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Of course, Sean couldn't simply and crudely send someone over to kill someone like Jonas.

Although we are indeed a mafia, a gang, and an organization that advocates violence, such crude killing tricks will also attract fierce counterattacks.

Not only from the Dimeo criminal group, but also from all mafia forces in the United States.

No one wants to come into contact with a group of mad dogs who only know how to kill. They are causing trouble for themselves.

The next day, Sean called for Old Mike again, "You know the Dimeo Group in New Jersey."

Old Mike took a deep look at Sean, thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "You don't still want to overthrow Dimio, do you?"

"why not?"

Old Mike pursed his lips and didn't know what to say for a while. He always felt that his employer was too dangerous, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. You have been in the police system for so many years and you have not had contact with the police in other cities, right?" Sean smiled and patted Old Mike on the shoulder, "Help me collect information about Dimi through the police channel.

Austria’s information.”

"I want all the branches in each city, their police connections, criminal records, wanted members, suspected criminal cases, etc.!"

"Shit, why don't you go find Fobo, they should have them there!" Old Mike cursed.

"No, no, no, there may not be such a complete system in Fobol. They don't have that many agents, and they may not pay attention to the affairs of the low-level police officers. It is not a system and they can't control it." Sean said with a smile.

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Old Mike tilted his head and gasped for a long time, then stretched out his hand and said politely: "Give me one hundred thousand."

"OK, it's not a big deal." It was all black money anyway, so there was no need to launder it. Sean didn't feel any distress at all and just regarded it as an investment.

After sending away old Mike, Sean took the veterinarian out of the house in the middle of the night.

"Oh my god, why do you always come to this damn place in the middle of the night?" Sitting in Sean's car, the veterinarian held up his glasses and couldn't help complaining: "Why can't we change the time and place? Here...

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Looking at the darkness outside the car window and listening to the sound of the river, the veterinarian felt very uneasy and could only talk to relieve the pressure in his heart.

"Help me collect some information through your secret channel." Sean said straight to the point.

"About what?" The veterinarian rubbed his hands, "Information, the price is quite confusing. Different people, different things, the price, um, is quite confusing."

"Dimio Group, what kind of things have they asked someone to do..."

"No, no, no, no, this won't work." The veterinarian quickly shook his head, "They will not betray their employer's information. This is not a matter of credibility. Once this kind of thing is leaked, people will come looking for it, and people will die!"

"Of course it's not a question of reputation, it's a question of money!" Sean curled his lips and smiled disdainfully, reaching for the backpack next to him and throwing it on the veterinarian.

The veterinarian looked at Sean and immediately thought of what was in the backpack. He swallowed uncontrollably. When he opened the backpack and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened.

A bag full of money. The veterinarian has never seen so much money. Well, Americans are not in the habit of saving money. They are all people who have never seen money.

"Look, I'm not short of lines. As long as you have money, you can live a good life anywhere, right?" Sean's voice was like the language of a devil, breaking through the veterinarian's defense bit by bit, but the veterinarian didn't think so.

Others will have a higher bottom line than you.

"You can tell the people on your line that if anyone can provide particularly damaging information, then he will get a lot of money, a lot of money!" As he said this, Sean grabbed his backpack and lifted it...

...didn't move.

Sean looked at the veterinarian, who was holding on to the backpack tightly, with reluctance in his eyes.

Sean mentioned again that the veterinarian still wouldn't let go. If he didn't love money, he wouldn't have joined the 'broker' business.

"If you want, I'll give it to you." Sean smiled and let go and said: "Here is 300,000 US dollars. Do you want it? Join my intelligence team and fully contribute to your line. I can give you this money."

Give it to you, no need to pay more, just work for me for ten years!"

Sean was still very greedy for this line of information in the veterinarian's hands.

In the United States, the professions that know the most secrets include doctors, lawyers, and accountants. Because you can hide a lot of information from your relatives, you can never hide it from doctors.

"No way, that's too much!" The veterinarian shook his head vigorously.

Sean's eyes lit up. He really didn't expect that the veterinarian would be interested, so he immediately struck while the iron was hot, "Five years!"

"This..." The veterinarian was struggling internally.

"Three years!" Sean lowered his standards again. As long as the veterinarian is in his team, he won't be able to quit if he wants to.

"Huh huh..." The veterinarian gasped heavily. It's not that I'm weak-willed, it's just that the other person gave me too much!

After a while, the veterinarian gritted his teeth and said, "Deal, just three years!"

At this moment, as smart and cautious as a veterinarian, his brain shut down and he never considered whether he still had a chance to quit.

Sean laughed loudly and slapped the veterinarian heavily on the shoulder, "You won't regret this decision. I will ask the person in charge of intelligence to contact you tomorrow. Go ahead and take your money. I wish you a good dream."

"Definitely, definitely, hahaha." The veterinarian laughed and pushed the door open and got out of the car.

The veterinarian has one line, and Old Mike has another line. Sean himself ordered Armstrong, who was in charge of intelligence, to carefully investigate the matter about the Dimeo criminal group.

"Boss, I need manpower. Now I don't have professional intelligence personnel at all. Intelligence collection sounds simple, but it is actually very complicated. Collection, organization, and analysis all require professionals, otherwise it is very likely to miss those hidden keys.

Information." Armstrong had a wry smile on his face.

"How many people do you want?" New Jersey can't accommodate two tigers, and Sean is willing to spend a lot of money.

"At least a standard eight-person intelligence team."

"You are familiar with intelligence talents. You can find them and I will pay them." Sean agreed immediately, "But one thing you should understand is that everything in our security company follows the military system. If someone is not loyal enough...

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"Boss, don't worry, everyone knows the rules." Armstrong nodded heavily.

Watching Armstrong go out, he picked up the cigarette on the table and lit it. He held it in his hand without smoking, and just watched the cigarette burn slowly, and the gray-white ash slowly grew longer.

The Dimio Group is not something like Salamanca that can be destroyed casually.

It has been entrenched in New Jersey for more than 50 years, developed for three generations, and split into dozens of small families. It is truly deep-rooted and has deep connections with the police, legal circles, and political circles.

If New Jersey is a peerless beauty, then Dimeo Group is his husband, who is legal and compliant and recognized by everyone.

And Sean is just a strong pretty boy. He really doesn’t have any advantages other than being young, handsome, and capable...

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