America’s Big Hero

(PS: It’s the end of the month, please ask for a wave of monthly tickets, not many, one per person, 1300 monthly tickets would be good.)

In broad daylight, there were quite a few cars on this road, and the shootout just now had already been seen, and it was inconvenient for Sean to stay for a long time, so he returned immediately.

Before leaving, he ordered his subordinates to block off both sides of the road with guns. Although the news of the gun battle must not be concealed, the fewer people who saw it with their own eyes, the better.

This place is only a few kilometers away from the base, and after receiving the news, they sent people out as soon as they received the news, which must be much faster than the police.

When they arrived at the scene, they immediately cooperated with the bodyguards who were still here to clean up the corpse.

Live...whether there is live or not, there is no live.

Sean didn't need to ask for any information.

In New Jersey, only Dimio has the ability to mobilize so many people.

In other words, only Dimio is motivated.

What's more, most of the attackers were white, and a small part were of mixed race.

The assailants had three vehicles, a total of 10 people. The corpses were all brought back to the base in vans. As soon as they left here, the police car arrived, and the cooperation was perfect.

Looking at those corpses, Sean's expression was very bad, and he couldn't help but tremble when recalling the scene just happened.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly and called Thomson to speed up, and Thomson didn't hesitate, otherwise, if I was hit on the side by a car that rushed up suddenly, I would be injured if I didn't die.

And once he was hit and stopped in place, he might not have time to put down the seat and lie down, or he might be dead now.

"What about the dead body?" Bill asked in a low voice.

"Take a picture first, and then let Armstrong identify it, then burn it directly, collect the ashes and throw them into the river." Sean said coldly.

Not long after, Armstrong came to Sean with the photo, "I've identified them, and we have information on three people, they are from Acomo."

Sean gritted his teeth, he knew it!

"Bill, how are our people doing?"

"Three people were shot and injured. They were all flesh wounds. It's not a big problem." Bill said with a smile, "It's better to think carefully. It's very useful to add a layer of bulletproof steel plate to the door. I don't think it's any worse than those bulletproof cars. gone."

"There's still a huge gap." Sean shook his head. "The glass is bulletproof, and the chassis can withstand explosions. We don't have this ability. The car shell has been punched with thousands of holes."

Bill was very satisfied, "But ours is cheap. The money to buy a bulletproof car is enough for us to modify 20 or 30 bulletproof cars. The most important thing is that it can't be seen as bulletproof. It can catch opponents by surprise."

"Let's not talk so much, let the veterinarian come over to perform surgery on everyone, give them two months of paid leave, and double the bonus." Sean ordered and continued to ask: "How many people have been recruited recently?"

"12, according to your order, not registered with the security company."

"Okay, let them prepare." Sean gritted his molars and looked at Armstrong. "Acomo found out that I was behind the push?"

"Well, it shouldn't be." Armstrong replied hesitantly: "I've been closely monitoring him recently. From the communication analysis, it's impossible for him to find the problem. After all, we did it very clean before."

"Then what do you say now?" Sean's face was ugly. The intelligence team did not do enough work, and he was attacked by someone.

"The intelligence shows that the other party has not found any problems. Moreover, most of the Apple family's forces are under surveillance, and they have not mobilized large-scale forces to investigate us. This is for sure." Regarding work issues, Armstrong must Group to distinguish.

"In this case... it means that Acomo didn't know anything at all, and just attacked me for no reason!" Sean squinted his eyes, and the intelligence team must not dare to lie to himself.

Saying that, Sean slapped the table hard and stood up, "Fucking fucker, Dimio the son of a bitch, bullying too much, because he thinks that I, Sean, is a bully and wants to fucking kill me for no reason Lao Tzu!"

For no reason?

Both Bill and Armstrong were stunned. Just now, that's not what you said...

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the office door, and Thomson poked his head in and said, "Director Wells is here, and he is at your house."

Sean explained a few words and got up to go back.

He never talked about something not so legal on the phone, this is his rule, so Wells came here after seeing the scene, it was very close anyway.

As soon as he entered the door, Wells walked over and looked him up and down, "Phew, it's good that you're okay?"

Wells breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't because he and Sean had such a good relationship. Everyone was a co-existing body of interests. If something happened to Sean, no one would support his mayor dream.

"Why did such a big incident happen? The scene is like a battlefield. Where are the corpses? How many people died? This news will definitely be published in the newspaper tomorrow. How can I explain it then!" Wells waved his arms, his tone very dissatisfied.

"How the hell do I know, I'm a legal taxpayer, a decent businessman, and now someone is attacking me, OK!" Sean pointed at Wells' nose and stopped him.

"Ha, well, you are a legal and decent businessman." Wells sneered, "So, who did you provoke, and the other party made such a cruel move? Where are the other party's people? Are they all dead? Where's the body?"

"Fart, let me emphasize again that I am a serious businessman." Anyway, Sean was very firm in his heart.

How can the American businessman's business be called a crime?

"Dimio's people, 10 of them, are all dead, and their bodies were burned. What, you want."

"Clean it up." Wells curled his lips. "So, how did you provoke them? Aren't they still fighting among themselves?"

"I've been busy with serious business recently." Sean sat on the sofa, frowning and said, "I guess Acomo wants to pass on the conflict."

"If there is an internal conflict, find a foreign enemy to fight. Isn't this an American tradition? If Acomo really succeeds, ha, then Dimio will be able to grow stronger."

"Also... this may be the case." Wells smacked his mouth and looked up at Sean, "Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm a legitimate businessman, what can I do? Of course I choose to trust the police." Sean sneered.

Wells spread his hands and looked at Sean with a tangled expression, "No, do you usually lie to yourself like this?"

Sean rolled his eyes and didn't bother to talk to him. He had a plan and it was impossible to tell this guy.

"Let me tell you, there have been mass shootings in the state recently, and everyone is paying attention."

"Go to hell. Last year, 110,000 people died in shootings in the United States, and there were more than 1,300 mass shootings. Listen clearly, they are large-scale, with an average of 3.5 incidents per day. This is nothing but news." Sean sneered. "By comparison, a day without mass shootings is news."

"Okay." Wells shrugged, "Be careful, I don't want you to go to jail for murder."

Saying that, Wells stood up, "Don't make a big fuss in Newark, too."

"Don't worry about this, by the way." Sean called Wells, "After a while, I'm going to set up a safe zone in Newark."

"Safe zone? What safe zone?"

"Well, let's talk about it later, anyway, it's not now." Sean waved his hand, "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

Wells said nothing, waved his hand and walked out.

In the police report, the shooting on the highway would not have anything to do with Sean, but just a fight between two gangs.

This kind of thing happens every day, as long as it does not involve influential people, no one will pay attention.

It's just the daily life, and it only exists in the corner of the newspaper.