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The fitness club was busy renovating, and Sheila's team was busy recruiting more local promoters and training, so Sean returned his attention to his main business.

Of course, there are a few things to resolve before that.

First, arrange for Jonas to establish his own family, the Jonas Family.

Currently, the entire Newark including the surrounding areas, the rights to the underground world are in a vacant state. This state cannot continue. Once it is vacant for a long time, it will inevitably arouse the ambitions of the people below. At that time, it will inevitably set off a round of fighting and fighting, which will be detrimental to public security.

A devastating blow.

Neither the Newark Police Department nor the Jersey City Police Department will allow this.

Therefore, the top priority is to establish and thoroughly establish the underground power pyramid pattern in nearby areas at the peak of deterrence and stabilize the local situation.

This is not because Sean is interested in the money from three melons and two dates, but because he has to do it. To be honest, the contribution to local security by doing this will not be smaller than that of the police, but his reputation will definitely not be better than that of the police.

At least in Sean's opinion, this is a thankless task, but for the safety of the people and the stability of society, he has to do it!

At the meeting, Yuri, Bill, and everyone looked at Sean's demeanor of serving the country and the people, and they really wanted to beat him up.

Moreover, the establishment of a family is not that simple. There are many things to do in terms of power structure, staffing, and the most important thing is not to get involved with the police or Fobol's undercover...

As the head of the family, Jonas selects two more people from the ten-person team to join the family as captains of the action team. They are responsible for demonstrating force and absorb some of the original peripheral members of Salamanga. They can basically handle it. After all, Sean will not let them touch him.

Poisonous.

The problem now is that the action team doesn't have enough people, and Sean's own team doesn't have enough people either.

It was necessary to recruit another group of people from the veterans of that period, but there were not many people who left their contact information. Yuri suggested contacting their original company executive officer Dempsey Tuttle, "But Dempsey

Si should be the first adjutant now, so it should be easy to find information from him."

(PS: The second lieutenant in the US military is called second lieutenant. The meaning of second lieutenant is usually secretary and company executive officer, which means officials below the company. It is hard-translated into platoon leader for convenience of comparison, and lieutenant is the first lieutenant.

, most of them hold civilian positions, mainly assisting captains in military staff, command and dispatch, secretarial logistics, etc.)

"Still at Fort Buchanan Army Base?"

"It should be, after all, the war only ended more than a year ago."

"Okay, let's find a way to get in touch and let's go to Puerto Rico." Sean thought for a while and then made up his mind to go. On the one hand, he wanted to meet his old boss and recruit some people. On the other hand, he also wanted to use Temple's help.

The relationship between Sri Lanka and the military has re-established relations.

If successful, it will play a big role in his inner plan.

On October 28, after Sean reconnected with Dempsey, he took Bill and Uri and flew straight to the British Virgin Islands.

This duty-free paradise is not far from Puerto Rico. It is very convenient to rent a yacht from here to go to Fort Buchanan. The most important thing is that Puerto Rico is rich in supermodels.

Yachts, young models, just treat yourself as a holiday to reward yourself. In foreign countries, the IRS doesn't care how he spends his money.

On November 3, Sean and the three of them were standing on the dock. Not long after, a military Hummer drove over and stopped, and a tall man in casual clothes got out of the car.

"Pa!" Seeing their old boss Jonas, the three of them gave a military salute.

"Hahaha, it seems you haven't forgotten your military life." Dempsey laughed and walked up to give the three of them a hug.

Demps originally had more than 30 people under his command, and more than half of them retired. This was the first time someone came back to see him, and he was very happy.

To be honest, his level is a bit low, and he has little power. Even if he retires, that's all. He still needs the Pays project to arrange work for him.

The PaYs program, which stands for Military Partnerships for Young People's Success, is a partnership agreement between the military and private industry that will ensure that retired officers, officers, officers, will definitely get an interview after completing their military duties,

And possibly get a job.

"Let's go over there and have a chat." Under the leadership of Sean, the group arrived at the dock. Looking at the more than 60-meter-long Larson yacht, Dempsey couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow!"

Exhale.

"I didn't expect that, in just over a year, you got rich so quickly." Dempsey couldn't help but envy him as he stepped onto the yacht.

"It's okay, everyone helped me," Sean said with a smile.

Several models wearing bikinis came up with fruit plates and drinks. Dempsey's eyes immediately straightened, his gaze locked, and his mouth opened, "It's so big, oh no, it's so white."

Sean and the three of them looked at each other and then said with a smile: "You must be tired after driving all the way here. Why don't you go to sea and rest for a while first."

"Ah? These..." Dempsey was stunned and pointed at the women, his blue eyes suddenly glowing green.

"Excuse me." Sean made a gesture of invitation. Anyway, the two he used were not here.

As for Bill and Uri, they definitely wouldn't mind being like-minded with their old superiors.

Dempsey laughed loudly and rushed forward to grab the two young models. He had nothing to be embarrassed about. We had been together for several years and everyone knew the morals in the military camp.

The yacht left the dock, and half an hour later, Dempsey came out refreshed. After holding it in for a long time, he came three times.

Sitting down again, Sean talked about the reason for his visit this time (a US military platoon unit has about 30-40 people).

"Are you doing poisoning?" When Dempsey heard that Sean wanted to find someone from the army to help, and then thought of the yacht under his butt and the beautiful woman just now, the first thing that came to his mind was the poisoning business.

"No, the risk of drug abuse is a bit high. I'm in the business of smuggling high-end alcohol." Sean said half-truthfully.

Dempsey showed a disappointed expression. If it was a drug business, he really wanted to get involved. It was a traditional art form for the US military to help with transportation.

"It's not difficult to find someone. I have all the information here. Moreover, a group of people have retired this year. It should not be a problem to meet your needs. Moreover, PaYs is also troubled. The work of those warrant officers is not easy to arrange. I can help

You set up a line for them." Dempsey is now responsible for this aspect of work, which is exactly the right match.

Sean smiled immediately, picked up a paper bag from the side and placed it in front of Dempsey, making a sign of invitation.

Dempsey's heart beat a few times, and he reached out to open the paper bag, which contained stacks of U.S. dollars.

Sean was very considerate, and all he prepared were old bills, in denominations of US$20, a total of US$50,000.

In 1984, the per capita income in the United States was only US$17,000. US$50,000 was a lot of money for Dempsey!