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Chapter 278 Contribution

(I coded 2,000 words for a friend today... I can only get 8,000)

Jonas shouted with a straight face: "I won't allow you to insult the police!"

After saying that, Jonas smiled again, leaned over and pressed his elbow on Cyril's shoulder, "Hey, if the police all fulfill their duties, are not afraid of life and death, do not accept bribes, and do not show favoritism, then there will be no living space for us.

"

"You have been arrested and sent to jail a long time ago."

"So, instead of blaming the police for this matter, why not think about what you should do now?"

"After killing so many of us, do you think you can walk out of here alive!" Cyril stared at Jonas, his eyes blood red.

Everyone is just here to hang out, so they are not so naive.

Why did Jonas come to him alone and not anyone else?

What is the difference between him and the other four leaders?

He was cleansed, and he managed the property of the Irish gang, visible and invisible, all properties.

Before, his attention was still on the hotel, hoping that the other three people could turn defeat and the police could crush Sean's conspiracy.

As a result, they are all fucking trash!

Now that his attention was back, Cyril finally figured out the meaning of his life.

However, if you really hand it over, what value will you have?

Still alive?

Cyril, who has been in the mafia for so many years, knows very well that all the damn rules and damn credibility are all fucking bullshit.

The Mafia is a criminal organization, everyone just wants to make money, everything else is bullshit!

"Don't say that. This is the United States. We are all Americans. Where are the Irish? According to you, am I still an African?"

Jonas laughed and continued: "You are a white man, how can you complain so much? I, a black man, have not said anything about race. Okay, okay, let's get down to business."

"Come out to hang out, why?"

"Don't tell me you are for the great ideals of Irish independence or something." As he spoke, Jonas shook his head with a funny expression.

"I don't believe you." Cyril was silent for a while and then said.

Talking is definitely necessary.

if not?

Drag Jonas to die together?

"Then who do you believe?" Jonas wasn't angry either.

"I want to see Sean, and I want him to give me his guarantee in person in public." Cyril thought about it for a long time and said every word.

"No way!" Jonas shook his head.

"Sean is Sean, the umbrella is the umbrella, and I am me." Jonas said with a smile: "We all have different roles and are responsible for different things. Let's put it this way, Sean will not commit crimes."

"I know what you are thinking. You feel that this matter was done by the umbrella side, but I tell you that you are wrong. We have enough manpower to make mistakes on this point. There is no need to interfere with each other.

This is safe, why don’t you also clear your name?”

Umbrella is a formal company, and it accepts formal business contracts. The partners it cooperates with are either the government or super capital, and it does not participate in crimes.

At least that's the case here in the United States.

Even if an individual person within the umbrella commits a crime, it has nothing to do with the company. It is called personal behavior, and the law will only judge the individual, not the company.

Just like when someone in a bank violates regulations and takes other people's money, that is a personal act, a personal violation of the law, whether it is theft or fraud, it has nothing to do with the bank itself.

What is a corporate violation, such as tax evasion, false accounting, research on biological weapons, etc. This is called corporate behavior.

If the company does not break the law, the company will not fail.

If the company is in his name, Sean will be confident.

Sean has confidence, Jonas and the others have confidence.

Cyril frowned. Of course he understood what Jonas said. Criminals, how can criminals not understand the law?

"But I don't believe you." Cyril's surrender was certain, unless he wanted to die.

But he doesn't want to die, he has money, the Irish Mafia has money, and he wants to live longer.

I still want to enjoy life.

"It doesn't matter." Jonas shook his head and said with a smile: "Then do you believe in your money? Do you believe in the power of Daole?"

"I want all the legal assets in your hands."

"You can take away those illegal assets, or you can find a way to deal with them and take the money with you. You can go wherever you want."

"Like Canada, like Japan, like Europe, whatever you want."

"If you need it, I can also help you exchange it into the currency of other countries."

"Canadian dollars, British pounds, Japanese yen, Hong Kong dollars, Australian dollars, whatever you want."

"Gifts are taxable." Cyril pursed his lips and said.

"Of course, I'm a legal citizen." Jonas laughed, "I never evade taxes!"

"I want to transfer the funds first, and then transfer the assets." Cyril thought for a while and said.

"Okay." Jonas agreed immediately, "I'm not afraid that you will regret it. I don't believe you are so stupid to think that you can escape without a trace, right?"

Jonas came closer again, stared into Cyril's eyes and said: "You don't want to take that money into the coffin, right? You always have to spend it, enjoy life, have a villa, and have love.

People should have luxury cars, yachts, and enter the upper class, right?"

Cyril swallowed, Jonas put too much pressure on him.

As I just said, he needs it, and high consumption cannot be hidden.

This is also the reason why he feels insecure.

Nodding somewhat dejectedly, Cyril breathed his last breath, and the aura of a gangster in his whole body disappeared instantly.

At this moment, Cyril is a decadent fat man.

"Finally, let me give you another guarantee." Jonas put his arm around Cyril's neck, looked down at him, and said with a smile on his lips: "As the leader of the Irish Mafia, call all the gang leaders in Los Angeles.

I want to take over your territory legitimately in front of everyone."

"At the same time, this is also for your own good. With so many people witnessing it, even if I want to show it to my colleagues in Los Angeles and California, I won't touch you." Jonas patted Cyril's belly boldly.

Fat meat.

"Do you know the difference between me and ordinary underground forces?"

Cyril raised his head and smiled flatteringly, "I don't know."

"I'm not short of money!" Jonas patted Cyril's big belly again, smiled and turned away, "Okay, I'll wait for your news, as soon as possible."

"I don't like procrastination." Jonas bowed his hands without looking back, and walked out in a swagger.

Cyril followed Jonas and watched him walk out of the villa door. The 20 men behind him just watched quietly.

No one spoke, and the morale of the 20 men was completely shattered by the big explosion.

It's too bad, everyone is not on the same level.

People's hearts are scattered.

Cyril wanted to leave, and so did his men.

"ε=(′ο｀*))) Sigh." Cyril sighed heavily and walked toward the villa with his waist slightly bent. "I'm ready to leave to England. Those who are willing to follow can follow. If not,

I'll get you some money."

The United States cannot stay here any longer.

…

"Sean, what do you want to do! Are you crazy?" Tom called after seeing the explosion scene on TV.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Sean took the phone farther away, and after Tom finished ranting, he said, "What are you talking about, why don't I understand."

"Don't act stupid, I know, everyone knows!"

"So?" Sean asked with a smile: "How much loss did the police suffer?"

Tom was stunned and didn't know how to answer. It was certain that some people were injured by stones, but it was impossible to say how big the damage was.

If no one dies, or not many die, it is not a loss.

After all, they are all contract workers.

"Then, which distinguished gentleman has suffered any loss?" Sean asked again.

Tom: "..."

"So, what's the problem? I don't understand, in this world where nearly 4,000 fires have just burned and more than 1,000 buildings have been destroyed, is this a big deal?" Sean asked again.

After being asked such continuous questions by Sean, Tom suddenly felt that, yes, just a hundred people died, it seemed, probably, it was really not a big deal...

But, you fucking dropped so many explosives in the city!

"Okay, dear Mayor Tom, let some small things go with the wind. Our top priority now should be how to complete the reconstruction task of Los Angeles better and faster, instead of focusing on these trivial things.

Do the pestering.”

"This time I will invest 500 million US dollars in Los Angeles. It's 500 million. Isn't this enough to make you excited?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Sean, it seems that we have time to talk about the construction of Los Angeles. I believe that it is because of kind-hearted and insightful people like Mr. Sean that Los Angeles will become better.

"Tom laughed loudly.

"I think so too." A strange smile appeared on Sean's face.

"Oh, by the way, someone will contact the city government later. I heard that there is a philanthropist who is very sad about the previous situation in Los Angeles and is ready to step forward and donate a sum of money."

"Oh, this is really, really great." Tom seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile.

…

After coming out of Cyril's villa, the smile on Jonas's face never faded, and he looked in high spirits.

After getting in the car, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go back!"

The plan to insert himself into Los Angeles was basically completed successfully, and Jonas breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, deal with the beginning and the end and that's it.

Hurrying back to the temporary stronghold, six people on the mission had returned.

I gave each of them a big hug, which was emotional.

Of course I won't be stingy financially either.

Six suitcases were pushed over and opened one by one. They were piled high with piles of U.S. dollars.

For a moment, the six murderous guys were breathing rapidly.

It's all money, and obviously cash has more impact than a check.

One million per person!

This was a million dollars in the 1980s.

What concept?

According to media statistics, in the past ten years, countless robberies, large and small, have occurred in the United States.

Excluding those that were unsuccessful and only counting the successful robberies, the average amount of money obtained from each successful robbery is only about 30,000 US dollars.

This is because large amounts are spread out, which increases the level of robbery per capita.

The most famous one is the "New York Heist" two years ago, in which an unnamed person led a professional gang to rob $45 million in one go.

Excluding this super robber, in fact, the most successful armed robbery in the past decade only took over 3 million US dollars.

Further back in time was the 1972 Union Bank robbery in California, where seven robbers broke into the bank and stole $30 million in assets from the safe.

Note that it is assets and not cash. It is very dangerous to liquidate it, more dangerous than robbing a bank, and you won’t get much money if you liquidate it.

And this is also the largest bank robbery that has occurred in the United States before a certain unnamed being!

So, 6 million in cash is really, really a lot.

It's just a matter of selling your life once and having a complete escape plan.

According to Sean's original design, even if the six people did not use the chaos to rob the police car and run away, they would be rescued on the way to the detention center. The route had already been explored and the manpower was ready.

Unless you are unlucky, it is difficult to die.

Jonas just smiled and watched the six people howling, jumping, and yelling to vent their anger.

After a long time, after the six people's excitement had subsided, Jonas smiled and said: "Okay, you can take your time to do the happy things, don't be in a hurry."

"Although the police haven't seen what you look like and are still blind now, it's best not to stay in the United States for the time being. We'll send you to the ship in a while. You can get off halfway and fly to Kata at any airport."

Hener.”

"It's not convenient to carry cash, but it doesn't matter. We have it over there. You can spend it however you want, just withdraw the money from the branch over there."

"Cartagena is our territory. You can play however you want. Just say hello to the brothers over there."

This set of processes was designed by Sean.

Anyone who has completed their mission and wants to escape for a while and relax goes to Cartagena.

There is a one-stop service prepared by Sean.

Food, accommodation, entertainment, women, luxury houses, yachts...everything you can think of is available.

If you need anything, just make a phone call and someone will come to make arrangements in person.

Assembly line work.

Of course, the money spent will not be less.

Money must always be recycled!

Come from me, return to me.

As soon as you pass by, the money turns into service income, isn't it clean?

"Long live the boss!" Six people raised their hands in the air and cheered loudly.

Jonas took them all the way from the dock in Long Beach to the ship, which was a large ship transporting raw meat to Colombia. The corpses were also on the ship.

Bringing a few more people is simply not easy.

And those corpses will be thrown directly back into nature after entering the Pacific Ocean.

There is no death, only disappearance.

The intensity of investigation into disappearance cases in any country is completely incomparable to homicide cases.

After sending these six people away, Jonas felt relieved. As for the manpower issue.

Manpower has never been a problem, New Jersey has it, Columbia has it too.

Some people who don't want to work under the umbrella will join the Jonas family and enter a semi-retirement state after taking a back seat.

This is a retirement plan designed by Sean. Of course, you can retire directly, but generally not.

The battlefield syndrome is quite severe and you cannot adapt to normal social life. This kind of semi-retirement life is more free.

Of course, umbrella employees who are on vacation can also come to Jonas to take on private work.

Sean finally figured out how to play these American soldiers...

After wandering around, Jonas quietly found Rod King, the last target who needed to be comforted.

"How is it? Have you recovered?" Jonas asked with a smile.

"It's a bit difficult. I still need help when I poop." Sitting in a wheelchair, Rod King shrugged with a smile. The injuries on his face were mostly healed, and all the sutures were removed.

But after a hundred days of breaking the muscles and bones, even soft tissue contusions and bone fractures are not so easy to heal.

"However, it doesn't stop me from enjoying life anymore." As he said that, Rod King shook his butt a few times, "If it doesn't work, let them do it on their own."

The two of them burst into laughter immediately.

Lao Hei, that’s understandable.

After chatting for a while, Jonas got to the point and said, "The court is going to reopen here."

"Yes, there are only a few days left, and the trial will be re-opened." Rhodes nodded.

"Well, I still can't arrange a better lawyer for you this time, but it doesn't matter, because the court will favor you in this matter, and the jury will not obstruct it. The top priority in Los Angeles now is to resume production and construction. You

This must be a thing of the past for him."

"I should be able to compensate you a lot of money, maybe several million."

"Hahaha, then I will become a rich man." Rhodes laughed loudly happily, it was just a beating, it was so fucking profitable.

"Well, you deserve it. Now that this matter is over, do you want to go somewhere to play? Move away from Los Angeles for a while."

"I never thought about it, whatever. Once I get rich, I want to travel around and see the world. The world is so big." Rhodes shrugged, looking a little lonely, "Actually, I want to go back to my hometown to see."

"Hometown?" Jonas was stunned.

"Africa, go back and see where the black people are making their voices heard." Rhodes said calmly.

Homecoming? Jonas heard Sean explain this word and found it particularly exciting. Just a few pronunciations can represent so many meanings, like an alien language.

Rabbits are cultured!

"You said, are black people really that bad?" Rhodes frowned, suddenly looked up at Jonas and asked.

During this period of time, he couldn't do anything because of his injury. He just paid attention to the news every day. After all, it was him who caused it.

This experience was something he had never had before.

Before that, he spent his time fooling around. After retiring, he only had alcohol and women to accompany him.

In the past half month of following the news, from the perspective of a participant, he suddenly received so much information, which made Rhodes involuntarily think a lot along with the various evaluations on TV.

The feeling of a chimpanzee starting to use his brain.

"Why do you ask that? Did someone tell you something?" Jonas frowned and his expression suddenly became serious.

Affirmative action organization?

Jonas remembers Sean's warning to stay away from political groups.

"Oh, that's not true." Rhodes quickly shook his head. He knew the rules and just stated what he had been thinking about during this time.

"Hahaha, what did I think it was?" Jonas laughed, "If you ask me these things, I don't know how to answer you. After all, I am not a sociologist or anything like that. As for me,

Tell me what you said to me over there."

"If you divide the role played by all parties in the Los Angeles incident into one hundred parts, you, Rod King, account for at most 8%, maybe less."

"This is because we planned and triggered the whole incident, so you overestimate your influence. This matter has nothing to do with you. With or without you, this matter will happen sooner or later. This is a social contradiction.

Racial conflict.”

"I don't know if black people are born bad, but I have given you a few chestnuts. If there is a job opportunity and everyone can do it, who will the boss choose?"

"The answer is a white man."

"If a white person is unwilling to do the job, without external influence, the boss will choose an Asian, especially a Chinese, because he will be given the least money and will do the best job."

"If Asians cannot be chosen for a special reason, then the boss will choose Hispanics, because in terms of appearance and blood, they are most similar to whites, including culture, habits, religion, language, yes, language, black people

The tone of speech is completely different from that of white people, and Latinos are just like them."

"Only when there is no choice, bosses are willing to choose black people. This is a fact. Without jobs, people have to commit crimes to survive. If the crime rate is too high, bosses will not like hiring, and it will be a vicious circle."

"Don't refute me first." Jonas interrupted Rod King and asked: "Tell me, when you spend money to find women, do you choose more black women or Latin American women with big butts?"

Jonas smiled and crossed his fingers.

Rod King looked confused. He didn't expect that Jonas could ask such a question at such a serious moment.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Rhodes had to say, well, if he had money, he would call a white girl with a big ass. If he didn't have that much money, he would call a Latin American hottie. He would only do it if he had no other choice.

Call a black man.

After all, who doesn’t love exotic locales?

"So, you see, in the field of female branch girls, even black people can't compete with them." Jonas spread his hands.

"This is the current situation of society. If it weren't for the fear of being labeled as racist, there wouldn't be so many black people in Hollywood, and there wouldn't be black people in movies except for villains."

"So, don't be burdened. The fact is that you are less worth mentioning than you think. Your existence will have no impact on the world at all, whether it is life or death."

"Living well is the greatest contribution you can make to this world."

"Now, tell me, are you feeling better?"

Rhodes' face was twisted, he gritted his teeth, and after a while he held back two words, "Fake!"

But after saying that, he felt better. After all, he was not a pervert. It was normal for him to feel a burden after causing such a bad influence.

Guilt and all that, it was all fucking ridiculed.

Looking at Rhodes's appearance, Jonas burst out laughing, shushing!

The last time Sean told him, the sarcasm was even stronger.

"Okay, when will black people stand up?" Rhodes asked a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

Jonas smiled and bent down to flick Rhode's crotch, "I don't know either, but let's just say that when black people account for more than 40% of the population, so work hard."

Well, Rhode subconsciously bent over to cover it, but a smile appeared on his face.

He didn't understand why, but having more people was not a bad thing.

…

After comforting Rod again, Jonas left. In the car, he felt relaxed.

After people finish a big task, they will feel a sense of relaxation, mentally.

However, due to overexertion, the physical tension is difficult to eliminate.

so……

Jonas took out his phone and dialed, "Whitney, I heard you're still in Los Angeles."

"Yeah, my agent asked me to participate in more public activities recently about anti-riots, anti-racial discrimination, and mourning the dead, you know." Whitney Houston said lazily on the phone.

After the Los Angeles riots, celebrities, entertainers, politicians, and all kinds of people began to appear on stage and began to divide the traffic after the riots.

As a black star, Whitney Houston naturally has to stand up and exert her influence and organize black people to perform some show activities to improve her status among black people and her influence in society.

The public image must be maintained.

"We are never done with work, come on, have a meal together and relax." Jonas extended the invitation.

In New Jersey, Jonas is a black 'star', the most famous one.

For a black singer who also comes from his hometown, Jonas can pity him for a long time.

Especially after hearing what Sean said...

Ahem, what I mean is that Whitney has met them and heard of their names.

"Oh, who have you invited?" Whitney asked on the other end of the phone.

"No matter how many people you invite, they are just giving you the most beautiful flower as a foil, so it doesn't matter, right?" After being forced to read more, Jonas's useless knowledge increased.

A burst of silvery laughter came from the phone, and Whitney smiled and agreed.

Black people will not discriminate against a "capable" person, they will only admire him.

Well, most people in the United States will not discriminate against the Mafia or core members of gangs. This is a good profession.

Not to mention mafia leaders.

After hanging up the phone, Jonas laughed, as if his physical fatigue disappeared instantly.

Yes, this is equivalent to Whitney agreeing to date him.

As for Whitney being used by Sean...

What a deal.

Jonas doesn't mind being in the same camp as his brother.

Maybe we can communicate together in the future.

Besides, he knew that Sean would never do such a stupid thing as falling in love with someone.

I arrived at my place of stay in a happy mood, a villa near Santa Monica Beach, with a great view.

Jonas paid for it himself.

Not long after, Whitney arrived and gave her a big hug.

In fact, Whitney was very curious about mafia life, but Sean had never mentioned these things before.

While preparing a dinner for Whitney alone, Jonas was chatting happily with Whitney when Sean's call suddenly came.

"Is everything done?"

“All done!”

"Did you call Tom?"

"Ah!" Jonas slapped his forehead. After finishing the matter, he was so busy relaxing and thinking about money that he forgot about it.

"Fake, as soon as possible!" Sean cursed, "Where is that noise from you?"

"Haha, I'm inviting Whitney Houston to dinner, what do you think, do you want to come over?" Jonas chuckled.

Damn it, Sean rolled his eyes. He had no interest in that. "Okay, hurry up and I'll hang up. By the way, watch your mouth. You can suck things but don't speak nonsense."

"OK." Jonas agreed and hung up the phone.

"who?"

"Sean." Jonas replied casually, "Wait a minute, I'll make a call."

Having said that, he didn't shy away from Whitney either, it was all fair and aboveboard.

"Mr. Tom, I am Jonas. Yes, as a black man, I feel sad and angry about what happened in Los Angeles before. I feel that I should do something for the sake of my fellow black people and for Los Angeles."

"Yes, I am going to spend some money, but it is not just a donation."

"I am going to call on more black people to take to the streets to clean up garbage, clean up waste areas, and rescue supplies. Black people need to contribute their own power to rebuild Los Angeles. For this reason, I am willing to buy some daily necessities to distribute. This is not

Employment, this is a reward."

Well, this is what Sean taught him. The purpose is to learn from Frank Lucas, regularly distribute some supplies to black people, become a black civil leader and philanthropist, and improve his social status.

Whitney was listening with surprise in her eyes. She didn't expect Jonas to have such a side.

The image in his eyes suddenly became taller.

As you grow taller, many things will change.

When the water comes, it will take shape...

…

Jonas has something to do, win over people, and Sean has something to do.

Visit the police officers injured in previous gang fires and bombings.

Yes, the middle and high-level police officers knew that Sean was the mastermind.

After all, Cyril had just rejected Sean, and then the Irish Mafia was wiped out.

Free heart certificate.

But the thing is, Sean comes with ‘sincerity’!

If I had to add a number to this sincerity, it would be...

TV interview.

Sean has expressed his stance personally, so New Century Media will naturally follow up with its boss and sing praises to the Los Angeles police. Praise is indispensable.

This is the support the Los Angeles police need most at this moment. After all, the police's performance during the Los Angeles riots was too low and they were criticized by everyone across the country.

No matter white or black, everyone scolded them.

The police are also under great pressure.

Media is urgently needed to help restore a good image.

At the very least, the impact of previous incidents must be reduced.

This is more valuable to the police as a whole than millions, and it is more urgently needed.

Is it sincere enough!?

When shaking hands with the Los Angeles Police Department sergeant, deputy sergeant and others, Sean had this meaning on his face.

Sincere enough!!

The police chief didn't care, and the others could only hold their noses and admit it.

Who gave Sean the right to speak?

In exchange, even if the previous matter is revealed, this is just a PY transaction.

Politics, the art of compromise.

One side charges, the other finishes, perfect!

…

"The investigation is clear." Armstrong found Sean with a bunch of information. "As expected, Bertram Bain did something small. He arranged for someone to set fire there."

"A small gang that has secretly done many things for Bertram Bain over the years."

"However, the small gangs themselves don't know who they are working for. Bertram did it very secretly."

…

When I saw a reader mention copyright, I was originally going to reply directly, but... I got a 404 for posting a comment on my book...

7 days……

Let’s talk about it here.

When it comes to copyright, I feel quite honored. In theory, although Fireworks has the name of an American TV series, it actually does not involve any American TV series. It is purely a ploy and is my original work.

The trading rights of our copyrights are all in the hands of Qidian, which is the China Literature Group.

In addition, it is almost impossible to adapt my dark style, but of course, it is not impossible to adapt it as a crime film...

In terms of designing criminal methods,

Ahem... As the saying goes, a ruler is short and an inch is long.

What is professionalism?JPG