American TV series

The Salamanga family is the largest mafia force in the entire Newark and even the surrounding areas. They control all the drug markets in several surrounding cities, and all the gangs need to get goods from them.

The power that Salamanga can use when they want to inquire about something is terrifying, and almost no information can be hidden from them.

However, what surprised Hector Ceramanga this time was that the guys who took the wine from Sean didn't even know the specific information about Sean.

They didn't know which gang he belonged to or the channel through which he got the goods. Sean informed them of every transaction. The transaction location was different every time. It was just a freight van. They paid the money, picked up the goods, and left.

"A bunch of trash, you don't even know where they come from and you just buy his stuff." Hector Ceramanga pointed at several gang bosses and cursed loudly. No one dared to speak, and everyone lowered their heads.

The power of Salamanga is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and anyone who provokes them is dead. The most recent one was Daniel "Truck" who was beaten to a sieve on the street more than a month ago.

"When that guy contacts you again, call me immediately and get out of here." Hector Ceramanga waved his hand to drive them away, and everyone hurried away in despair.

…

Sean still had no idea that he was being targeted by the people in Salamanca. After all, the time was too short. Although he had shocked the small gangs, he had not yet established any local foundation. The smuggling business of alcohol was very important to those gangs.

It is just the icing on the cake, and there is absolutely no comparison with Salamanga, which controls drug channels in surrounding areas.

"With the success of Newark, promotion in neighboring Jersey City will be much easier." Sean sat on the large sofa and said to his subordinates: "Jonas, you can go and develop the Jersey City market this time. From now on

In terms of skin color, you are all black, and all the blacks in the world are brothers."

Everyone started laughing.

"You're laughing, I will be the boss from now on, and you are all my younger brothers." Jonas laughed and scolded, and everyone followed suit, calling him "boss".

No one is jealous of Sean for putting Jonas in charge. The smuggling alcohol market is huge and the surrounding areas are all planned. Sooner or later, everyone will be responsible for a continent.

At least, that's what Sean thinks now.

The expansion of Jersey City is not difficult. With the successful experience of neighboring Newark, Jonas easily reached an agreement with most of the gangs in Jersey City and agreed on a transaction time.

As soon as the transaction time was reached, Hector Ceramanga received the news.

"Little mouse, I finally caught your tail. I want to see which sewer you came out of." Hector's dry face was filled with a ferocious look.

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In the early morning of October 2, 1984, in north Jersey City.

Jonas stood by the car, holding a cigarette in his hand but not smoking. He raised his watch and frowned, saying to himself: "It's been time, why hasn't anyone come to trade?"

"Is there going to be any problem?" Next to him, a new comrade said worriedly.

Jonas shook his head and said nothing. He was just thinking about whether to retreat first and ask about the situation tomorrow, when he saw a series of car lights in the distance coming on, heading this way.

"How did it happen that so many cars came together?" Jonas breathed a sigh of relief at first, then frowned again.

"what to do?"

"Wait and see what these Jersey City guys are doing. I really don't believe they dare to do anything violent."

"If you really take action, do you want to fight back?"

"No, the boss said, if you dare to rob, then give it to them. Later we will mobilize people to collect money one by one!" Jonas grinned, his big white teeth shining coldly.

After a while, a series of more than a dozen cars drove up. Dozens of people came out, but no one took a step forward. They all stood beside the cars and looked at the car in front.

Jonas gasped, things seemed to be out of control!

I saw a bald man opening the car door, and a thin figure wearing a black coat got out of the car. Several people followed the man and walked towards Jonas.

"Your name is Sean?" Hector's voice was slightly hoarse, and he stared at Jonas like a vulture, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Sean is my boss." Jonas straightened his back, "Who are you?"

"Ha." Hector didn't even bother to answer Jonas, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I'll give you half an hour to contact the boy named Sean. If he doesn't come after half an hour, then let him go to the Hudson River.

Let me collect your body downstream, if your body can still be found."

After that, Hector turned around and left, obviously not interested in saying anything more to the dead man in his eyes.

Hekla left, but two people stayed and looked at Jonas, "You two come out alone and follow us to make a phone call."

Jonas glanced over there, his expression changed, and he stepped forward, "Let's go, I'll go with you."

The two remaining people had no interest in talking nonsense, so they took Jonas into the car and left, finding the nearest place with a phone for him to make a call.

Sean was stunned when he received the call from Jonas, and then realized that something was wrong, otherwise Jonas should be trading at this time instead of calling him.

After hearing what Jonas said about the situation at that time, Sean took a deep breath. He didn't have much surprise.

To open up the smuggled liquor market is to grab food from someone else's bowl. The backlash will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, and I didn't expect it to start in Jersey City.

"How many people are there on the other side, and what's their firepower?" Sean asked the key question directly. He didn't have any intention of getting better easily.

From the moment he made up his mind to quickly accumulate wealth by fishing for side jobs, he knew that hard work was indispensable.

This is a road to get rich quickly, but it is also a bloody road.

"There are 16 cars in total, but I just saw a lot of gang bosses I've seen in Jersey City in that group of people. Their firepower is unknown." Jonas was also tough and said directly, completely ignoring the people standing behind him.

"Ask them who they are."

Jonas turned to look at the two Latino bald heads, "Sean asked which family you are from?"

"The Salamanga House."

"Sean, did you hear that?" Jonas said into the phone.

"Jonas, I'm sorry, I was negligent this time." Sean did not answer, but began to apologize: "These transactions were very safe, so I neglected safety considerations and put you in this situation."

"I don't blame you. You want me to be alone. It's because I didn't consider safety issues." Jonas obviously understood what Sean meant.

"If you two die, I will bury you two with the entire Jersey City gang." Sean said in a cold voice.

"Okay, then I'll wait in hell." Jonas grinned and laughed loudly.

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