American TV series

(Let’s start with the 4000 chapter, and I’m working on the 8000 chapter...)

Jonas and others were silent at this time. They said that it is not an exaggeration to say that being successful has unlimited glory. In the United States, the patriarch of a Mafia family is not ashamed.

In the Western worldview, this is a traditional industry!

They are now prosperous, but the old brother is still buried. Now nothing they say is appropriate or comforting.

It is obviously impossible to give up the position. This cannot be done just by saying.

"Don't mess with Fake and be so affectionate." Yuri threw away Sean's arm and scolded with a smile: "It's okay that we are brothers, but I don't want the relationship to develop further."

"I am normal!"

"Fuck, you damn faggot, you're so fucking disgusting!" Sean cursed and just started talking.

"So, is Cartagena important?" Yuri asked with a smile as most of the depression that had been blocked in his heart dissipated.

"It's not bad..." Sean tilted his head and thought for a while and said: "How to put it, if it develops as I expected, Cartagena may become one of the most important cities in South America in the future, but there is more to say.

It’s not important to talk about.”

"That's not the United States. If there's a real need, we won't be lenient. We'll kill them if they need to."

"In that case, I won't go there and let Jeff stay over there." Yuri thought for a while and said.

"Yeah... that's okay." Sean thought for a while and nodded. New York is said to be a big city, but in fact it is very exclusive. If the Jonas family dares to extend its tentacles, the five major families will unite immediately.

Therefore, Sean can't let Jonas make any moves. If New York is taken down, Yuri, a local, can only take over.

Now that it was decided that Jeff would be there, the matter was over, and everyone started drinking again and chatting about other things.

"By the way, things are not going well over there lately. Old Man Huang from Chinatown may come looking for you." You Rui suddenly said while drinking.

"What's wrong?" Sean sat up straight. He had focused all his energy on Colombia during this period and didn't even have time to care about Xiaobaicai. Naturally, he would not pay attention to the underground forces in New York.

"In the Jewish Quarter in Manhattan, people began to emigrate in the early years. In recent years, more and more people have left, and they are almost gone." Yuri continued after drinking a glass of wine: "On the left and right of the Jewish Quarter is Chinatown, and on the other side is Chinatown.

It’s an area of ​​Italian descent.”

"Now that the land in the middle is vacated, the two sides naturally started to fight for it. There have been frequent exchanges of fire recently. However, you know, the Chinese are outsiders after all, and the five major families naturally side with the Italian gang."

"That's it!" Sean frowned and began to think about Chinatown in his mind.

No wonder he felt that Chinatown in later generations was much larger than it is now. It seems that the Jewish Quarter in later generations was eventually occupied by Chinese.

In fact, this is also the case.

A few decades later, New York's Chinatown has expanded to 45 streets, covering an area of ​​more than 4 square kilometers. It has successively annexed the surrounding Jewish Quarter, Puerto Rican District, and Italian District. There are 160,000 people living in 4 square kilometers of land. The population density is

That's 4 times the New York average.

But why does this happen?

Logically speaking, the Chinese are an excluded group. Although the five major families have declined somewhat, they are still powerful. How come the Chinese are allowed to expand?

After frowning and thinking for a long time, Sean couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, think about how to get some benefits from this.

"Chinatown is not far from your place, right?" Sean asked Yuri.

"Yes, there are some conflicts with Chinese gangs here now. Many Chinese have moved to the Jewish Quarter, and Chinese gangs have also expanded, affecting our business." Yuri shrugged.

"Yes, yes." Sean patted his forehead. At this time, the moon outside the rabbit was rounder. Everything was good from abroad. A large number of people tried their best to smuggle themselves into the United States, causing the Chinese population to

Explosive growth.

And these people can only live in Chinatown after coming to the United States!

The territory was not won by Chinese gangs, but slowly expanded with the expansion of the Chinese population.

In later generations, the total number of Chinese living in New York reached 800,000, accounting for 10% of the New York population.

(New York has 4 Chinatowns and 10 Chinese communities.)

The Chinese are the most xenophobic race. Many Chinese living in Chinatown cannot speak English at all, and people of other races can hardly live together with the Chinese.

There are more and more people, and it is because of the population that the Jewish Quarter and the Italian Quarter are slowly being crowded out. This is a force majeure, and massacres cannot be carried out, otherwise they will have to be squeezed out slowly.

However, this period will last for a long time, but it will have no impact on the present.

(PS: The proportion of white people in the United States is declining rapidly, while blacks and Asians are increasing rapidly)

"The situation over at Old Man Huang is not very good?" Sean confirmed again.

"Yes, the police are also watching them." Yuri thought for a while and said: "They are too xenophobic. There are almost no people of other races in Chinatown. If something goes wrong, they don't call the police. The police can't make money there.

How much money do you get?"

"You're like this." Sean rolled his eyes, then pulled Yuri and said, "You can encourage them more later and let the gangs in Italy have more conflicts with them."

"Huh!?" Yuri looked at Sean up and down with a look of disbelief. He knew that Sean was very proficient in Chinese, took good care of Chinese people, and had a good relationship with Old Man Huang, so he took the initiative to mention this matter.

He never expected that Sean would let him attack the Chinese.

The light in the room was not good, so Sean didn't notice Yuri's strange expression, but said to himself: "I'll use some connections later to suppress them officially."

"Why?" Yuri finally asked.

"Do you understand political correctness?" Sean chuckled, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, it's good for us anyway."

"Old Man Huang will find me here later, and then..." Under the dim light, Sean's smile became even more sinister.

Chinatown is in Manhattan, New York.

Although it's downtown, it's still Manhattan!

Manhattan, where every inch of land is at a premium!

As for Mr. Huang...

Well, I am helping them, yes, that’s it!

…

On the border between Colombia and Venezuela, in the dense forest in the mountains of Santander Province.

"General, what should I do with the goods this time?" A man in a green military uniform asked the man on the throne.

The man called the General has a bald head and a tattoo on his head that extends to the left side of his face. The man is lying on the recliner with his eyes slightly squinted, and one hand is placed on the chest of a beautiful girl with brown skin who is squatting next to her.

, his hands fiddled with it at will.

The beautiful girl seemed unaware, holding a hookah made of gold and hung with a string of five-color gems, and put it to the man's mouth. The man took a few puffs, then half-opened his eyes and glanced at the man who was standing asking questions.

, said slowly: "What did the other party say?"

"The other party is only willing to receive the goods in Cartagena, but the quantity is not large, but all our people in Cartagena are dead." The man in military uniform said in a low voice.

The tattooed general took another puff of marijuana and said, "Have you contacted all those who received goods in the past?"

"Following your instructions, General, I have contacted them all, but they are unable to pick up the goods together. Some have just picked up the goods not long ago, and some need a fixed time to deliver the goods."

"Damn it!" The general's face was ugly, and he put more force on his hand. The girl next to him was pinched very painfully, and her face was full of pain, but she still gritted her teeth and endured it.

Sean's raid in Cartagena completely disrupted the shipping channels in the hands of various drug lords.

In the past, they would store the goods together near Cartagena and then sell them in batches. Now, the middle link is completely broken.

It is impossible for buyers from the United States and Europe to enter Colombia to pick up the goods themselves. If they are not local snakes, there is a high chance that the goods will be swept away by the Colombian police or military on the way.

Do you really think that the Colombian police and military know nothing?

To say that the one with the closest relationship with the anti-government armed forces in Colombia must be the military...

"You personally deliver the goods to Cartagena and re-establish channels there." The general said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, General!" The person below saluted, put down his hands, and then said again: "The American security company that was involved in Cartagena released news outside that they had established an underground bank to facilitate transactions.

"

"What bank?" the general asked curiously.

The people below told the news about Sean's release. After hearing this, the general snorted coldly, "We only provide a place for cash transactions. How can we ensure the safety of the goods? Just take away 10% of the commission. It's not a small appetite!"

"

"What about us?"

"Yanks have always been arrogant and arrogant, they are all sons of bitches!" After cursing, the general thought for a moment and then said: "Ignore him, well, we won't come forward, wait and see what the revolutionary forces say, I

Don’t believe he can really cover the sky with one hand!”

"I understand!" The person below nodded, saluted, turned and walked out.

This scene was staged in guerrilla groups of all sizes.

Of course, there are also some grumpy ones who clamor to make Sean look good.

After all, they are all drug lords who dominate one area, not to mention they have a team of hundreds of people and hundreds of guns, and they all have the temperament of the boss of the world and the second boss of the world.

However, Sean doesn't know these things clearly, and there is no need to know them.

Sean is busy in Newark, and Jeff has taken over the affairs of Cartagena. Everything is divided into districts and streets according to the New Jersey model.

Of course, in response to Mayor Butler Mitchell's call, there will be no gangs in Cartagena in the future, so the area chief here was renamed.

A brand new civil society organization with a future reputation throughout America was born, the ‘Street Committee’!

…

Newark, Peace Hotel.

The main building of the Peace Hotel was completed a month ago and is now undergoing interior decoration.

The interior decoration is a very complicated project, but the arena competition venue that Sean has been looking forward to for a long time has been completely completed and can officially start the competition at any time.

"The boxing ring has been set up, and I've invited everyone. How are the preparations for the following people?" Sean called Jonas over to check on the situation.

"It's okay." Jonas said hesitantly.

"What do you mean it's okay, right?" Sean frowned, "I informed you a few months ago. It's taken such a long time for someone to be unable to train a boxer, right? Then what do I need him for!?"

"Why don't you die!"

"It's just okay." Jonas spread his hands and said, "Some people do a good job and look very professional. I also asked people from the security company to try their skills."

"What's the result?" Sean asked with concern.

"Fighting with bare hands, the people here are no match for us." Jonas said with some admiration: "Those guys didn't know where they found them. It's not too much to say that they have no power to fight back. I even went on stage specially.

I tried it, but the opponent punched so fast that I could hardly react."

Sean nodded with great satisfaction. The nerve reflexes of professional fighting athletes must be much faster than ordinary people. They don't even use weapons, and they can easily and happily fight several people.

"What about the others?" Sean continued to ask.

"You can't find such professional boxers, and the training is not professional either. They are not much better than the people in our security company." Jonas spread his hands with a look of helplessness.

The firearms that the security company relies on have better hand-to-hand combat capabilities than ordinary people, but they are limited.

"Trash!" Sean's face turned a little dark. The boxing match started and you guys can't get anyone out of there, so what should you do?

"There's nothing we can do about it." Jonas sighed, "That kind of professional talent can't be found casually, and it's useless even if ordinary people train them."

When something happened, it was useless for Sean to be angry. He didn't want the scheduled opening time to be delayed, so he had to find a way on his own.

Sean thought for a while with a dark face, and then said: "How many prisons are there in New Jersey? Are there any heavy-duty prisons?"

"Prison?!" Jonas was stunned. Although he didn't understand why Sean asked this, he still said: "There are 85 prisons in New Jersey and 12 heavy-duty prisons. They are all serious criminals."

(In 2010, the prison population in the United States accounted for 7/1000 of the population, with 2.3 million people serving sentences. There are more than 6,000 prisons in the country, 51 states, and an average of 117 prisons in each state.)

"Can I get in touch?"

"able!"

"Okay, let's get in touch. I'll go over and talk to them as soon as possible."

"Okay." Jonas went to call.

Half an hour later, the Black Hawk helicopter took off. Helicopters are convenient. Within an hour, Sean landed on the tarmac of a heavy-duty prison.

Sean said hello in advance, but no one came to greet them. Under the leadership of a person, Sean and Jonas entered the warden's office in a low-key manner.

"This is Mr. Sean."

"This is Warden Henry Pope."

Jonas introduced the two of them.

After a few pleasantries, Sean said directly, "I need to borrow a few people, the most capable people in the prison."

"What?" Henry Pope thought he heard wrongly.

"Yes, borrow a few people, the most capable people in prison." Sean continued: "I need them to have a boxing match. There are no other rules except to ensure that they will not die."

"This is impossible, they are criminals, felons, and they cannot get out of this prison." Henry Pope was startled, and his head shook like a rattle.