MTL - America’s Big Hero-Chapter 34

"This thousand is your salary tonight, are you still satisfied?" Sean climbed to the side of the crane cab, took out $1,000 and stuffed it into the young man's hands with a smile.

Holding a roll of money, the young man immediately laughed, "Very satisfied, sir."

"Where are you tonight?"

"I slept at home, sir, I slept soundly and didn't know anything."

"Very good, how did the lock in your house break?"

"The lock was broken and I couldn't open it, so I was very angry and shot the lock."

"Young man, your brain is very flexible, I'm very optimistic about you!" Sean gave a thumbs up, "Dongchang needs someone like you!"

"Uh...hehe, hehe." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, thinking about the **** carriage, forget it.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, everyone has their own specialties, and of course I won't put you where you shouldn't go." Sean smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Okay, that's in the future. things, now talk about something else."

Saying that, he took out another 1,000 and handed it over, "This is for your boss, the cost of renting a car."

"This is for that security guard." This time it was $500.

"You won't embezzle, will you?" Sean asked with a smile.

"No, of course not!"

"That's good, goodbye, I wish you a good night." After that, Sean jumped out of the car, and the group dispersed into the car and disappeared into the night.

The young man also drove the crane back to the way he came.

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After the climax, there is always a period of silence. After the firefight last night, Sean chose to be quiet for a while.

Except for dropping a paper bag next to Chief Wells' car early in the morning on October 12.

However, someone helped pass a message again. Someone wanted to meet Sean. This time, we won't talk about Salamanga, there is no more Salamanga, and only talk about Newark.

That night, Sean rented a yacht and met someone who wanted to talk to him at the Jersey City marina.

The visitor was a black man, wearing a blue shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes, with slightly curly hair, a slightly high hairline, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a straight waist, and a decent, formulaic smile on his face.

Bill went up to search him, and a group of people behind him rushed up to stop the black man with a fierce look.

Bill turned to look at Sean.

Sean stood on the yacht, staring at the smiling person on the trestle.

After a long while, Sean pointed to the person and said, "I don't like you."

"You stand too straight, which shows that you are an extremely confident person in your heart, and self-confidence can handle everything."

"Wearing gold-rimmed glasses shows that you claim to be full of wisdom and can deal with any situation, anyone."

"Shirt, trousers, leather shoes, it shows that you are very disciplined and have a strong desire to control, and you don't like anything beyond your control."

"Others will think that your smile is kind and non-aggressive, but I am just the opposite. Your smile means that you do not treat your inferiors or anyone's subordinates. You have a backside in your head!"

Every time Sean said a word, the person's eyes became sharper, and the other people at the scene looked at each other in dismay.

The people who came here had to admit that what Sean said was right, which was amazing, and gave them a new view of this newcomer who suddenly rose up and wiped out Salamanga in one fell swoop.

Not only is the means ruthless, the force is powerful, and the mind is even more powerful!

'Papapapa' someone raised his hand and applauded, "Sean Rockefeller, I have to say, the destruction of Salamanca is not wrong, their fate is doomed, even if they didn't take the initiative to provoke you, They don't live long, and when you show up in Newark, it's destined to be your place."

"Introduce myself, my name is Gustavo Flynn, I'm from Mexico."

"Okay, come up." Sean waved, Bill stepped aside, Gustavo also waved his men to wait below, and boarded the yacht alone.

The yacht slowly drove towards the Statue of Liberty not far away. The two of them stood on the bow of the boat, blowing the sea breeze. It was Sean who spoke first, "What I just said, it's not really important."

"That's what matters." Gustavo looked at Sean with interest. He had been in the Pantoxin Group for so long, and he had seen many criminals. To be honest, he didn't even like him. The fledgling bootlegger was the first to impress him.

That is to say, he didn't know the saying, "Today's heroes, only the emperor and Cao Er", otherwise, he had to say it.

"I just don't like your aura, this kind of aura that becomes the focus as soon as you appear." Sean turned his head and looked straight at Gustavo, "The focus in the crowd should be me, and it can only be me. "

In other words, Gustavo was too pushy.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Gustavo shrugged insincerely.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

"I originally wanted to mediate your relationship with the Salamanga family, but now there is no need."

"I don't think you have the right to mediate, the people of Salamanga must die, you know, there was a bullet in the back of my head, which was shot by the Salamanga family, so, no matter what happened later, I will kill them, sooner or later."

Gustavo finally couldn't hold back his expression, UU reading www.uukanshu. The corners of com's mouth twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly, why the **** didn't he kill you with a single shot!

Deserving of Salamanga being destroyed, **** it, it's not easy to kill anyone.

"Then what about now?" Sean was no longer interested in talking about a group of dead people.

"I don't know if you're going to be poisonous." Gustavo got straight to the point. It's pointless to talk to someone like Sean.

Sean shook his head, "I don't value the profit of Poison."

Gustavo was surprised by Sean's statement that the profit of the poisonous beer is not worth it, and he does not think that the profit of smuggling wine will be higher.

This is a technical problem.

"Then this market is still ours?" Gustavo asked.

"You, or Eladio? Haha." Sean smiled playfully.

"Elladio, at least it's Eladio now." Now that Don Shaun has picked out something, he no longer hides it.

"It doesn't matter. First, don't cause me trouble. Second, I want a layer of dividends."

"Don't you despise the profit of Poison Duck?"

"I don't like it and whether I want it or not are two concepts." Sean snorted, "The site is mine, and maintenance requires costs. You only need to distribute it every time. I don't know that Salamanga smoked before. Proportionately, but, I call the shots on my site."

"Okay, I'll tell Eladio what you mean."

"You better get Eladio. This is America, not Mexico. I'm very timid."

Gustavo smiled and said nothing. Are you timid?

But he understood what it meant.

Under the Statue of Liberty, a drug convict and a smuggler make an easy deal.