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Chapter 279 I was shocked

It was the same restaurant as last time, where Bertram Bain and another shareholder were having lunch.

"These people really went too far and actually caused bombings in Los Angeles." Bertram Bain lowered his head and said "casually" while eating.

The person next to him glanced at him and said, "Are you ready to promise Sean?"

"Hehe, hehe." Bertram Bain laughed dryly. There were some things that were not easy to talk about in the company.

I deliberately chose to do it while eating just to let other shareholders give me a step down.

In fact, the company is already looking for new locations.

Of course, the external statement must be to expand the target selection and be prepared.

"He didn't call you again?"

"No!" Bertram Bain smacked his lips.

"Don't worry too much. I've consulted a consulting firm recently about Sean's matter." Another shareholder put down his knife and fork and said, "Based on the detailed information provided there, I found that this guy does things in a measured way.

"

Bertram Bain raised his head and looked at Andy Milton in astonishment, with a sentence clearly written in his eyes, Brother, what are you blind about?

He got a ton of explosives and blew up the Irish hotel to the sky. How fucking measured is this?

Do you have any misunderstanding about propriety?

"Don't look at me like this, I know what he did, but that is the Irish Mafia's industry. It is different from us. He cannot and does not dare to use this method to deal with us. This is not the 19th century, nor is it

Chicago." Andy Milton said with certainty.

Bertram Bain opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment, but they were indeed different from the Irish.

He was relieved and felt a little embarrassed at the same time, but the scene he saw on TV yesterday really scared him.

It was really scary.

Submachine guns, grenades, and even Gatling appeared, and finally the entire hotel was blown up to the sky.

According to internal information, he learned that nearly a hundred people died inside.

If we add the more than 20 people who committed the attack the night before, that would be more than 100 people.

As someone who also rejected Sean, more than a hundred people were killed there in just one day.

This is no longer killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

This is killing tigers and horrifying**...

He really felt the same, and his whole body felt bad.

"I'm not afraid." Bertram Bain swallowed and forced a tough look on his face, "I just think the city government is too weak and the Los Angeles police are too weak. Such a bad thing happened.

, but no action was taken.”

"Humph, a bunch of trash who only waste taxpayers' money!"

Andy Milton wanted to laugh when he heard this, this guy is still so good-looking.

"We can take the initiative to talk to Sean later, um, about cooperation." Andy Milton decided to use a face-saving expression.

"Humph, you, go ahead, I don't want to see that arrogant guy." Bertram glanced over.

…

However, many times, the more you don't want something to happen, the more it will happen.

While they were talking, there was a sudden noise outside, and the two frowned slightly and stopped talking.

Bertram's two bodyguards looked at Sean and the group of bodyguards who were approaching, with extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

It was this group of people who made them lose face last time and were reprimanded by their boss.

This time, no matter what, it won’t work!

The two looked at each other, staring at Torre, who was nearly two meters tall and walking in the front, and opened his mouth to curse.

"Stop!"

"Stand there!"

"Fake!"

"I am going to kill you!"

After being scolded like this, Torre's face darkened, and then he showed a ferocious look. Just when he was about to rush up and teach the two guys a lesson...

The two suddenly turned around and faced each other, and one of them punched the other person in the face.

The man didn't show any weakness and punched him back hard, giving the other person a black eye.

Torre: "..."

Sean: "..."

These two people must be sick, why did they suddenly start having sex?

The two of them struggled fiercely, and it was obvious that they were not acting, as their faces were bruised and bruised.

Sean and the others stood there in fear, not daring to move, with horror written all over their faces. I have never seen this scene before.

Is this some brand new welcome ceremony?

I couldn't understand it, but I was shocked!

After the two of them fucked hard for a few times, they stopped, stood against the wall, and squatted down with their heads in their hands.

How skilled is this action...

Sean and the others looked at each other, as if they understood something.

This is because I know that I can't stop them, but I don't want to show too much incompetence, so I go to each other a few times to show that I am doing my best.

This feels like preparation in advance.

Damn it, he's a werewolf, and he's really capable of doing this to himself.

Of course, if the two of them really do their duty to stop it, Torre and the others will only be more ruthless.

Passing by the two of them, Sean stretched out his hand and patted their shoulders, his face full of appreciation, "You two are not qualified to be bodyguards!"

At this moment, Torre had opened the door, and Sean stepped in.

In fact, Bertram Bain's heart was beating wildly when he heard the sound of fighting outside. He always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Well, Sean showed up again.

Only this time, Bertram Bain knew Sean and did not need him to introduce himself.

Sean pulled up the chair and sat down by himself, "Mr. Bertram, you really love this restaurant. You come here to eat at noon every day whenever you are at work."

"You spy on me?"

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. You are a famous person in this area. Who doesn't know you? It only takes a little time and a little bit of skill to find out. This is not information that needs to be kept secret."

"No serious person would inquire about these things." Bertram Bain said with a straight face, and Andy Milton next to him quickly gave him a slap.

Brother, what time has it been? Can we stop being so harsh?

"Hahaha, Mr. Sean, let's try it together. It's not unreasonable for Bertram to like to eat here. The food here is very good." Andy Milton quickly smoothed things over.

"Just give it a try, but Bertram, your two bodyguards are good." Sean smiled and praised.

Bertram was stunned. Looking at the smile on Sean's face, he felt that something was wrong.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Sean is here today to talk about the land. We have discussed it and hope to have some business cooperation with Mr. Sean." Andy Milton coughed lightly and said.

"Don't worry, I'm here today to tell Mr. Bertram a story." Sean said mysteriously.

The two of them were stunned. We have seen people jump when talking, but you are no longer jumping, are you taking off?

"Once upon a time, there were two children. They were neighbors. They played together since childhood, grew up, went to elementary school and midday school together, went to school together every morning and finished school together in the evening. They were very good friends."

Sean didn't care whether the two people's expressions were weird or not, he just said to himself: "It's just that people are different after all. When they were children, they were inseparable no matter what, but when they grew up, they found that they had embarked on different paths.

the way."

"After graduating from middle school, one of them was admitted to a prestigious school, but was not admitted to any community college. The family of the one who went to college also moved away, and the contact gradually became less, but the relationship between the two remained the same."

"This college student entered the workplace after graduation. Due to his outstanding abilities, he was gradually appreciated and climbed up step by step, and eventually became the confidant of a certain billionaire."

"No matter how rich a person is, there are always some things that are inconvenient to do, and some people have to do it for him."

At this point, Bertram and Andy also roughly understood that Sean was talking about one of the two people.

It's just... what does this have to do with today's incident? Thinking about it, Andy looked at Bertram from the corner of his eye and noticed that the corner of his mouth was twitching.

Andy's heart skipped a beat, something bad happened!

"This confidant thought of his childhood playmate. The two of them had not seen each other since they went to college. No one in his current company and social circle knew about his relationship with his childhood neighbor.

"

"And after that neighbor failed to go to college, he gradually became like those at the bottom, living on the streets and participating in some criminal activities."

"The confidant secretly found the neighbor. Relying on the most innocent friendship in childhood, the two trusted each other and hit it off. Gradually, the neighbor's life got on the right track and became better."

"In order to prevent being discovered, this confidant almost completely severed the superficial contact." As he said, Sean clapped his hands, his face full of approval, "Mr. Bertram, I can see that you

All of my men have unique skills."

"They are all high-end talents. This method is very professional!"

"It would be impossible to find out if it were anyone else."

Sean didn't mention that he arranged for people to set fires in specific areas, but after finding out to this extent, how could it be hidden?

"This is impossible, how can you, how can you..." Bertram's face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Before, his confidence was that he was different from the Irish, and Sean did not dare to use those tough methods to deal with him, but now...

"It's actually not difficult for me." Sean looked at Bertram with a smile, "No one knows crime better than me!"

"It's just the rest of my game. No one knows better than me how many tricks you can pull off and how many ways you can hide yourself."

"People are already under my control."

Bertram sat back in his chair with a dejected look on his face. He shouldn't have, he was so damn unlucky.

A big capitalist doesn't have a subordinate to do dirty work, but why did he let himself meet Sean?

He didn't think there was anything wrong with sending people to set fire to it.

They didn't kill anyone, they were compensated afterwards, and those people earned more.

It wasn't me who was wrong, it was luck.

"I will give up the land," Bertram whispered.

"NO, NO, NO!" Sean waved his hand, "This place is actually a little smaller than I want, and it needs to be slightly expanded. Someone will contact Mr. Bertram later to get them all done. I hope

What you see is a complete and clean land.”

"As a person like me, I'm most afraid of trouble."

With that said, Sean stood up with a smile, nodded to the two of them and turned out of the box.

In the private room, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Andy Milton looked at Bertram. There were some words he didn't say, but he had doubts before.

It's just that it would be too troublesome for someone to actually catch someone doing this kind of thing.

"The well-known wealthy man in Los Angeles deliberately set fire to his residence"

Just thinking about it, Andy would feel dizzy if the news was reported by Sean's media company.

I'm afraid the company will go bankrupt.

The bigger the company, the less likely it is to do nonsense.

Many American and even Fortune 500 companies will compromise with local bosses in some places.

They will not act like a top 500 company and are not willing to give up any benefits.

It's not that I'm afraid of these local snakes, but I'm afraid that competitors and other companies will have dirty information.

The gain outweighs the loss.

Speaking of which, this phenomenon is a bit like animal chess, where elephants are afraid of mice...

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Hollywood, a conference room at the Four Seasons Hotel.

There were many people in the conference room, all in suits and ties, but they looked strange.

There are many blacks and Hispanics here, but not many whites.

The three sides are clearly divided, but blacks and Hispanics vaguely surround the white side.

What's weird is not only the situation, but also the group of people themselves, the way they look in suits makes people feel a little awkward.

The conference room was very noisy and noisy, with curses and quarrels coming from time to time.

That is to say, the sound insulation effect of the door is good, otherwise the entire first floor may not be heard.

A group of gang members, most of whom are enemies. If you expect them to be disciplined, that is completely nonsense.

There was a commotion here, and suddenly, the door to the conference room was pushed open again.

The attention of everyone in the conference room was attracted, and they all turned to look over.

Then I saw a black man in a suit walking in with a smile.

Most of the people here didn't know who the black people were, but a few who did, like the Blood Gang and the Lame Gang, immediately turned around and cursed, "Stop fucking arguing and shut up."

Jonas walked towards the conference room with satisfaction, and a fat white man behind him followed in.

Everyone recognizes the fat white man, the Irish mafia Cyril, who is also the initiator of today's meeting.

The reason why the party is held at the Four Seasons Hotel is because these guys would feel unsafe and uneasy anywhere else.

Especially after some unnamed guy blew up the entire hotel.

No one would dare to blow up the Four Seasons Hotel.

As soon as Jonas came in, he went straight to the main seat in the conference room and sat down politely without caring about other people's eyes.

"What, who has any opinions?" Jonas looked around and said with a smile.

If you have opinions, you definitely have them, but you have to dare to say them.

"It seems that there is no more, then, let's start today's meeting." Seeing that no one said anything, Jonas directly took it over to preside over the rights.

This is everyone's acknowledgment that Jonas is the strongest.

There is no doubt about this.

"Mr. Cyril." Jonas gestured.

Cyril did not sit down, but stood behind Jonas and said: "We, the Irish Mafia, have voluntarily transferred the territory of Los Angeles and California to Mr. Jonas. We invite everyone here today to be a witness."

"From now on, these territories belong to the Jonas family and the Irish Mafia withdraws from California."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of noise in the conference room.

Although I had thought that this scene might happen before I came here, when it actually happened, I still felt unspeakably awkward.

The four major gangs looked at each other and cursed in their hearts. You are still not fucking men. He killed so many of you and didn't even think about revenge. You even gave him your territory. Are you all fucking pigs?

Do it with him!

Kill him!

Say, is he coercing you? If so, blink!

But no matter how they shouted in their hearts, the fact was a foregone conclusion.

Underground forces, in the final analysis, it all comes down to who has the biggest fist.

"It's good to quit. If you work in this industry, you are lucky to live until you can retire safely and live the rest of your life peacefully. Congratulations, Cyril." After Jonas said this, he took the lead in applauding, looking at the faces of everyone present.

Sweep.

Whenever he saw it, everyone applauded.

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"It seems that everyone has no objections. That's very good. Mr. Cyril, I won't give it away."

"Thank you Mr. Jonas, thank you all." Cyril breathed a sigh of relief and walked out briskly.

Walking out of the conference room and hearing the door closing, Cyril suddenly felt that he was isolated from that world.

It's great to be able to retire and enjoy the rest of my life in peace.

Cyril is gone, and the meeting will continue. Jonas's failure to find anyone is not just for the sake of a legitimate name.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here, let's talk about our underground forces. As we all know, if the environment is chaotic, no one can do business, so we need a stable social environment."

"Everyone who comes out to lick blood, don't tell me what racial interests or other noble ideals are for."

"Daole, Daole, still fucking Daole." Sean tapped his finger on everyone's face.

"So, Los Angeles, and even the entire California, must establish a set of rules, a set of rules belonging to the underground forces." After saying this, Jonas glanced at everyone.

The conference room fell into silence, no one spoke.

No one knew what to say.

What Jonas proposed was so sudden that they were unprepared.

Yes, everyone wants to make money, that's for sure, but it's difficult to establish rules.

This cannot be determined by just touching the upper lip to the lower lip.

Even if they all agree.

"Rules? We don't object." After a while, the Italian said, "But the question is, which organization makes the rules and who enforces them."

He was talking about the organization, not the person.

When Jonas mentioned this, the first thing that Italians thought of was the ‘Disciplinary Committee’ that was once established and ruled by Italians.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Jonas.

Jonas grinned, without any panic or nervousness. He sat leisurely and glanced at everyone's face, "I make the rules of this organization and I execute them."

There was an eerie silence in the conference room, and everyone's expressions were wonderful.

Jonas's tone was too loud and his attitude was too arrogant.

No one wants to see this outsider appear out of nowhere and dominate everyone.

Of course, I don’t want to see it anymore, but no one is the first to stand up and object.

The previous bombings weighed on everyone's minds like a mountain.

What's more, everyone knows that the Jonas family has a protective umbrella.

The name of the world's largest private military security consulting and solution provider is known to everyone in Los Angeles at least.

Killing people like hemp.

"If you don't say anything, then no one will object." Jonas laughed.

He likes this feeling very much!

The last time someone spoke, it was Sean who everyone was silent about.

That was after the Dimeo Group was completely eliminated.

Now, it's finally Jonas' turn.

He liked this feeling very much.

As soon as these words came out, everyone became anxious. They looked at each other and kept communicating with each other with their eyes.

You are opposed to it.

Why don't you want to stand up and object?

You take the lead, I'll follow.

If you take the lead, I can follow.

If you bunch of pigs don't object, then the matter will be settled.

As expected of someone who lives in Los Angeles, there is drama in his eyes.

"Since no one objects, then..." Jonas was suddenly interrupted before he finished his sentence.

"Wait!" the Italian was the first to lose his composure and shouted.

Jonas' expression suddenly became stern, no one objected to Sean's words!!!

Staring at the Italian with sharp eyes, Jonas' murderous aura was unleashed, and suddenly everyone in the conference room felt suffocated.

Just because the leaders of underground forces do not mean that they have all killed people.

Jonas directly took out his pistol and pointed the gun directly at the Italian, "Okay, you tell me, I listen, I, Jonas, still like democracy!"

The Italian's expression froze and he immediately began to sweat.

When you say you like democracy, can you put down the gun?

This move shocked everyone. This is the Four Seasons Hotel, a world-famous five-star hotel, and no one has ever fired a gun here.

No one came with a gun.

It's useless even if you bring it.

Just after the Los Angeles riots, eight major companies took the lead, and all Hollywood companies paid for it, and hired a 50-person security team to be stationed in Hollywood.

Hollywood is not a lawless place!

There has never been a shortage of gangsters here, mainly Italians and Jews.

Especially next to Fernando Valley.

The Italians' eyes quickly flickered across everyone's faces, "You just fucking pushed me to speak."

I'm rushing, you guys hurry up!

Everyone's eyes started to wander. Try it first. I bet he doesn't have bullets in his gun.

Farke!

Fake squid!

The Italian was cursing wildly in his heart, but he still forced a smile, "What I want to say is, since Mr. Jonas is here to make the rules, then, um, then, we should applaud and welcome, yes, applaud and welcome!"

Finally thinking of a good reason, the Italians were the first to stand up and applaud wildly.

Everyone: You coward, you surrender faster than the French.

Italian: Nonsense, feelings are not about you facing death.

He just jumped out completely subconsciously, after all, Jonas is black...

Jonas was stunned, slapped the gun on the conference table and laughed.

While smiling, he looked at the others.

Everyone he saw laughed loudly, stood up and clapped wildly.

While applauding, I mentally cursed the others for being so cowardly.

The vertical part is insufficient and resourceful.

"Okay, then I'll talk about the rules of the Jonas family." Jonas raised his hand and pressed it, and everyone immediately stopped applauding and sat down.

"Actually, everyone should know the rules of the Jonas family, but since this is the first time to worry you, I will say it again."

"Basically, the Jonas family does not touch drug addicts."

Everyone rolled their eyes, you wouldn't fucking touch it, but the chassis is small and the sales are small. Of course, there won't be any more conflicts because of drug addicts.

In New Jersey, the police and FBI turned a blind eye.

"Of course, this has nothing to do with you. Now I'm going to say something that has something to do with you."

"In the future, the entire state of California will not allow any expansion based on the territory of each company at this moment."

As soon as these words came out, everyone frowned, some were satisfied, and some felt regretful.

This is something no one had thought of before.

If I had known earlier, I would have started a fucking war earlier, and I would have grabbed some of it back.

"Who is in favor and who is against!" Jonas glanced over.

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly someone said: "What about the current disputed area? This area is jointly occupied by two or three companies."

"All areas that you feel are controversial will be reported to you later. I will divide them according to the actual situation. However, I warn you not to make any small moves for me before the official division, otherwise..." Jonas looked around,

"Otherwise, I am not a judge, and I will not judge who is right or wrong."

Everyone was shocked, they naturally understood what he said.

This is normal, it’s an underground force.

"As a supplement to this article, we have a supplementary clause. Those in the control area with a population of less than 50,000, and those in wealthy areas with a population of less than 10,000, will face mergers in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the two people in the conference room instantly became ugly.

But no one looked at them.

Being in the underworld does not mean treating guests to a meal, being weak is the original sin.

"Everyone has no problem with this. Let's move on to the next item. As the maintainers of order in Los Angeles, the Jonas family will not take the initiative to expand its territory. However, there are several business operations in Los Angeles that the Jonas family will be fully responsible for."

"Number one, party services and girl-on-girl business in Los Angeles."

"Second, private lottery business."

"Third, the smuggling of alcohol business."

Speaking of the third one, everyone in the conference room had different expressions, their eyes were wandering, and they hesitated to speak.

"Okay, I fucking know there will be real wine!" Jonas curled his lips and said.

Hahahaha, everyone burst into laughter.

The Jonas family started out as a counterfeit wine business, and all their colleagues in Los Angeles knew it.

It is said that people in New Jersey have never known what real famous wine tastes like. It is a liquor desert.

There was no objection to the three franchises proposed by Jonas.

In the party service industry, various gangs have little involvement and do not suffer much losses.

Most of the companies in this industry are legally registered companies. Of course, this business is a gray industry. Those companies will have their own territories and will also pay some protection fees.

The private lottery business is similar. They are all involved in their respective territories, but due to their own management and credibility problems, their operations are also in a mess.

The situation with smuggled wine is similar. If they can't get "knock-off" products, the profit is actually not that big.

Of course, the biggest reason why everyone was willing to give in was Jonas's words about not dealing in drug dealers.

Then, the drug-trafficking rights originally owned by the Irish must be given up.

Although Jonas has to charge a rental fee, the drug profits allow them to easily earn it back.

Speaking of which, it’s not a loss.

At this point, the business has been settled.

Negotiations with underground forces are better, simple and quick.

"Okay, since everyone agrees, then." Jonas stood up and clapped, "I have prepared a banquet. I hope everyone has a good time."

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There are 800 words missing. I am quite busy on Saturday. I will send my little ancestor to an English cram school in the morning and a football class in the afternoon...