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Chapter 275 What is professional?

"You are too irritable. Is it necessary? You don't understand that being friendly makes you rich. This is not the posture for a good conversation at all."

When Sean came back, Shen Bi came up and asked about the situation, and then he was speechless.

"Talk about his mother!" Sean cursed directly in Cantonese.

"Damn it, I planned and pushed for this, and all I got was to expand my power to the west coast, and I still haven't gained a firm foothold yet." Sean cursed, and he wasn't afraid that Shen Bi would know.

Shen Bi knew many secrets.

"It's good now, I haven't gained much yet, but they are all preparing to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune!"

"Talk, talk, talk, how the hell do you talk? Tell them that the Los Angeles riots were planned by me with the help of racial and social conflicts? Are you getting a fucking advantage?"

Before Shen Bi made it clear, Sean didn't think it was anything.

After being singled out, Sean really couldn't bear to think about it and became angrier. He took a step back and thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he suffered!

It's so good, I was prostituted for nothing, but I still can't tell it.

The feeling of being crushed intellectually made Sean really upset.

He doesn't feel comfortable earning this money.

"Everyone is here to make money, so they are not shabby."

"Shameful, damn shabby!"

"Then do you want to be angry, or do you want to make money?"

"I just want to vent my anger and make some money."

Shen Bi shook his head, but said loudly: "Simple, you took action in advance, in the name of helping those who suffered losses in the riots, started to buy properties on a large scale, and then severely blocked them, using this as a bargaining chip, with They exchange plots."

"If you don't want to make the matter a big deal and cause everyone to suffer heavy losses, then they will choose to negotiate. You will take the initiative and vent your anger."

Sean looked at Shen Bi up and down for a while, then suddenly said: "You are so damn bamboo shoots, you have taken all the bamboo shoots."

This routine is simple and practical, and is very suitable for use by civil servants who have some power and know the news in advance.

Um...ahem.

"You, you, you!" Shen Bi was so angry, old man, I helped you out of kindness, but you still scolded me!

"But, I like it!" Sean chuckled. In my previous life, I always saw people picking up democratism like this. This time we are also picking up capitalism.

Of course, I have another plan.

Sean doesn't need to take any action when it comes to buying land and a house, just leave it to Jonas.

If there are many people under your command, spread them out to avoid attracting attention.

However, this is not the end.

Taking advantage of yourself?

Chop it into pieces!

As soon as Sean gave the order, people from the consulting company on the West Coast began to come to Los Angeles in large numbers.

On the other side, Jonas also successively arranged for people to enter Los Angeles.

Quietly, no one wants to shoot.

Bertram Bain could do nothing alone.

There are definitely traces!

Start investigating, tracking, and eavesdropping on people close to Bertram Bain to find their relationship network.

Then investigate from your network to see if anyone has suddenly become rich, such as saying "I'll pay for the bill tonight" in a bar.

Or a large amount of consumption suddenly occurs!

If it was true that a fire was deliberately set in a specific area, it would only be a gangster, and those around Bertram would not do such a thing.

After all, Bertram Bain is not like some anonymous man who does not have a professional team at his disposal.

As for the little bastards, they can’t control their own hands once they have money!

If it were other consulting companies, they might not know how to start investigating this aspect.

But, Armstrong won’t!

Regarding crime, gang operations, etc., this is the originator.

The relationship network of Bertram Bain's people will definitely not be exposed to the public, but they are closely related, so the direction of investigation must be from the dark.

"A group, investigate the relatives network of these people under Bertram. You know how to investigate." Armstrong personally came to Los Angeles to take charge of the work.

"Understood, the primary target is outside the immediate family members of these people." The subordinate replied directly.

Taking one person as the center of the relationship network model, then the first circle is surrounded by immediate family members, brothers, sisters, parents, wives and children, and what extends out from the parents and brothers is the second layer of the relationship network, and the second layer extends to the third layer.

The most likely participants are likely to be on the second and third levels.

"Group 2, investigate the classmates' websites of these people."

"clear!"

In the classmate network, college classmates are considered the first level because they are closest in time, followed by middle school and elementary school, which are also divided into three levels.

The most likely participants, or intermediaries, are also on the second and third levels.

Classmates in middle school and elementary school are not noticeable because they have been around for a long time, and the younger they are, the more innocent their classmates and friends are.

Moreover, those who are capable of such criminal activities will most likely have no chance of going to college.

"Three groups, investigating their neighbors, current and past."

"clear!"

Also layered on the timeline, it is most likely in the past.

The so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. This is determined by social relations and does not distinguish between China and the United States.

After the goal is clear, a character relationship model can be established quickly. Once the model is out, it will be much easier to lock in the target.

Sean is not the police or the court. He does not need any legal evidence. All he wants is the result, and the result is enough!

Most of the difficulties for the police in investigating criminal cases are not to locate the target, but to find evidence...

We all know he is a criminal, but there is no evidence.

Sean doesn't care how Armstrong advances. It's enough to leave professional matters to professionals.

Sean needs to worry about Jonas's side.

"The Great Purge?"

"Great purge!" Sean nodded, "When you come to Los Angeles, you should always say hello to everyone."

"Look, Bill just said hello. As my brother, do you want to follow?"

"Fake, you must keep up, otherwise you will be laughed at!" Jonas suddenly became excited.

It’s been several years since I let my hands and feet go wild.

Spreading out the map, Sean picked out the most valuable area.

It is impossible to jump to the sky as soon as you enter Los Angeles. Just like when you were in New Jersey, you must first acquire a piece of land and establish your own foundation. After that, you can push forward furiously.

"You go to Armstrong to get the information. People in this area will be cleaned up one by one, one by one."

"Leave it to me!" Jonas laughed loudly, baring his big white teeth.

…

"Cyril George, 56 years old, joined the Irish Mafia at the age of 21. He began to clear his name at the age of 45. With the help of the Mafia's connections and contacts, he started in property management and gradually involved building materials, transportation, construction, and real estate development."

"According to the information we have, this Berlin real estate company may not have a wide range of operations, but its core is actually used by the Irish mafia for money laundering, smuggling and bribery."

"The gang background is very deep." Armstrong said while holding a stack of information.

"Wow, it's so deep, deeper than me!" Sean clicked his tongue.

Armstrong burst out laughing.

Real estate companies need building materials and transportation, which are good hiding places for smuggling and drug transport.

Property management and real estate development are also convenient for collecting money and bribery. The entire company can actually be said to be the top of the pyramid of criminal groups.

…

"In this world, the most difficult thing to deal with is actually clean people. It's hard to do anything with those people." In the car, Sean was going to meet Cyril George today.

"And this kind of criminal is actually very easy to handle."

"Oh, are you talking about yourself?" In the car, Lorraine stabbed Sean.

Sean laughed and played with Lorraine's little hands, "What you said is wrong, I am a serious businessman."

"I don't see how serious you are!"

"I don't do poison. Isn't it not serious enough if I don't do poison?"

Lorraine rolled her eyes, "That's because they have set the limit for serious people too low!"

As soon as the motorcade arrived at the door of the villa on the outskirts of Los Angeles, two men in black suits came out and looked at them warily.

I immediately spoke into the earphones, but no one came up to ask questions.

The main reason is that the fleet is too luxurious, and it makes people know that they are not easy to mess with.

As long as you're not blind, you'll know how high the bulletproof rating of Sean's special Lincoln is just by looking at the thick glass.

A large number of people came down from the cars in front and behind, and one person walked to the door of the villa and said directly: "Open the door, our boss wants to see Cyril George."

The man in the black suit frowned and asked, "Who is your boss?"

The other party didn't reply, but stretched out his hand to lift his clothes to reveal the umbrella logo inside.

Who in Los Angeles doesn't recognize the umbrella sign now?

Cyril George received the news immediately and was shocked.

Why did he suddenly come to look for me?

Without any time to think about it, he immediately ordered someone to open the door. He quickly put on a formal suit and hurried towards the door to greet him.

As soon as he walked out of the villa gate, he saw Sean walking in with a few people.

"Mr. Sean!" Cyril George laughed and greeted him enthusiastically.

He is not Bertram Bain.

One is a businessman and the other is a mafia. Both parties have completely different perceptions of Sean.

One focuses on the identity of Sean's businessman, and the other focuses on Sean's identity as the world's largest private military organization. The two sides have completely different concerns.

After casually reaching out and shaking his hand, Cyril George quickly let the person into the house.

After entering the villa, Sean looked around. The decoration style was more classical and a bit old-school.

After serving coffee, Sean didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries. He said directly: "I have taken a liking to the place you are interested in during the reconstruction of Los Angeles. I am very sincere."

Yes, I came to your door to show my sincerity.

"Ah!" Cyril George was stunned by what he said. This... was so straightforward that he felt a little uncomfortable, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

It's definitely not possible to refuse directly.

"Mr. Sean is also interested in this place, hahaha. This shows that we have good vision. We can get Mr. Sean's approval. What kind of real estate projects does Mr. Sean plan to look at? I think we can cooperate." Xili

George said with a smile.

"I'm going to build a gym here. Let's forget about cooperation. Your place is not clean." Sean objected directly.

The corner of Cyril George's mouth twitched, and he was completely numb.

By saying this, you are not showing your sincerity, you are here to slap me in the face!

Damn, your umbrella is really awesome, but you can’t give me no face at all.

The Irish gang has been entrenched in Los Angeles for more than 200 years. To say it is deeply rooted is an understatement.

Although the business scope has been greatly reduced due to the rise of Hispanics and blacks, in terms of strength, the Irish gangs are not bad.

Just keep a low profile.

As we all know, there are two major mafias in the United States, the Irish Mafia and the Italian Mafia.

Other criminal organizations can only be called gangs.

Even though he was angry, Cyril George still did not show off his face like Bertram. Instead, he forced a smile and said: "This matter cannot be decided by me alone. I need to discuss it with many people up and down."

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"Time is too hasty, Mr. Sean, look, how about I reply to you later?"

Sean looked at his watch, "Okay, I'll wait for you 24 hours!"

After saying that, regardless of whether Cyril George agreed or not, he turned around and left.

Seeing Sean's motorcade leaving the door of the villa, Cyril George's face grew cold a little.

A young man walked up behind Cyril and said with an irritated look: "Fuck him, just kill him!"

Cyril turned back and glanced sideways at the young man, "If you can do it, I don't care."

"Uh..." The corners of the young man's mouth twitched. He was just dissatisfied and wanted to get excited.

It's not like he hasn't seen Sean's car, it looks like the President of the United States' car.

This guy is not like Kennedy, who doesn’t even wear a helmet when doing a convertible...

"Don't fart if you don't have that ability!" Cyril turned around and walked towards the house, leaving only one sentence.

"Then what should we do? If someone really comes to the door and says something, let's obediently hand over the plot of land immediately." Seven of the young people were dissatisfied and eight of them said angrily.

Cyril waved his hand and said nothing.

That night, the Irish Mafia in Los Angeles held a high-level meeting.

"Tell me everything."

"What's there to say? I know what everyone is thinking. They all think that we can't defeat the Umbrella's force!" A man with a slicked back hair and sunken corners of his mouth said coldly: "But, if you give in now, then

What’s behind?”

"Yes, it's not impossible for us to develop in another area. The impact won't be that big."

"But the question is who can guarantee that this is not a test by Sean?"

"Yes!" Someone echoed at this point: "The four major gangs on 18th Street had previously spread rumors that Jonas had found them and that the Jonas family was going to enter Los Angeles and even the entire California. This should not be false news.

"

"Los Angeles is so big. The southern part is in the hands of Latinos and blacks. There are Italians and Jews in Hollywood. We Irish are only in the north. Now that Jonas is going to enter Los Angeles, who will give up the territory?" Another person expressed support.

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Everyone was talking about it, and everyone's focus was not on that plot of land at all.

Once this land is in their hands, they won't spend too much money to develop it. The Irish Mafia's main business is not real estate. They don't understand it, and they don't have the guts to invest hundreds of millions of dollars in development at once.

What they are afraid of is that Sean will target their Irish gang and deal with them just like he dealt with the Dimeo Group.

"Then if a war breaks out, how will it be resolved?" Cyril asked the question.

Da Beitou snorted and said: "What are you afraid of? The protective umbrella is powerful, it is a warship and a missile, but he can't launch missiles towards Los Angeles, what are you afraid of!"

"Even if there is a firefight, he dares to use armed helicopters or armored vehicles!"

"He doesn't dare!"

"As long as you don't use these, what's so scary?"

"If you are afraid of this, then just pack up and leave now."

Everyone nodded, it was a matter of interest and there was no room for compromise.

That's it. Let's find out what Sean wants to do first.

…

Although both sides rejected it, their reactions were mixed.

Bertram Bain was waiting for Sean to step down, and the Irishman was waiting for Sean to make a move.

However, this doesn't matter to Sean.

Anyway, I expressed my ‘sincerity’.

What sincerity?

Isn’t it sincere enough to come to your door in person?

Later, it’s time to show off your muscles.

At the end of the day, this is what you have to look at in the end.

…

In a bar, the music is deafening.

On the stage, the striptease girl kept twisting her waist around the pole, teasing a group of LSPs below the stage.

In the corner, a group of people with messy tattoos were having a drink with their arms around women.

An old black man patted the thigh of the woman next to him. The woman stood up, the man stood up and walked out. The woman in a B-skirt caught up and took a step forward and took hold of the old black man's arm.

Seeing the two men walking to the bathroom corridor, not far away, two men stood up and followed them. After walking a few meters, another man stood up and followed them.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Lao Hei standing there. The woman next to him stretched out her hand to support him. Lao Hei was peeing comfortably.

"Hiss" Lao Hei trembled in comfort, and the woman holding him next to him giggled and squatted down.

The two people who followed walked directly towards Lao Hei, and the other person behind him turned around and stood at the bathroom door, blocking the door.

He took out a handkerchief with one hand and shook it. He took out a small bottle with the other hand and opened it. Some transparent liquid was poured directly onto the handkerchief.

The man came behind Lao Hei who was enjoying it with his eyes closed. He thrust out his left hand, grabbed Lao Hei's chin and lifted it hard, and covered it with the handkerchief in his right hand.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Lao Hei was immediately dragged out and struggled hard.

The squatting woman suddenly realized that her mouth was empty. She raised her head with a blank look on her face. Before she could close her mouth, a black and hard penis was inserted directly into her.

pistol!

"boom!"

In the woman's horrified eyes, a knife was slashed on the woman's neck. The woman stared blankly and fell directly into the bathroom.

On the other side, the old black chin was forcibly choked, with no room for resistance. He took a big breath and sucked in all the liquid on the handkerchief into his lungs, and soon stopped struggling.

(The choke is a killer move. The direction of force is not backward, but diagonally upward... don’t try it!)

Seeing that Lao Hei's struggle was getting weaker and weaker, he lowered his hand covering his mouth and nose and put the handkerchief back into his pocket.

The two of them used an arm each to lift up the half-conscious black man, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

At the door of the bar, the two doormen laughed loudly when they saw Lao Hei being dragged out for drinking too much so early...

Get in the car, leave, and after driving a few hundred meters, the car stops again.

There was a cold chain transport truck parked on the roadside. The door of the truck was opened, and Old Hei was taken off and thrown directly in.

There were many big hooks hanging on the top of the cold chain truck. He lifted up the dazed Lao Hei and hung his neck directly on the big hooks.

‘Pfft’……

Lao Hei, who was hanging in the air, seemed to wake up briefly for a while. The hands and feet of the corpse in the air danced twitchingly for a while, and drops of blood fell from the place where the iron hook penetrated.

Neither of them looked, got out of the car, closed the door, drove, and left.

There are many goals tonight...

…

At the entrance of a villa, four men in gray clothes got out of the car and walked towards the courtyard wall of the villa.

When there were still more than ten meters away, someone raised his hand and threw a few things in.

Half a minute later, the four people approached, and the flashlights in their hands emitted a light blue light. The light was very weak, and nothing could be seen from a little further away.

Two big dogs were lying on the ground in the yard, their tongues hanging out and motionless.

Climb over the wall to enter, open the door, and then close the door after everyone has entered.

Standing at the gate of the villa, one person took out a set of tools and fiddled with it a few times, twisting it slightly, and the gate slowly opened.

As soon as they entered, the four people had a clear division of labor and went straight to their respective goals. It was obvious that they had a clear understanding of the internal structure of the villa.

One person went straight to the worker's room on the first floor, his footsteps inaudible. The door of the worker's room was open. This was the person responsible for guarding at night.

Of course, you can't expect a gang to be as good as the Secret Service.

There is a dog guarding the house and a light sleeper listening, so he is already very alert and wants to do something else.

Walking to the door of the worker's room, the man in gray clothes raised his hand, and an exquisite hand crossbow suddenly appeared in his hand.

There was an infrared sight on the hand crossbow, and a red dot landed on the forehead of the guy in the worker's room.

"stretch"

'puff'

From a distance of three meters, most of the short steel crossbow arrows were shot into the head, and the man lay dead before he could say a word.

Upstairs, the three of them each walked to the door of a room.

They each took out a syringe, opened a small bottle that they brought with them, drew out a tube of liquid, and pushed it gently into the space under the door.

A stream of liquid was sprayed in.

After doing this for a few minutes, several people quietly opened the door and took a look inside.

Finally found the target.

The three of them walked softly to the bed, where a naked Hispanic man was lying on the bed, with his mouth open, and real snores coming from his mouth.

There were two women with big butts and big breasts lying next to them, one on the left and one on the right.

The three of them looked at each other and took out the vials and opened them again. The mouth of the bottle was pointed directly at their mouths and noses.

More than a minute later, the three of them fell into coma.

One person dragged the man on the bed and carried him on his back and walked directly downstairs. The other two searched the house and found a hidden safe in the shoe cabinet under a wardrobe.

At this moment, the man in gray, who had just completed the murder mission on the first floor, had already driven in and parked at the door.

The living person was thrown into the car and the safe was put into the trunk. While the three of them were busy, the first man in gray was wrapping the body in a bed sheet and wiping away some of the blood splattered around it.

Finally, he took out a bottle of spray, which he prepared to carry with him. It can react with blood.

Sean didn't understand the principle, but after spraying it, the blood stains completely disappeared.

Close the door and leave. After two hours, the two dogs twitched for a while and slowly got up...

…

In the middle of the night, a car was driving fast on the road.

In the car, an old black man with a big gold chain on his body was driving.

In the back row, a man was sitting, and a woman was half-lying on the man and working hard. From time to time, the man brushed away the woman's long hanging hair.

This must be seen to make you feel better.

Just as he was getting comfortable, he suddenly heard an engine roaring from behind. The man looked sideways and saw that a sports car with a blue face was catching up and driving closely together.

The window of the sports car was rolled down, and a white man stretched out his arm, as if extending his thumb here, then turned his hand and pointed downward with his thumb.

A burst of laughter came from the car.

"Fake!" Lao Hei cursed loudly, "Go after them and teach them a lesson!"

This is a very common provocative behavior in the United States. It is nothing more than a chance encounter on the road. Everyone is racing cars to find excitement.

The only difference is that today it is a group of white people who are making trouble.

Good guy, we absolutely cannot let this go, we must win!

The roar of the engine sounded, and both sides accelerated wildly. They didn't care whether the light was red or not, and started racing like crazy.

It's just that the old gangsters didn't notice it at all, and the route became more and more remote.

You chased me for a while, and suddenly, the provocative white vehicle suddenly slowed down and braked.

Lao Hei, who was wailing and shouting excitedly, passed by with a 'swish' before he could react.

Before they could figure out what was going on, they didn't have time to celebrate. They just subconsciously slowed down and looked back to see what happened.

A dump truck with no headlights suddenly rushed out next to it. With a "boom", Lao Hei's sports car was directly hit and flew into the air.

The dump truck had no intention of slowing down.

The sports car was hit and rolled over for more than 30 meters. The car was completely deformed. The dump truck that caught up with it swerved slightly and disappeared into the night.

Immediately afterwards, a van drove up and stopped in front of the old black sports car.

The carriage opened, one person was pulling a steel cable, and another person was pushing a heavy supermarket trolley down.

The cart was inserted and rolled under the sports car on the side of the road. After a few quick presses, the front of the sports car was jacked up, the cable was hung up, the winch in the car was turned, and a simple trailer, including the car and the people, was dragged directly into the van.

within.

Less than five minutes passed. Using this time, the two men picked up the large pieces of debris that had been knocked around and threw them into the van.

The night wind blew by, and except for broken glass on the ground, nothing of value was left at the scene.

No blood is missing...

…

In the bar, the boss didn't come back for a long time, and everyone didn't care. They just thought that the boss was having a good time.

Until the woman who had been knocked unconscious woke up from the toilet, and after a while, a scream sounded.

A group of people started making a fuss and soon alerted the person in charge of the bar.

After some questioning, I finally learned from the two men guarding the gate that their boss was drunk and had been taken away.

Boss, lost it?

Kidnapped?

…

In the villa, it wasn't until the next morning when people in other rooms woke up that they discovered that the boss had disappeared out of thin air!

There were only two sleeping naked women left on the bed.

Even the person responsible for security downstairs was missing.

At first, I thought the boss had gone out, but he couldn't come back if he waited.

Finally a group of people realized something was wrong.

Boss, lost it?

Lost quietly under the noses of a group of people?

…

By noon, news slowly spread that a total of eight gang bosses or important figures in the gangs were missing nearby.

19 people in total.

Except for a woman in the bar who was knocked unconscious after seeing half a person, there are no clues about the other missing people.

Some disappeared quietly, and some disappeared out of thin air under the eyes of everyone.

No one called the police.

But the police were very well-informed and everyone knew the news.

Of course, not calling the police does not mean that the police will not investigate the case.

After taking so much money, I must come out to find someone at this time.

The police have discussed internally that the perpetrators must have been professionally trained, had monitored these people for a long time, and were extremely familiar with the whereabouts of the missing persons.

That's why we can make people disappear without anyone noticing.

The method was too professional.

Professionalism is scary.

The crime must have been committed by a gang, and the gang was quite large.

After some discussion, the police immediately decided to set up a special task force to investigate the case in private.

You have to know who did it!

Justice must be served to the gangs!

How can we do business when people on the road are in panic?

It doesn't matter whether the case is officially filed or not. The police must uphold justice and nip criminals in the cradle.

Of course, what's more important is that the police are also very uneasy.

What they fear most is that the targets are not simply gang members, but law enforcers like them...

…

South of Los Angeles, in the Long Beach Pier area, inside a cold storage.

There were skinned cows hanging on rows of big iron hooks, but in one corner, there were corpses hanging on more than a dozen hooks.

Next to the corpse stood several people wrapped in cotton coats. If you look closely, you will find that they are wearing nothing under the cotton coats. Their bare feet are stepping on the cold cement floor, and several people are shivering from the cold.

You can't sit still, as it will make you colder if you don't move.

Several people's hair and eyebrows were covered with frost, and none of them spoke. They only glanced at the hanging corpse uncontrollably from time to time.

Many of them were acquainted with them, or were their subordinates, but they were all freezing at the moment.

They didn't know where this place was, and they were already here when they woke up.

After many hours, they were still alive, which meant that the people who captured them still had use for them.

Otherwise, they would also be hanging here like those corpses.

But no one has come to them, and now they must persist in surviving.

You can't just freeze to death without knowing it's working.

…

In a hotel on the border of Inglewood and southern Los Angeles.

"He did it, absolutely!"

If you look at it from the middle, one side of the hotel is brown and the other side is black.

There are four waves of people in four directions, and people from the four major gangs sit opposite each other on the table in the middle.

"What you said is all fucking nonsense. We all know it was him. The question is, how do we respond!"

"How do I know? I don't know where the person is!"

"So, why did you call everyone here? Just listen to your bullshit complaints here." The leader of the Crip Gang sang directly in RAP.

"If you don't think it's necessary, you can go, no one will stop you." The boss of Florentosa 13 crossed his arms and looked at the leader of the Crip Gang coldly.

"Okay, you say." The lame gang leader shrugged. It was impossible to leave because he was afraid of being betrayed.

"I don't have a way, and you can't have one either!" The people in Florence glanced at the other three people, and then continued: "I passed the news to the police, and you must have spread the word."

"I guess it's useless. The protective umbrella cooperates with the police, so the police may not get involved." Tony from the Blood Gang shook his head.

"The information I got is just the opposite. The partners of the protective umbrella are the mayor and the police chief, and they have nothing to do with the people below." The boss of Florence laughed, "The police are more anxious than us now."

"Hey, what do you say?" Everyone became curious.

"My people told me that the top management feels that the Jonas family is a difficult target to deal with because of its protective umbrella and the wealthy Sean. In comparison, they would rather have the underground forces in Los Angeles under our control."

Everyone looked happy, but gradually turned ugly.

No matter how you listen to this, it sounds like you are saying that compared to Jonas, they are just a bunch of little trash and are easier to manipulate.

If Jonas enters Los Angeles, the situation between the police and criminals may change greatly.

This is something many people within the police do not want to see.

No one would be happy to be regarded as a piece of trash, but now, being a piece of trash has become an advantage.

Gan!

"Don't think so much, otherwise, who of you would be willing to have a chance encounter with Jonas?" The boss of Florence spread his hands indifferently.

Everyone shook their heads silently and said, "I can't find anyone anywhere. It's just a piece of cake."

The meeting adjourned soon after, and after some discussion, everyone felt at peace.

Well, lie down flat.

Shrink your power and let your subordinates stay in hiding lately and don't show up.

The other side cooperated vigorously with the police to really catch those people who were doing the work.

Once you find someone, things will be easier to handle.

Even if no one is arrested, everyone still has a bargaining chip.

…

"Boss, the work here is not finished yet, and you are arranging work for me again!" Armstrong looked at Sean with a wry smile, "Capitalists can't exploit people like this!"

"You are now also a member of the capitalists, you have to be aware, OK!"

"Uh... okay." Armstrong slapped his forehead heavily.

The dragon slayer finally turned into an evil dragon.

"Let me mobilize some more people to come over. This project is quite large!" Armstrong looked at the large pile of information in his hand and shook his head with a headache.

The top two photos are clearly the two deputy chiefs of the Los Angeles Police Department.

All leaders at all levels within the entire Los Angeles Police Department system are included.

Everyone's information Sean needs.

The right way is to know your enemy and yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

If you want to corrupt someone... ahem, Sean must know who he can win over and who he cannot win over.

In fact, he didn't want to go to such trouble. He could only say that the police chief was a fool.

You can't even control your subordinates, what the hell!

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9,000 words, adjust the status, and strive for 10,000 words tomorrow.

In addition, the author was not allowed to reveal the plot...

This year’s readers are so picky!