearest place with a phone for him to make a call.

Sean, who received Jonas' call, was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that something was wrong, UU reading www. uukanshu.com otherwise Jonas should be trading instead of calling himself at this time.

After listening to Jonas talk about the situation at that time, Sean took a deep breath. He was not surprised.

To open up the bootleg wine market is to grab food from other people's bowls, and the backlash will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so fast, and I didn't expect it to start in Jersey City.

"How many people does the other party have, and what is the firepower?" Sean asked the key question directly.

From the time he made up his mind to quickly accumulate wealth by means of fishing, he knew that fighting would be indispensable.

This is a fast road to fortune, and it is also a **** road.

"There are 16 cars in total, but I just saw a lot of gang bosses in Jersey City that I had seen before. The firepower is unknown." Jonas was also stubborn, completely disregarding the person standing behind him, and said directly.

"Ask them who they are."

Jonas turned to look at the two Latino bald heads, "Shawn asked which family you belong to?"

"The Salamanga House."

"Sean, did you hear me?" Jonas said into the phone.

"Jonas, I'm sorry, I was negligent this time." Sean didn't answer, but began to apologize: "These transactions are all safe, so I neglected safety considerations to get you into this situation."

"I don't blame you. You want me to be my own. It's because I didn't think about safety." Jonas obviously understood what Sean meant.

"If you two die, I will use the entire Jersey City gang to bury you both." Sean said coldly.

"Okay, then I'll wait in hell." Jonas grinned and laughed.

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