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Boss, Tony asked someone to send a message and wanted to see you." Jonas looked at Sean and said.

"Meeting me? What for?" Sean was a little surprised, "How is he doing over there these days? I heard that the two sides have been fighting a lot."

"Tony's people raided Akomo's property several times and killed a few people, but there were no important people." Jonas curled his lips and said.

"What a waste!" Sean shook his head and said with some interest: "Just say I don't have time, go and talk to him and see what he wants to do."

Sean also felt that there was something wrong with these guys' brains. What the hell were they doing? They still thought that they were a nobody and they still wanted to talk to themselves. They didn't even think about whether their status was right or not.

Many people in the United States have brain problems. They can't always see the reality clearly, and they don't know who gave them the confidence.

The old money is like this, even the mafia families are like this.

These guys who can only live in New Jersey are still adhering to the so-called 'ancient tradition' and only accept Italians...

It's simply ridiculous that the Mafia is already 'ancient' after only a few years of development.

Sean has always scorned these guys.

…

"Why are you?" Tony looked behind Jonas, frowning and said, "Where's Sean?"

Upon hearing this, Jonas frowned. The other party only acted subconsciously, and he didn't feel anything. However, as the one who was ignored, Jonas looked good.

"Mr. Sean is a serious businessman and has nothing to do with these things." Jonas said stiffly.

Tony's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

Don't you know whether he is a serious businessman or not?

They all know the basics, but they still have to pretend!?

Seeing that Jonas was unmoved, Tony calmed down and said, "I need you to take action against the Apple family. In return, after the Apple family is destroyed, I can allow your smuggled wine to enter our property."

market."

Tony obviously came prepared. He knew what Sean needed and wanted to persuade Sean to help at the expense of this.

When Sean was able to kill all the Salamanca people because of smuggling alcohol, it showed that the other party cared about this thing.

Jonas was stunned, opened his mouth and almost agreed.

The reason why Sean stirred up ties with Dimeo's criminal group was, ultimately, for the sake of the 'boozer business'.

In the eyes of others, this may not be worth the gain. After all, there is not much profit margin in smuggling alcohol, which is far worse than that of drugs, but Jonas knows it.

These knock-offs cost almost nothing, and they make a damn profit from selling them!

Especially after Sean hired a blending master from Chinatown, the wine list became more complete and the taste was more similar. If he could capture the entire New Jersey with a population of 7 million, it would be great.

That’s faster than robbing money!

Fortunately, he still had some sense and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

Again, others don't know how much profit they can make from 'boozing', so agreeing to it so easily is a big problem in the eyes of interested people.

"That's not okay. It's an internal matter within Dimio. As outsiders, it's not convenient for us to get involved." Jonas said distressedly.

Tony tilted his head and looked at Tony, thought for a while and then said: "Gym, I know Sean has opened a lot of gyms. If you are willing to help, I guarantee that you can enter other cities smoothly."

"No need to say it." Jonas stood up directly, "We will not participate in your internal struggle."

"Mr. Tony, please go back, you are not welcome here."

"You!" The anger on Tony's face flashed away, "After Dimio reshuffles the cards, you will have no chance!"

"If you want to buy some arms, that's no problem. I can sell you a batch of goods. Your firepower..." Jonas sneered and shook his head and said, "Boss, times have changed."

"Your firepower is still stuck in the Chicago typewriter era 50 years ago. It is so backward that even Africans don't use it anymore."

"I have a batch of M16A2 military versions, M60 military versions, and even RPGs." Walking to Tony, Jonas leaned his head and whispered: "Don't say you can't make trouble, there will be trouble, and it will be difficult to solve.

That is a question that only the winner needs to consider. If you lose, what does it have to do with you if you make a big fuss?"

"Boom!" Jonas opened his arms and gestured, "There is no problem that one RPG can't solve. If there is, then two!"

After saying that, Jonas made a phone call gesture, "Think about it and give me a call."

On the way back, Tony didn't know why, but a figure of Jonas appeared with his arms outstretched...

There is a reason why the firepower of the Mafia over the years is still the same as it was 50 years ago. After the establishment of the 'Disciplinary Committee', Charlie Luciano stipulated the Mafia's code of conduct.

Everything is done in a low-key manner, so as not to attract the attention of the people above or attract attacks from state agencies. Therefore, large firepower is prohibited, and the "Disciplinary Committee" must mediate and judge any matters. Therefore, the most powerful firepower during a firefight is submachine guns.

But now, the control of the Disciplinary Committee has obviously weakened, and, as Jonas said, it will not end well after a big incident, which is a problem that the winner needs to consider...

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"Akomo, your people are too careless."

"That was someone deliberately targeting me. I have said before that I did not do those things, but you all don't believe it. There is a mastermind behind the scenes who is framing me!" Akomo sneered: "Now you see, that guy finally showed up.

It’s wrong.”

"Maybe what you said is right, but the Soprano family won't believe it, and others... don't want to believe it either."

"Hmph, do me a favor and investigate carefully."

"To be honest, this is difficult. We still don't know how the other party controlled the two tires to explode at that position at the same time, causing the vehicle to roll over."

A word of rubbish came to his lips, but Akomo did not curse it after all. Taking a deep breath, Akomo changed the subject and said: "I still need your help with that batch of things, you know, those drug addicts' goods"

It cannot be broken.”

"Yeah, the same old rules."

"Okay." After saying that, Akomo hung up the phone.

…

In a commercial car parked not far outside the police station, two people looked at each other and said, "I fucking knew it."

"What's so strange about this? We used coffins to help them transport goods before. Let me report this to the superiors."

"Well, let's see what it means."

After receiving the news, Armstrong said with a smile on his face: "Wait, I will send people to support you. This is a big fish. We must take pictures of their transactions. The size of this month's bonus depends on our director.

Yes, hahahaha."

After hanging up the phone, Armstrong excitedly picked up his coat and walked out. He wanted to go to Trenton in person to arrange tracking and shooting.