American TV series

No one spoke in the car, and the windows were all open, which finally diluted some of the smell of urine.

Of course, it may be that you smell it too much and can’t feel it anymore.

After all, if you live in Bao City for a long time, you won’t smell its stench.

Suddenly the car stopped on the side of the road, and the bald man pushed Harvey, "Get out of the car."

Harvey finally recovered a little now. Although his whole body was still weak, he finally gained some strength.

After getting out of the car, Harvey looked up and saw the West Hollywood Police Department in front of him.

(West Hollywood is a small city in Los Angeles)

What are you doing here?

Harvey was in a daze. He had been too frightened just now, and now he couldn't think straight.

"Let's go, I'll turn myself in and you go report the crime." Baldhead pushed Harvey again angrily.

"Surrender yourself? Report the crime?" Harvey didn't know why.

"I threatened you. If you report the crime, if I turn myself in, I will go to jail. Don't you understand?" The bald man sneered and moved his face closer to Harvey. "I will bear the responsibility for this time. You can file a lawsuit with a lawyer. I

It does not matter."

"But next time..." The bald man's big mouth was cracked, and his big white teeth were shining, "Next time, if you surrender, you will be guilty of murder."

"Don't worry, the law will give you a fair punishment!"

The word "homicide" sounded in Harvey's ears, and he trembled again with fright.

Before he could reply, Baldhead pulled Harvey towards the police station.

Walking behind him, Harvey didn't say anything, but his eyes kept flickering.

The bald man really did what he said. He went in and directly admitted that he had just intimidated Harvey and threatened to kill him. He recounted the process from beginning to end without any intention of hiding anything.

In fact, the police recognized Harvey as soon as he came in. After all, his female companion in red had already reported the crime.

After the bald man finished speaking and the police were about to question Harvey, Harvey suddenly said: "I won't report the crime."

"Huh?" Everyone looked at Harvey blankly.

"Mr. Harvey, what are you talking about?" Harvey's lawyer quickly pulled Harvey away and looked at him with a puzzled face.

The two walked aside, and the lawyer couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Harvey, is the other party threatening you? You said, we can sue them."

"How are you going to sue? Now the guy has directly admitted everything." Harvey asked expressionlessly.

"Three years, I can sentence him to three years," the lawyer said confidently.

"Then, that guy is not the mastermind at all. We all know this. He is just out to do things." Harvey sneered, "Do you think he is afraid of going to jail?"

"Well, I'm not afraid!" Although lawyers like to tell lies with open eyes, that's only when someone pays them.

"Can you send the mastermind to jail?" Harvey continued.

"Well, unless this guy bites."

"Will he speak?"

"No." The lawyer said with some embarrassment.

"So, what's the use? The next time you turn yourself in, you'll be guilty of murder!" Harvey growled in a low voice with a ferocious look on his face.

"This..." The lawyer looked at Harvey helplessly.

This kind of rough work of using knives and guns is not something that our lawyers can handle.

When faced with people who are afraid of the law, lawyers are the ‘masters’!

But God cannot help those who are fearless, let alone lawyers.

The two reached an agreement. Harvey just wanted to leave the police station quickly. He had to change his pants!

When the bald man heard that Harvey had withdrawn the lawsuit, his face was full of surprise. He was ready to go to jail.

Anyway, the salary is a lot and there are subsidies, and he is just going to jail. He is not a weakling, so he doesn't have to worry about being bullied or anything like that.

If the boss is rich, there is no difference between prison and the outside. There are cigarettes and alcohol.

It’s not fake wine!

"Hey, fat man, are you fucking sick?" the bald man scolded.

"Tell him that I will try my best to deal with him. Just this once, don't come to me in the future." Harvey gritted his teeth and said with a cold face.

"Mr. Harvey, if someone threatens you, you can report the crime." Behind him, the policeman asked loudly.

"It's not necessary." Harvey waved his hands angrily, saying that he paid so much tax every year in vain.

The mastermind is there. At the critical moment, these guys can't be counted on.

Afterward, Sean laughed when he heard the result. He was such a little piece of trash that he had to clean it up.

What kind of bullshit Jewish gang, Sean doesn't care about them at all.

If you do business honestly, these guys will not fucking play tricks on you.

Do you think you are easy to bully?

Then beat him back hard!

Americans are all like this. If you push back hard, they will pay attention to you.

As for winning awards in the future, what does that have to do with you?

I make commercial films, and I don’t care about the so-called Oscars at all.

After lingering with Diane for two more days, Sean took the people back to New Jersey, where there were many things to do.

However, although Harvey no longer resorts to small tricks to blackmail advertising dollars, the promotion of "Heist", which had no advantages in all aspects before the final film was released, did not make much progress.

The splash of $1.2 million in advertising is indeed not that big.

Seeing that the release time was getting closer, Sean could only think of something on his own.

It's really not that he wants to rob a bank...

I was really helpless.

Right, that is it.

I definitely didn’t come up with this idea because I wanted to acquire a TV station and had no money.

…

Thomson was driving on the streets of Manhattan, New York, and Sean was holding a map in his hand for comparison and analysis.

"Stop!" Sean said, lying on the window and looking at the bank diagonally opposite.

New York is the world's largest financial center, and Manhattan is the financial center of New York, where a large number of banks gather.

Every day, countless amounts of cash flow through here.

There was no online payment at this time, and everyone used cash.

Between different banks, and between banks and their branches, funds are transferred using payment vehicles. If the distance is far enough, the cash will be transported directly by airplane.

Five days later, the bank will allocate a large amount of money to the airport and transport it to the West Coast by plane.

Sean lowered his head and traced his finger on the map.

According to the information from the intelligence team, the bank's route for transporting cash is different each time. The specific route is only known to the bank's escort team before departure.

There are so many routes from here to the airport that it is impossible to predict.

The only thing that is certain is that there are 8 bridges across the sea from Manhattan Island, and the car must take one of these eight bridges.

Sean's car made two trips back and forth on the eight bridge routes, but he couldn't find a way to block the opponent 100%.

Of course, more manpower can also be used.

But this is New York, you can’t mobilize dozens of people to rob, right?

Since it can't be done on the path, let's just do it.

Just block the door and grab it!

Come to think of it, I am most relaxed when I have just come out of the bank and have not yet set off.

Sean stared at the garage exit, looking for an opportunity to take a look inside.