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It was broad daylight, and there were not many cars on this road. The gunfight just now had been seen by others. It was inconvenient for Sean to stay for a long time, so he returned immediately.

Before leaving, he ordered his men to block both sides of the road with guns. Although the news of the gun battle could not be concealed, the fewer people who saw it with their own eyes, the better.

This place is only a few kilometers away from the base. They sent people out as soon as they received the news. The speed must be much faster than the police.

When we arrived at the scene, we immediately cooperated with the bodyguards who were still here to collect the bodies.

Living mouths... Regardless of whether there are alive mouths or not, there are no living mouths.

Sean didn't need to ask for any information.

In New Jersey, only DiMeo has the ability to mobilize so many people.

In other words, Dimio is the only one with a motive.

What's more, most of the attackers are white, and a small number are of mixed race.

The attackers were in three vehicles, with a total of 10 people. The bodies were all taken back to the base in a van. As soon as they left, the police car arrived, and the cooperation was perfect.

Looking at the corpses, Sean looked very sad, and he couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the scene that just happened.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and shouted to Thomson to speed up, and Thomson didn't hesitate. Otherwise, he would have been hit in the side by the car that suddenly rushed up, and he would have been injured even if he didn't die.

And once he was hit and stopped in place, he might not have time to put down the seat and lie down, and he might be dead by now.

"What to do with the body?" Bill asked in a low voice.

"Take pictures first, let Armstrong identify them later, then burn them directly, collect the ashes and throw them into the river." Sean said with a cold face.

Not long after, Armstrong came to Sean with the photos and said, "We have identified three people who we have information on. They are from Akomo."

Sean gritted his teeth, he knew it!

"Bill, how are our people doing?"

"Three people were shot and injured. They were all flesh wounds. It's not a big problem." Bill said with a smile: "Thank you for thinking carefully. Adding a layer of bulletproof steel plate to the car door is very useful. I don't think it is any worse than those bulletproof cars."

Already."

"There is still a big gap." Sean shook his head. "People's glass is bulletproof and the chassis can withstand explosion attacks. We don't have this ability. The car shell is full of holes."

Bill was very satisfied, "But ours is cheap. The money we spend to buy one bulletproof vehicle is enough for us to modify twenty or thirty bulletproof vehicles. The most important thing is that it doesn't look bulletproof, so it can catch the opponent off guard."

"Stop talking about that, let the veterinarian come over to perform surgery on everyone, give them two months of paid leave, and double the bonus." Sean ordered and then continued to ask: "How many new people have been recruited recently?"

"Twelve of them, according to your instructions, were not registered with the security company."

"Okay, let them get ready." Sean gritted his molar teeth and looked at Armstrong, "Did Akomo find out that I was behind it?"

"That shouldn't be the case." Armstrong hesitated and replied, "I have been closely monitoring him recently. From the analysis of communications, it is impossible for him to find the problem. After all, we have done it very clean before."

"Then what do you say now?" Sean's face looked ugly. The intelligence team did not do its job well, and he was actually attacked.

"Intelligence shows that the other party has not found any problems. Moreover, most of the Apple family's forces are under surveillance and they have not mobilized large-scale forces to investigate us. This is for sure." For work issues, Armstrong must provide information for the intelligence.

Let’s differentiate between groups.

"In this case...it means that Akomo didn't know anything at all and just attacked me for no reason!" Sean squinted his eyes. The intelligence team definitely didn't dare to lie to him.

With that said, Sean slapped the table hard and stood up, "Fuck you, you son of a bitch Dimio, you bullied me too much. You think I, Sean, am easy to bully, so you want to fucking kill me for no reason."

Laozi!"

For no reason?

Bill and Armstrong were both stunned. That's not what you said just now...

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the office door, and Thomson poked his head in and said, "Director Wells is here. I'm at your house."

Sean said a few words and then got up and went back.

He never talked about anything less legal on the phone. This was his rule, so Wells came here after seeing the scene. It was very close anyway.

As soon as he entered the door, Wells walked over and looked him up and down, "Hey, are you okay?"

Wells breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he had a good relationship with Sean. We all shared interests. If something happened to Sean, no one would support his dream of becoming mayor.

"Why did it cause such a big incident? The scene was made like a battlefield. Where are the corpses? How many people died? This news will definitely be reported in the newspaper tomorrow. How will I explain it then!" Wells waved his arms, his tone very dissatisfied.

"How the hell do I know? I am a legitimate businessman who pays taxes, and now someone is attacking me, OK!" Sean pointed at Wells' nose and shouted back.

"Ha, okay, you are a legitimate and serious businessman." Wells sneered, "So, who did you provoke, and the other party was so cruel? Where are the other people? They are all dead? Where are the bodies?"

"Fart, let me emphasize again that I am a serious businessman." Anyway, Sean was very determined in his heart.

How can what happened to an American businessman be called a crime?

"Ten of Dimeo's people are dead, and their bodies were burned. Why, you want them."

"Clean it up." Wells curled his lips, "Then, how did you provoke them? Aren't they still fighting among themselves?"

"I've been busy with serious business lately." Sean sat on the sofa and frowned and said, "I guess Akomo wants to pass on the conflict."

"If there are internal conflicts, then find a foreign enemy to fight. Isn't this an American tradition? If Akomo really succeeds, haha, then Dimio will be able to make a big move."

"It's... that's possible." Wells smacked his lips and looked up at Sean, "Then what are you going to do?"

"I am a legal businessman, what can I do? Of course I choose to believe the police." A sneer appeared on Sean's lips.

Wells spread his hands and looked at Sean with a troubled expression, "No, do you always lie to yourself like this?"

Sean rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He had plans and it was impossible to tell this guy.

"I can tell you, there have been a series of mass shootings in the state recently, and everyone is paying attention."

"Go to hell, 110,000 people were killed in shootings in the United States last year, and there were more than 1,300 large-scale shootings. Listen clearly, they are large-scale shootings, with an average of 3.5 happening every day. This is bullshit news." Sean sneered.

"Comparatively speaking, any day that doesn't have a mass shooting is news."

"Okay." Wells shrugged, "Be careful, I don't want you to go to jail for murder."

With that said, Wells stood up and said, "Don't make a big fuss in Newark."

"Don't worry about that, by the way." Sean called to Wells, "I'm going to build a safe zone in Newark in a while."

"Safe zone? What safe zone?"

"Well, we'll talk about it later, not now anyway." Sean waved his hand, "Go slowly, I won't send you off."

Wells said nothing, waved his hand and walked out.

According to the police report, the shooting on the highway had nothing to do with Sean, but was just a fight between two gangs.

This kind of thing happens every day, and as long as it doesn't involve influential people, no one will pay attention.

It's just daily life, and it only exists in the corner of newspapers.