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"I want to speak with my client alone and will not answer any questions until then."

"Okay Sol, the matter is very simple." Sean patted Sol's arm and explained the matter in detail, "Get them done. I'll take a rest. I'm very dizzy."

Sean's attitude was very casual. The American judiciary is the most complex and complete. The police have very little power. In the United States, which attaches great importance to freedom, the police detaining people is tantamount to restricting freedom. There must be sufficient evidence and reasons, and they must be reported to the local government.

Prosecutor's Office.

Of course, that is only if the lawyer is present and willing to defend the client.

Just like now.

Half an hour later...

When Saul retrieved Sean's identity information and pointed to the last name 'Rockefeller' for Mike and Mike, most of the problem was solved.

Don't doubt it, there are too few people named Rockefeller.

In addition, Sean participated in the war against Grenada code-named "Rage" signed by Reagan a year ago, which fully explains why Sean was able to calmly respond to the attack and the police.

Therefore, after Saul agreed to cooperate in recording a confession, the two left the police station directly.

"Okay, now you can tell me why you called me in such a hurry to ask me to come over." After leaving the police station and getting into the car, Saul asked.

The two were friends ten years ago. At that time, Saul was still "Slick Jimmy", Sean's mother had not yet died of a drug overdose, he was still attending an aristocratic private high school, and he was not yet destitute enough to join the army.

"Let you come here?" Sean was stunned for a moment, and then he patted his head and said, "I almost got shot in the head just now, so I completely forgot about it."

"I received a call before that my father, whom I had never met, died and I would inherit an inheritance."

"Who is your father?" Sol asked casually.

"Philemon D. Rockefeller."

"Oh, Rockefeller..." Halfway through, Saul's eyes suddenly widened, he turned to look at Sean and shouted: "Rockefeller!"

"Damn it, brake!!" Thor was so excited that he hit the accelerator and the Suzuki flew straight out. Sean screamed in fright and his face turned pale.

‘Bah!’ There was a harsh brake sound, and the car stopped in front of the street light. Sol gasped and patted his chest, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

"Are you fucking sick? You're so excited!" Sean yelled angrily. He had just been shot in the head and almost had a car accident. It was really a disaster.

"Your father's surname is Rockefeller. Can I not be excited?" Sol's head was covered in cold sweat, but the excitement on his face remained unchanged.

"Nonsense, my surname is Rockefeller, how could my father's surname be anything else?"

Sol blinked, "Uh... that's right."

Bai was so excited that he thought it was Rockefeller from the largest financial group in the United States.

Seeing how Sol almost knocked himself to death, Sean decided not to tell him the truth.

It is true that Rockefeller, who is number one in the United States, is about to inherit part of the Rockefeller family's inheritance. That amount may make a person completely wealthy and free in an instant.

It's just that he can't get excited at all now.

No one would be excited about a legacy after being shot in the head twice in a short period of time.

There is great terror between life and death!

He put his arms on the car window and turned to look out the window. Rather than being excited, Sean was now more filled with greed and desire raging in his heart.

rich!

Powerful!

Whether it was his previous life or this life, he never wanted to experience the experience of being shot in the head again.

Don't give anyone a chance to point a gun at you!

The car was parked in front of the house. Sean had just lost so much blood, and now he was very tired. As an old acquaintance, he had nothing to be polite about. He took a pizza in the refrigerator and heated it up. He ate it in a hurry and rested.

Tomorrow he has to drive early to attend the funeral in Westchester County, New York State, and Sean doesn't want to feel listless.

Lying in bed, unable to sleep, Sean had a very complicated mood towards this father he had never met before.

When he was a child, he went to an aristocratic private school. Everyone else had a father, but Sean didn't. He hated him and also longed for him.

Looking back now, my mother had no job and secretly took drugs, but the family had enough money for him to attend a private school. It must have been the child support provided by his father.

Originally, I didn't care so much as I grew up, but I only thought about it occasionally. Now, Fengchen's memory was suddenly brought back. In his third year of high school, his mother died of a drug overdose. After losing his living expenses, he dropped out of school to be with Sol.

I am lucky to be living on the streets, not going to jail, and not dying on the streets.

Later, Saul was taken away by the barrister's brother, and he couldn't survive and joined the army.

Tomorrow, tomorrow...

…

On August 7, 1984, a broken yellow Suzuki was hopping on the highway leading to Westchester County in New York.

"You're fucking rich, you know that!"

"Damn it, I really didn't expect that you are actually from the Rockefeller family!" In the driver's seat, Saul's face flushed with excitement, he shouted, his palms kept slapping the steering wheel, and the horn made a noisy sound.

"I always thought you just happened to have the last name Rockefeller!"

"You never fucking said that!"

"Thor, can you shut the fuck up? Damn it, you've been shouting all the way. Damn it, your throat is dry." Sean grabbed the handle above the car window, turned his head and gritted his teeth and looked over.

Thor's hair flew up in the wind, his forehead was shiny, veins popped out on his neck, his mouth opened and closed, and his little tongue was clearly visible.

Therefore, it was the most correct choice not to tell Saul the truth yesterday, otherwise he would not be able to sleep all night without making a fuss.

"Drive well, shit, I don't want to die on the road right before I inherit a big inheritance!" Sean said, rolling his eyes.

"Of course, of course, don't worry, I'm an experienced driver." Sol calmed down a little, but his face was still full of the afterglow of orgasm, "But aren't you excited?"

"That's the Rockefeller family, the first family in the United States, the head of the top ten financial groups, synonymous with power and wealth!"

"Excited, of course I'm excited." As he said this, Sean didn't bother to look at him and muttered perfunctorily.

"But you don't look excited at all."

"I knew this yesterday, how can I still be excited all the time? You must be sick."

"So, why didn't you tell me the good news yesterday!" Saul said with enthusiasm again, "Of course normal people will be excited all the time, you freak, that's Rockefeller, all over the United States..."

"I fucking know!" Sean waved his hand and roughly interrupted Sol's words, holding his head in his hands, "Look at the road carefully, okay? I beg you, you've said this dozens of times, damn.

, I know how awesome he is, but, so what?"

"So what?" Sol grinned and looked at Sean. Just as he was about to say something, someone waved to stop the car on the road ahead.