American TV series

Many people in the political and business circles have mixed feelings about Akomo's death and the collapse of the DiMeo criminal group.

After all, DiMio has built a relationship over decades, and the hidden income is complex and numerous. Now that DiMio is gone, all these incomes will disappear.

Dimio has its own, fairly complete money-handling system, and has undertaken a large number of scattered money-handling businesses, leaving many people with nowhere to go for their money.

But, at the same time, Dimeo was destroyed, almost all the high-level officials died, and many criminal evidence left over the years disappeared.

This is also a great thing for many people.

I don’t know how many people celebrated in the middle of the night and had a good sleep peacefully.

Now, all the eyes of the political and business circles are quietly focused on 'Jonas', the man who is about to become the underground emperor of New Jersey.

I don't have enough status and I don't know Sean at all.

How will he fill the void left by DiMeo?

Do you have the ability to swallow them all, or will new challengers appear?

Just a gap in the drug market represents countless knife games, and someone must want to come in and make a fortune.

Definitely.

As for other messy industries, not too many people want to get involved.

Sean was so busy that he almost took off.

Sean is ready to let Jonas take charge of the gang affairs. Sean's principle is to handle it according to the "Newark model".

Newark model: Gangs in any city need to be calculated in proportion to the population. On average, there is one gang for every 20,000 people. Gangs must be governed by gangs to strengthen their control over the local area.

It is difficult to control a dominant family, and with the increase of small gangs, it is even more necessary for the 'Jonas Family' to act as a leader to mediate.

And when necessary, you can use it as a scapegoat, just like replacing a component, simple and fast.

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Trenton…

In the outskirts of the manor that once belonged to Akomo, a car drove in. A man with combed back hair and a gold chain got out of the car, followed by two strong men with fierce faces.

"You can go in by yourself, they are waiting outside." Jonas pointed at the other person and said.

"Hi, Jonas, this is my man, I..."

"Farke, shut up." Jonas interrupted the other party rudely, "Either go in by yourself, or get out now!"

"Shit, do you think that bringing two more people will make you qualified to negotiate with me, or do you think there is nothing you can do?"

Before he finished speaking, several red light spots appeared on Da Beitou's head.

The person next to him subconsciously hid behind the boss and lightly poked him, "Boss, yes, there is a gun aimed at you."

Da Beitou immediately felt a chill from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head. He forced a stiff smile on his face, raised his hand and said: "Okay, okay, relax, man, I understand, I don't have any other feelings."

the meaning of."

Jonas said nothing and waved his hand expressionlessly. He turned his head and found that his younger brother was hiding behind him. He opened his mouth in anger and walked into the manor villa with curses in his mouth.

The two boys retreated to the car and stood there in embarrassment.

This time, Sean invited a total of 15 people with status in Trenton to come here. This scene was seen by everyone. The people behind did not dare to say anything. They all followed the request and left the people who brought them here, and walked into the villa on their own.

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"Okay, no more waiting, it's time to start. Those who are late will automatically forfeit." In the villa hall, Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch. Jonas walked in and closed the door.

"Dimio is finished, but the gang can't live without..." Sean didn't finish his sentence, the door was pushed open, and someone walked in with a twist of the door, waving his arms and said: "Sorry, I

coming."

Sean looked at the other party with a cold face, "You are late. A person can't even follow the most basic and simple time. It's hard for me to believe that he can still follow any rules."

"Sorry, there's a bit of a traffic jam." The visitor said casually, shaking his head.

"Really?" Sean grinned, "That's really uncomfortable, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, that's what big cities are like," the visitor said, giving a thumbs up.

"I will help you. How about I take you to a place where there will never be traffic jams?" Sean's smile became warmer.

"Ah, where?" The visitor was stunned.

"hell!"

Before Sean finished speaking, Jonas, who was standing next to him, raised his hand and pulled out his gun. He fired several shots with "bang", "bang" and "bang", killing the person on the spot!

Everyone in the hall was dumbfounded. They all stood up and looked at Sean warily.

Everyone really didn't expect that Sean would directly kill the other person just because he was late.

Sean's eyes swept across everyone's faces, and he raised his hand as if he didn't notice any change in the atmosphere and said: "What are you doing standing up? You're too polite. Sit down, sit down and talk."

"This guy brought someone here, just clean it up." Sean raised his hand and gestured to Jonas.

Jonas took out the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words, and then heard two gunshots outside. He knew it was a rifle.

The two people outside were headshot on the spot!

The corpse was left at the gate, with blood still gushing out, and the ground was a large area of ​​bright red.

Sean coughed lightly and continued what he had just said: "Gangs can't be eliminated. Those drug addicts are still there, and those black people who steal and buy for zero dollars also need to be managed. Many things are an indispensable part of the entire society.

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"But I think there needs to be some changes in the way management is done."

"The urban area of ​​Trenton has a population of about 80,000, and the larger urban area has a population of 300,000."

"Every 20,000 to 30,000 people are assigned to an area, and the businesses in this area belong to the same gang. There needs to be a person in charge. After the assignment is completed, each other is prohibited from boasting about regional operations to minimize unnecessary disputes."

"Now, let's talk about the areas you are divided into."

"Wait, wait!" Someone stood up with a dissatisfied look on his face, "My current territory is bigger than what you said, Sean. It has always been mine, do I still need to share it with others?"

"Yes." Sean nodded, "You don't agree?"

"Of course, of course I don't agree. The territory is mine. When Akomo was in power, it has always been mine!" the man said loudly, waving his arms.

"Oh, that's it. I have an owner. It's such a pity. What should I do?" Sean nodded, his face full of regret.

Jonas pulled out his gun again, and without saying a word, "bang", "bang", and "bang" fired another round of bullets.

The man's eyes widened, looking at the bloody holes in his body, and he staggered a few times and fell to the ground.

Many people around him were spattered with blood but did not dare to move. They all stared blankly at Sean who immediately killed someone at the slightest disagreement.

"Okay, now there is no owner of that place and it can be allocated." Sean clapped his hands, "Now, who is in favor and who is against?"