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"Just the two of you!?"

Sean laughed as soon as he heard this, and smiled very happily, "Yes, it's just the two of us!"

Alec took a heavy drag on his cigar, stretched out his right thumb and index finger to pick up the cigar and pointed it at Sean, "Shit, which gang are you from!?"

"No, I am just me, different fireworks."

"Bah, this is Newark. Damn it, who asked you to sell alcohol here? Damn it, do you know the rules?"

Sean smiled and looked in the direction they came from. Another car was driving this way. He didn't know what it was doing. "Whose rules? Are your rules?"

"Newark's rules, damn it, you pretty boy, put your money down, turn around and take your people out now, otherwise, I don't mind throwing your bodies into the Hudson River." Alec lit Xiao with a cigar again.

Well, I reached out and two black men took out pistols from their waists and pointed them at me.

"I have said before that I will never let anyone point a gun at me again." Sean still had a smile on his face, but his eyes became cold.

Alec didn't feel it at all, he only saw the pocket of money.

Sean smiled and took a few steps back, raised his head and whistled fiercely in his mouth.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

More than ten meters away, Bill and the other three took off their camouflage, and without saying a word, they set up their Ingram Mac-10 submachine guns and started shooting directly at the crowd.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

The three of them formed a crossfire net from three directions, and bullets rained down on Alec and his party like a storm.

"ah!!!"

The bullet hit the human body, blood spattered, and screams continued.

Alec and his group were in an open area without cover, and were covered by crossfire from three submachine guns. They were like a scantily clad girl facing a strong man, being ruthlessly harvested like a scarecrow.

The moment intensive gunfire rang out, the two cars driving in the distance suddenly stopped and the vehicles were lying on the spot.

Through the car window, the people in the car were stunned. The front was clearly empty and they could not see the attacker at all. But there were twenty seconds before and after. Alec and his group of seven people were all swept down in one round of shooting. They were on the ground.

Full of blood.

It wasn't until Bill jumped up from the ground that the people in the car in the distance saw that the attacker was wearing wilderness camouflage, with branches and other things stuck on his body, and makeup on his face. He was holding a gun on his waist.

Rush to Alec and his group and hit the corpse on the ground a second time.

Kill them all without leaving a trace of future trouble!

Cruel enough!

Sean took out his cigarette case and flicked it, took out a cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath. It was as if he had never heard a gunshot from the beginning to the end, his face was calm.

It wasn't until Bill confirmed that everyone was dead that Sean walked forward.

As he walked past the corpse step by step, Sean didn't even bother to look at it. He raised his hand high and waved to the two cars in the distance, asking them to come over.

Seeing this scene, the two gangs who came later were immediately in trouble.

past?

A little scared.

Don't want to go?

I don't know if there are still people ambushing around, and whether the other party will kill them too.

After a while, he started the car and drove over slowly with a cautious look on his face.

I didn't dare to drive too fast, for fear that the other party would misunderstand something.

When the other vehicle stopped, Sean walked up to it, scratching his head in embarrassment with a cigarette in his hand, and a kind smile on his face, "I'm sorry, can I ask you a favor?"

As he spoke, he pointed at the corpses and said, "I just forgot to ask their names. Can you confirm them for me?"

"As you know, since we have made enemies, the best way is to kill them all to avoid future troubles. However, I am new to Newark and don't know them."

Looking at the corpse over there, and then at the kind-hearted Sean, everyone in the car shuddered for some unknown reason.

So cruel!

I am used to seeing people who speak harshly, but this is the first time I see someone who talks about killing them all in such an understatement, it really chills my heart.

"Okay, okay." Facing this kind of person, I really didn't want to have any conflict with him. Someone immediately pointed at the corpse and said, "That guy's name is Alec."

"Okay, thank you." Sean politely thanked him, "I'm really sorry. I like to follow rules when doing business. All goods are reserved in advance."

"So..." Sean took out two business cards and handed them to the people in the two cars, "If you want the goods, please call in advance."

"As for them, I'm sorry for not following the rules. I hope it won't cause any obstacles to our cooperation."

"No, no."

"Definitely, definitely." The gang bosses in the two cars said very politely.

There are low-priced goods, and Sean has shown enough strength and means, so they naturally have to give them enough respect. Although they have never heard of the term 'dragon crossing the river', this does not delay them from knowing that Newark

In the future, a new owner will appear in the smuggled wine market.

He is - Sean.

After waving goodbye to the two gangs, Sean waved to the brothers to get in the car, and the group drove away, leaving only seven bodies on the spot.

It was only after Sean and the others had changed cars and returned to the factory that the Newark police arrived belatedly.

Sean didn't have any worries about causing a murder. This kind of thing looked like a gang fight, and the police didn't bother to deal with it.

At least, the police still have no explanation for the last time he was headshot.

…

Unzipping the package, Sean turned it upside down and shook it vigorously on the table. Rolls of dollar bills rolled everywhere.

"Oh oh oh oh!!!" Yuri and others screamed, and Jonas even picked up a bottle of wine and poured it on his head.

These guys have never seen so much money!

A full $180,000!

Sean sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his hands on the backrest, and a smile on his face.

"Aren't you excited?" Sol came over and said.

"Not at all." Sean smiled and shook his head, "This is just the beginning."

Saul shrugged. Since the last time he went to Rockefeller's funeral, Sean seemed to be a completely different person. "What are your plans for the future?"

"Let's continue operating this factory first."

"Are you really planning to keep this place open?" Saul was a little surprised.

"Why not?" Sean's lips raised slightly, "For most people, when running a business, they always think about how to do it better and how to make the product more perfect."

"In fact, sometimes it is because they want to do better that they let themselves go bankrupt."

"I drank some of the leftover drinks in their warehouse. It was actually pretty good and delicious. However, it was precisely because it tasted so good that the factory closed down." Sean looked enigmatic.

Sol looked confused. What the hell is this?

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