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Half an hour later, in the Newark dock area, a bald old white man wearing a jacket walked towards us. Bill stepped forward and searched around him before leading someone over and opening the car door.

In the car, Sean and the old white man were stunned at the same time. Neither of them expected to see each other here.

A few seconds later, the old white man opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Sean, "You're already here."

"I didn't think it was you, and the vet didn't say it was you, Sean."

"Very surprised."

"More than a month ago, I would never have imagined that you would kill Hector and the others."

"Wasn't this doomed more than a month ago?"

Old Mike was silent for a while. He knew it would not be so easy to leave today. "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not asking you to kill anyone." Sean chuckled softly.

Old Mike did not express anger at Sean's questioning of his fighting ability. He just looked at Sean calmly and waited for the next step.

"You know, a month ago, when I didn't realize it, I was just an ordinary person." Sean pointed to the back of his head and said: "My people and I don't have a deep enough understanding of Newark, including the surrounding areas.

,I need someone who can give me clues for advice,"

"A consultant."

"You won't refuse me, will you, old Mike."

"What do you want me to do?" Old Mike asked again.

"Let's talk somewhere else, drink coffee or go to a restaurant?" Sean asked with a smile.

Twenty minutes later, Sean and Old Mike sat across from each other in a coffee shop in Jersey City.

Having been a veteran police officer for more than thirty years, he deals with private matters all day long. For Old Mike, there is no objection to the whole of Newark. There are few things that he does not understand.

There are multiple gangs in Newark. This guy knows all about the main figures in the gangs, their sphere of influence, their business scope, and the grievances between the gangs.

The most important thing is that the leaders of these gangs may have changed, but the people below are the same over and over again. Moreover, those guys are all regular visitors to the police station. Over the years, Old Mike has some connections with each gang and has his own

Informants and news channels.

Just after hearing what Old Mike said, Sean had already decided to hire this old man to be his consultant.

In fact, in addition to this, Old Mike has been in the police station for more than thirty years. From the police chief to the newcomers, he knows everyone in the police station. Who has what personality, who has what hobbies, and who has collected the most bribes from gangs.

, he knows who has special interests in which gang.

It's just that old Mike can't say these things, or in other words, he can't say them now.

"With an annual salary of 100,000, how about you come and help me?" Sean picked up the coffee and gestured to Old Mike.

"Will you take over Seramanga's position?" Old Mike pondered for a moment and asked.

He didn't ask Sean what he did. Based on his information channels, he already knew that there was a guy named Sean who was smuggling alcohol in the city, but he hadn't thought about the guy whose head was shot a month ago.

"I won't." Sean shook his head. He wanted to see Old Mike's surprised look, but he was disappointed. Old Mike's face was as expressionless as a dead face, "Are you a facial paralysis?"

"If you stay at the grassroots level of the police station for thirty years, nothing will surprise you." Old Mike shook his head slightly.

"Well, he is such a boring person." Sean shrugged and continued: "Remember, I am a serious businessman and I do not do anything that violates the law, so I will not take over the position of Seramanga.

but…”

Old Mike's eyes looked like he was full of nonsense and had been waiting for what you said next.

"But a friend of mine named Jonas does it, and he does it very well."

"Where's Poison? Will you continue?"

"It's Jonas, I have to correct your mistake, OK!" Sean snorted and continued: "No, he is a good man and a fighting hero. He doesn't like drug addicts and will not touch that thing.

"

"Why, drug addicts are very profitable." Old Mike obviously didn't believe in any bullshit reasons like dislike.

"Why? Ha!" Sean shook his head and sneered, "Who told you that drug addicts are very profitable? Don't look at the thoughts of those standing on the top of skyscrapers with the same eyes you stand on the horizon."

"Drug drugs are high-risk and low-profit. They are not a good business. Over the years, no rich man on the rich list has made his fortune by selling drug drugs."

"The drug addicts are a group of guys with little education and all their brains are about muscles. They will only engage in business if there is no other way to make money."

"In my eyes, drug addicts are not as valuable as the garbage in the trash can opposite. Do you believe it?"

Turning to look at the trash cans on the street outside, Old Mike shook his head firmly, "I don't believe it."

"Stay with me, and you will understand in a few years that poison is not as valuable as garbage." Sean didn't bother to explain the profit prospects and market share of the 'garbage recycling' industry to Old Mike.

"Okay, now I'm your boss." Sean reached out and took Old Mike's hand and shook it forcefully.

"Okay, boss." Old Mike said expressionlessly: "What work do I have now."

"First, reconnect with your informants in those gangs. If you have any trouble, tell me what you think is necessary based on your experience."

Old Mike nodded first, and then said: "I think the most important thing for you now is to play golf with Director Wells King."

"Chief of the Newark Police Department?" Sean raised his eyebrows.

"Every 2 afternoon, Wells King goes to the golf course next to the Hilton to play golf. Coincidentally, today is Monday. You'd better find a way to get Director Wells King tomorrow. He did it in Newark.

He has been the director for 15 years. The mayor of Newark has changed, but he is still in office. At the same time, he has extensive connections in the Essex County legal system. He has been friends and colleagues with the county prosecutor and judge for many years.

"

"If you can't handle Wells, then you can't stand in Newark." Old Mike demonstrated the value of his existence as soon as he came up.

"So, how did Salamanga manage Wells?"

"Maybe it's the money, maybe it's the woman, maybe it's the handle, who knows." Old Mike shrugged.

"Okay, I understand." Sean nodded, "Does Salamanga have other forces in Newark?"

"You don't have to worry too much about the remaining ones. The remaining strength of Salamanca should be in New York State in the north, but no one knows where they are hiding." Old Mike shook his head and said, "You can only wait for them now.

Come out on your own, and besides, you still need to worry about the people behind Seramanga."

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