America’s Big Hero

Head, the Tonito sent a message to see you. "Jonas looked at Sean and said.

"See me? What are you doing?" Sean was a little surprised, "How is he doing these days? I heard that the two sides have fought many times."

"Tony's men raided Acomo's property a few times and killed a few people, but there were no important people." Jonas said with a curled lip.

"What... waste!" Shawn shook his head, and said with little interest: "Just say I don't have time, you go talk to him and see what he wants to do."

Sean also feels that these guys have brain problems, what the hell do they look like, and they still think that they are special people, and they have to talk to themselves, and they don't even consider whether their status is right or not.

Many people in the United States have problems with their brains. They can't see reality clearly, and they don't know who gave them confidence.

Same with the old money, even the fucking Mafia family.

These guys who can only live in New Jersey are still adhering to the so-called "ancient tradition" and only accept Italians...

It's just ridiculous, the mafia has only been developed for a few years and it is 'old'.

Sean has always sneered at these guys.

...

"Why are you?" Tony looked behind Jonas, frowned and said, "Where's Sean?"

Hearing this, Jonas frowned. The other party just acted subconsciously, and he didn't feel anything. However, as the one who was ignored, Jonas looked good.

"Mr. Sean is a serious businessman and has nothing to do with these things." Jonas said bluntly.

Tony's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is he a decent businessman, don't everyone know?

They all know the basics, so they have to pretend! ?

Seeing that Jonas was unmoved, Tony calmed down and said, "I need you to deal with the Apple family. As a reward, after the Apple family is wiped out, I can allow your smuggled wine to enter our house." market."

Tony obviously came prepared, he knew what Sean needed, and wanted to convince Sean to help him at this price.

Back then, Sean was able to exterminate all the people in Salamanga because of the smuggled wine, which showed that the other party cared about this thing very much.

Jonas froze for a moment, opened his mouth and almost agreed.

The reason why Sean provoked the relationship between the Dimio criminal group was, after all, for the 'bootlegging business'.

It may seem to others that the gain outweighs the gain. After all, there is not much profit margin in smuggling alcohol, which is far worse than drugs, but Jonas knows it.

These counterfeit products cost almost nothing, and they are sold for a fucking profit!

Especially after Sean got a blending master from Chinatown, the wines are more complete and the tastes are more similar. If you can win the whole of New Jersey, with a population of 7 million.

That's faster than stealing money!

Fortunately, he still had a little reason, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

Still the same sentence, others don't know how much profit they make from 'booting wine', so it is a big problem in the eyes of caring people to agree to it so easily.

"It's not okay. It's an internal matter for you Dimio. As outsiders, it's not convenient for us to get involved." Jonas said distressedly.

Tony tilted his head to look at Tony, thought for a while and said, "Gym, I know Sean has opened a lot of gyms, if you are willing to help, I guarantee you can enter other cities smoothly."

"Needless to say." Jonas stood up directly, "We will not participate in your internal struggle."

"Mr. Tony, please go back, you are not welcome here."

"You!" The anger flashed across Tony's face, "After Dimio reshuffles the cards, you will have no chance!"

"If you want to buy some ammunition, that's no problem, I can sell you a batch of goods, your firepower..." Jonas sneered and shook his head and said, "Boss, times have changed."

"Your firepower is still at the level of the typewriter era in Chicago 50 years ago. It's too backward. Africans don't even use that stuff."

"I have a batch of M16A2 military version, M60 military version, and even RPG." Walking to Tony, Jonas leaned his head over and whispered: "Don't say that you can't make trouble, there will be trouble, and it's not easy to solve. That's a question that only the winner needs to consider, if you lose, what does it matter to you if you make a big fuss?"

"Boom!" Jonas opened his arms and gestured, "There is no problem that can't be solved with one RPG shot. If there is, then two shots!"

After all, Jonas gestured for a phone call, "Think about it and call me."

On the way back, for some reason, a figure of Jonas with outstretched arms appeared in Tony's mind...

For so many years, there is a reason why the firepower of the mafia has remained the same as 50 years ago. After the establishment of the "Disciplinary Committee", Charlie Luciano stipulated the code of conduct for the mafia.

Everything should be low-key, so as not to attract the attention of the higher-ups and attract the attack of the state organs. Therefore, large firepower is prohibited, and there is a "disciplinary committee" to mediate and judge things, so now the firepower is the most powerful submachine gun.

But now, the control of the Disciplinary Committee has been significantly weakened, and, as Jonas said, it is a problem that the winner needs to consider if there is a big trouble and it will not end well...

...

"Acomo, your people are too careless."

"It was deliberately targeted by someone. I said before that I did not do those things, but you don't believe it. There is a black hand behind the scenes who is framing me!" Acomo sneered: "Now you have seen it, that guy finally revealed It's gone."

"Maybe what you said is right, but the Soprano family won't believe it, and others... don't want to believe it either."

"Hmph, do me a favor and investigate."

"To be honest, it's very difficult. We still don't know how the other party controlled the two tires to explode at that position at the same time, causing the vehicle to roll over."

A word of trash came to his lips, but Acomo didn’t scold after all. Taking a deep breath, Acomo changed the subject and said, “I still need your help with that batch of things, you know, those junkies’ goods Can't be broken."

"Well, the old rules."

"Okay." After that, Acomo hung up the phone.

...

In a commercial vehicle parked not far from the police station, two people looked at each other, "I know the fuck."

"What's so strange about this? I used coffins to help them transport goods before. Report to the higher authorities."

"Well, let's see what it means."

Armstrong, who received the news, said with a smile on his lips, "Wait, I'll send someone to support you. This is a big fish. Be sure to take a video of their transaction. The bonus for this month depends on our chief." Yes, hahahaha."

After hanging up the phone, Armstrong excitedly picked up his coat and walked out. He wanted to go to Trenton in person to arrange follow-up shooting.