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"This is your salary tonight, are you satisfied?" Sean climbed to the side of the crane cab, took out $1,000 and stuffed it into the young man's hand with a smile.

Grabbing a roll of money, the young man immediately smiled and said, "Very satisfied, sir."

"Where were you tonight?"

"I was sleeping at home, sir. I slept soundly and didn't know anything."

"Very good. Why did the lock at your house break?"

"The lock was broken and I couldn't open it, so I was very angry and shot the lock open."

"Young man, you have a very flexible mind. I am very optimistic about you!" Sean gave a thumbs up, "Dongchang needs people like you!"

"Uh...hehe, hehe." The young man's mouth twitched. Thinking about the bleeding carriage, he might as well forget it.

"Don't refuse in a hurry. Everyone has their own strengths. Of course I won't put you where you shouldn't be." Sean smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Okay, that's for the future.

Things, let’s talk about something else now.”

As he said that, he took out another 1,000 and handed it over, "This is for your boss, the cost of renting a car."

"This is for the security guard." This time it was $500.

"You can't be corrupt, can you?" Sean asked with a smile.

"No, of course not!"

"That's good. Goodbye. I wish you a good dream at night." After saying that, Sean jumped out of the car, and the group of people dispersed and got into the car, disappearing into the night.

The young man also drove the crane back the way he came.

…

There is always a period of silence after the climax. After the firefight last night, Sean chose to be quiet for a period of time.

Except for dropping a paper bag next to Director Wells' car early on the morning of October 12th.

However, someone once again helped deliver a message. Someone wanted to meet with Sean. This time, we were not going to talk about Salamanga. There was no more Salamanga. We were just talking about Newark.

That night, Sean rented a yacht and met the person he wanted to talk to at the Jersey City Marina.

The person who came was a black man, wearing a blue shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. His hair was slightly curved, his hairline was a bit high, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, his waist was straight, and he had a decent formulaic smile on his face.

Bill went up to search him, but a group of people behind him immediately rushed up to stop the black man with a fierce look on his face.

Bill turned to look at Sean.

Sean stood on the yacht, staring at the smiling people on the pier.

After a while, Sean pointed at the visitor and said, "I don't like you."

"You stand too straight, which shows that you are an extremely confident person. Confidence can handle everything."

"Wearing gold-rimmed glasses shows that you are full of wisdom and can deal with any situation and anyone."

"Shirts, trousers, and leather shoes indicate that you are a person who is very particular about rules and has a strong desire for control. You don't like anything happening beyond your control."

"Others will think that your smile is friendly and non-aggressive, but I am just the opposite. Your smile means that you are not treating yourself as inferior or subordinate to anyone. You have a backbone in the back of your head!"

Every time Sean said something, the visitor's eyes became sharper. Others at the scene looked at each other, completely confused as to how one could tell so many things from a person's clothing and figure when they met.

The newcomer's subordinates had to admit that what Sean said was right. This was amazing, and it also gave them a new perspective on this new man who suddenly rose up and destroyed Salamanca in one fell swoop.

Not only are the methods ruthless and powerful, but the mind is even more powerful!

'Papa papa' The visitor raised his hand and clapped softly, "Sean Rockefeller, I have to say that Salamanca was not killed unjustly. Their fate was destined, even if they didn't take the initiative to provoke you.

They don't live long, and when you show up in Newark, this place is destined to become your territory."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Gustavo Flynn, from Mexico."

"Okay, come on up." Sean waved and Bill stepped aside. Gustavo also waved to the men he had brought to wait below, and he boarded the yacht alone.

The yacht slowly drove towards the Statue of Liberty not far away. The two of them stood on the bow of the boat, blowing the sea breeze. Sean spoke first, "Those things I just said are actually not important."

"Then what's important?" Gustavo looked at Sean with interest. He had been in the Pan-Drug Group for so long and had seen a lot of various criminals. To be honest, he didn't even like him. But Sean,

The fledgling wine smuggling business was the first to impress him.

That is to say, he didn't know the saying, "Today's heroes are only envoys and cao'er." Otherwise, he would have to say it.

"I just don't like your aura, the aura that makes you the center of attention as soon as you appear." Sean turned his head and looked directly at Gustavo, "The focus of the crowd should be me, and it can only be me.

"

In other words, Gustavo was too aggressive.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Gustavo shrugged insincerely.

"Tell me what you want to see me for."

"I originally wanted to mediate the relationship between you and the Salamanga family, but there is no need now."

"I don't think you are qualified to mediate. The people of Salamanga must die. You know, there was a bullet in the back of my head, which was shot by a family of Salamanga. So, regardless of what happened next,

I will destroy them all, sooner or later."

Gustavo finally lost his expression and twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, why the hell didn't I shoot you to death!

Salamanca deserves to be destroyed. Damn it, even killing people is useless.

"So what now?" Sean was no longer interested in talking about a bunch of dead people.

"I wonder if you're going to be a drug addict." Gustavo got straight to the point. With a guy like Sean, there's no point in beating around the bush.

Sean shook his head, "I don't like the profits of drug addicts."

Gustavo was very surprised when Sean said that he didn't even care about the profits of drug dealers, and he didn't think that smuggling alcohol would be more profitable.

This is a technical problem.

"Then this market still belongs to us?" Gustavo asked.

"You, or Eladio? Haha." Sean smiled playfully.

"Eladio, at least it's Eladio now." Now that Sean had made something clear, he no longer hid it.

"It doesn't matter. First, don't bring me any trouble. Second, I want a layer of dividends."

"Don't you look down on the profits of drug addicts?"

"Looking down on it and wanting it or not are two different concepts." Sean snorted, "The territory is mine, and maintenance requires costs. You only need to come to distribute every time. I don't know that Salamanca has smoked before.

It depends on the proportion, but I have the final say on my territory."

"Okay, I will tell Eladio what you want."

"You'd better deal with Eladio. This is the United States, not Mexico. I'm a very timid person."

Gustavo smiled and said nothing, "Are you timid?"

But he understood what it meant.

Under the Statue of Liberty, a drug criminal and a smuggler made a simple agreement.