America’s Big Hero

Benny Cavill is very distressed now.

Sean can always come up with something new for him.

Sean leaned back on the sofa, lowered his head and trimmed the cigar in his hand, and when he heard Benny's question, he said loudly without raising his head: "I'm doing justice!"

"Talk to me!" Benny's head was throbbing with veins, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

"This is your fault, Benny." Sean put down his cigar, and looked at Benny with a serious face, "The most important thing about being a governor is not to show emotions, you don't even believe that you are doing justice, You're fighting for democratic rights, so how do you convince voters?"

Sean reached out and knocked heavily on the coffee table a few times, "What about our New Jersey, it has always been the vote warehouse of the donkey party. As the governor, you must have some labels of new thoughts on you, so as to attract those young people and win the prize. Tickets to those young people."

"You can't count on those old people, those people, you just kneel down and lick his toes..." As he spoke, Sean tilted his head, "Well, maybe licking toes is really useful."

Benny slapped his forehead heavily, leaned back on the seat, and remained silent. Sean was right.

But I don't know why, his hands are very itchy, and he always wants to hit something.

"Okay, okay, bloody justice!" Benny muttered for a while, and then asked again: "What the hell are you going to do?"

"Of course it's to solve the trouble for the state government!" Sean took a big puff, "Didn't you get the state government's expenditure on prisoners over the years from you last time? I checked, and the amount is indeed a bit high. And, there’s not a penny of gain.”

"So?" Benny looked at Sean in confusion, "Are you going to make a donation?"

Sean glanced at Benny, "It's fine to donate money, but it's not a long-term solution after all!"

"I'm going to buy these prisons."

Benny sat up straight and looked at Sean in astonishment. He felt that he had heard wrong, "Are you going to prepare a home for yourself in advance?"

Sean's face turned black on the spot!

To buy a state prison, you must first communicate with the governor.

After all, these prisons currently belong to the state government. This is not to say that Sean can solve the problem by filing lawsuits, marching, and applying pressure.

Of course, the state government does feel that prisons are a burden, but this thing is indispensable.

There is no problem with Benny, but the final price of the state prison will be discussed by the state assembly.

After reaching a consensus with the governor, Sean continued to vigorously promote the incident of "prisoner abuse" in prisons. At the same time, demonstrations in the state became more and more powerful.

To be honest, when Sean formed a gang, he only wanted to sell his fake wine better. Now he found that after the gang has a high control, it is very convenient to hold any parade.

There are more than 230 gangs under Sean's control, with 20,000 members, and everyone's relatives and friends can also launch some, which allows Sean to launch 200,000 demonstrations across the state at the same time.

There are only less than 8 million people in New Jersey. These 2.5% of the people are launching demonstrations. With the addition of some spectators, the momentum immediately rose.

On the other hand, Sean used the power of the New Jersey consortium to persuade the MPs of the Donkey Party to stand up one by one.

...

In an unremarkable villa, the doors and windows are closed, and the curtains are drawn tightly in broad daylight.

There were several people gathered in the living room, everyone's face was not good-looking, they were sitting or standing, holding cigarettes in their hands, and the living room was filled with smoke.

"Do you believe what the damn guy is doing for 'justice'?" one man said!

"It's just fart! Fuck human rights, that guy is not so kind!" One person threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his feet, "He is the biggest executioner in New Jersey, the incarnation of the devil, why is this guy still Not to hell!"

"Then why did he buy the prison?"

Apparently, not long after Sean left the governor's office, the news got out.

The governments of all countries are like sieves, never able to hide any secrets.

"Ghost knows, but it's definitely not for those damned criminals." One person frowned and took a deep breath, and then said with some uncertainty: "It should be for making money, but, is there anything else to squeeze out of those guys? "

"That's not necessarily true, that damn guy Sean can squeeze oil out of the trash!" One person said with a sneer.

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent. Spoiler, that guy's ability to make money is really extraordinary. Just a 'blending oil', not only has a name of environmental protection, but also completely turned the garbage disposal business into a profit.

Originally, the government had to pay money every year, and there was waste incineration power generation as a supplement. Waste disposal can basically achieve a balance of income and expenditure, so 'blended oil' is a purely profitable project.

No cost except a little labor...

"But, if the prison is really bought by him, then we are finished!" One person said through gritted teeth.

Prisons have always been the darkest, most opaque places, full of sinful elements, but, because of this, very profitable!

It said that the prison is a burden, and here it is said to make money, but this is not contradictory.

It's like the people in poverty-stricken areas are indeed poor, but this does not delay the government's mansions in the slightest.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone!

According to the information in Sean's hands, there are more than 40,000 inmates in the New Jersey prison, plus prison guards and other guards, the prison system has 50,000 mouths.

The prison system is closed and dark. Just to provide food, clothing, housing, and other expenses for these 50,000 people, these people can earn a lot of money every year!

What's more, if you want to live well in the prison, you have to pay more money, which is more lucrative.

In addition, tobacco, marijuana, drugs, etc. consumed in the prison are also money.

If Sean buys prisons on a large scale, it will cut their flesh, and it is likely to expose all the things that were previously dark, then the impact will be even greater!

It's just that the ghost knows that someone will have the idea of ​​going to prison, this is simply not human!

"We must not let that guy succeed!" Everyone nodded.

"It's just, what can we do? Now there are demonstrators everywhere outside, Sean and the New Jersey consortium support, those congressmen can't bear this pressure."

Although they make a lot of money every year, they are just rats in the sewer and cannot appear in the sun.

There are really not many ways!

"Let me think about it, let me think about it, prisons, yes, prisons are part of the legal system, and our United States is a legal country, how can a part of the law be controlled by private hands!"

"Yes, yes, the legal system, the legal system, the legal system is not a tool for private profit!"

"Well said, this is a retrogression of the rule of law, this is an insult to the law!"

"We must not let this kind of thing go into heat!"

A group of people found a reason and became impassioned, as if they were the messengers of justice and the killer of evil!

Sean:? ? ?

...

Collect people's money and eliminate disasters with people!

This is the eternal truth.

Something not so 'harmonious' emerged in this condemnation of the prison.

A Republican congressman said in an interview: "There are indeed some unsatisfactory things in the prison. We know about these, but what I want to say is that the situation is developing, and the construction of the prison is also developing. It can’t be done overnight.”

"Every year, the state invests so much in the prison system. The problem of insufficient funds and insufficient police force is always there. This is also irrefutable."

"However, what I want to say is that when we encounter problems, we should not only blame and complain, but also find ways to face and solve them. For example, we can set up an organization to monitor the prison system to strengthen supervision, so that The prison can also be bathed in sunshine, so that these bad things will slowly disappear."

"Otherwise, what else can we do? We can't turn the prison into a private company, can we?"

"This is simply ridiculous. Prisons are part of the construction of the legal system, and the legal system cannot be used as a tool for private profit. This is an insult to the law, and it is also extremely unfair!"

This congressman talked eloquently, and the suggestions he gave were still constructive and feasible.

Especially the question he raised at the end, 'prisons cannot be run privately', made many people feel something different.

And the sentence "Prison is a part of the legal system and cannot be used as a tool for private profit" has also made headlines on the front pages of major media.

Sean saw this news in the newspaper during breakfast the next day. After reading it, his face completely darkened, and he was in no mood to eat anymore!

His intuition told him that this sentence was said on purpose. He never thought that what he said in the governor's office could be completely kept secret, but if such a voice appeared the next day, saying that it was not aimed at him would be hell!

Ha, this is deliberately against him! ?

"Damn it, it's because he dared to do that!" Sean cursed and stood up, without eating, and ordered someone to call Armstrong over.

"Tell me, what's going on with this guy, who made him say that, and who is behind the scenes!" Sean will never allow anyone to destroy his private prison plan.

He knew that this cake was too big!

"This..." Armstrong was a little dazed after reading the newspaper. He didn't have much impression of the Republican Congressman. "I'll arrange someone to investigate immediately!"

"Immediately, immediately!" Sean ordered.

"The rule of law cannot be used as a tool for private profit. Ha, the one next door to Spicy is simply farting."

"Am I being too merciful?" Sean turned his head to look at Torrey standing beside him.

Jeff went to preside over the affairs of Cartagena's "street committee", and Sean transferred another person to him to train, that is Torre.

Torre is a strong black man, close to 2 meters tall, with muscles all over his body. He is a strong man who can hold an M134 six-barreled Gatling chug with one hand.

But it would be wrong to think that he only has muscles but no brains. This guy was a thug when he was on the battlefield.

"You are indeed too kind!" Torre nodded in agreement, "After all, you are the 'Messenger of Justice' and 'Sin Buster'. People with justice in their hearts are always kind, and they will be underestimated by those evil guys." Look, being bullied at the door."

"Ha, hahaha." Sean laughed out loud looking at Torrey's serious face. If Jonas and Jeff were here, they would just roll their eyes or make booing.

Torre smiled naively, looking honest and honest, who would doubt that such a big fool would tell lies.

"By the way, are you looking for a wife?" Sean suddenly became curious.

Torre smiled foolishly, "There's no rush, let's see who will give birth to me first."

Sean: ...

Damn, I knew you were not a good thing.

Being teased by Torre, Sean's mood improved a lot. He put down the newspaper and continued to eat.

Sure enough, the most important thing in life is to be happy.

...

"Cut off the phone line!" Armstrong was very angry after being scolded by Sean, and he personally led a team to investigate this Elephant Congressman named House Norman.

Not long after, an intelligence team member pretending to be a telephone company went up and knocked on the door, "We found that your home phone is faulty, so let's check it out."

"Oh, really." The hostess looked up and down at the man in front of her.

Looking about 30 years old, with a strong body and a masculine appearance, the hostess opened the door and let people in.

People from the intelligence team walked to the phone, carefully disassembled the phone, and put a small monitor in it.

Seeing someone go in here, I immediately connected the phone line.

It was just that when he bent over to work seriously, the hostess in her 40s sat on the sofa and looked at him sideways.

'Such a powerful gluteus maximus'

'A man who works hard is so handsome'

The hostess unconsciously rubbed her thighs, bit her lower lip, and reached out to undo two buttons of the clothes on her chest.

He stood up and walked to the staff, put his hands on the table, raised his head, and said softly, "Is my phone broken?"

"There are some old sayings, it's not a big problem." The intelligence team said casually, but they just turned their heads carelessly, and their eyes naturally followed the wide open neckline.

The hostess looked like a nature lover, she was not wearing any clothes, and two evil things were hanging in the air.

I don't know if it's because the room is a little hot, but the hostess' skin is slightly red, and it flickers as she speaks.

The intelligence team froze and licked their lips subconsciously. Are you testing me?

As if the hostess didn't see it, she raised her hand and brushed her hair, leaned over again, half of her body was attached to the intelligence officer's arm, and she stretched her head to look at the phone, "Really, then can you help me?" Fix him?"

"Of course, of course." The person in the intelligence team coughed lightly, and his hands moved quickly. He quickly put the phone on, and then stood up straight, "Okay."

The hostess stretched out her hand to embrace the other's arm. The hostess stretched out her tongue and slowly licked her lips. She said in a numb voice, "The water pipe in my house is also broken. Can you help me?"

"Ma'am, I am honored!"

...

"Why haven't you come out yet? It's been 20 minutes!?" Armstrong frowned in the car not far from the villa.

It shouldn't be a problem, they've done this many times.

After waiting for another 20 minutes, Armstrong was really anxious, and when he was about to send someone down to check the situation, the door of the villa opened, and the young man from the intelligence team came out.

In the car, Armstrong clearly saw the people in the group waving kindly to the hostess.

His intuition from perennial intelligence told him that there was a problem!

"What's going on, why is it taking so long?" As soon as they got into the car, several people in the car looked over.

"Ahem." The intelligence team coughed lightly, and patted the numb muscles on his thighs, "I made a huge sacrifice for my work."

"puff!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Several people in the car burst into laughter instantly, and everyone understood a sentence.

"Mommy Farke, you like that old woman!" Armstrong scolded dumbfoundedly.

"It's different, head, it's different, identity, isn't the most important thing!"

"Think about it, in our senator's house, on his bed, fuck the senator's wife, Falk, it's so enjoyable!"

"If it's the president's wife, even if she's 60 years old, I think it's good!"

"Quick, tell us, what does a congressman's wife smell like." Several people in the car booed.

"A horse-fork bug, a special horse-fork bug!"

"Shit!" Armstrong cursed. However, this matter is not a big problem, and there will be a reason to come to the door next time to get the bug back.

At night, when Senator House Norman came back, Armstrong immediately turned on the electronic jamming equipment in the car.

The power is not high, and the mobile phone can also play, but the signal is intermittent, the sound is noisy, and it is very unstable.

This is to force the other party to use the home phone.

On the other side, Sean found Gilbert. This Congressman House is a New Jersey Congressman after all, and many of the bank transactions have to go through the "Ocean First" Bank.

Gilbert will definitely give Sean face, besides, it's not a big deal.

If he doesn't say it, who knows.

On the other side, Jonas cooperated with another group of people from the intelligence team to closely monitor the people, relatives and friends that Haus Norman came into contact with on a daily basis.

In New Jersey now, if Sean wants to check a person's background, there is no problem at all!

The topic of 'prisons are a part of the legal system and cannot be used as a tool for private profit' raised by House Norman, under Sean's deliberate instructions and guidance, has become 'whether private individuals can buy prisons', allowing the state The government should get rid of this huge burden, and at the same time, whether it can improve the prison environment is a big discussion.

New Jersey is Sean's stronghold, how could he not strengthen his control over New Jersey.

Although the matter of acquiring and starting a TV station has not yet been completed, Sean has secretly acquired several newspaper offices.

They are all relatively small newspapers.

But just leading the topic, plus Sean's financial support, it's not a big problem.

In a few days, Sean basically found out the details of this Congressman House.

In fact, it's really not difficult. Those who oppose Xiao En's acquisition of the prison must be a group of people who are seeking benefits in the current prison system.

The range isn't huge, and it's easy to find in this case.

Looking at the information in his hand, Sean sneered disdainfully, "A bunch of garbage, garbage that has been dazzled by greed."

There are wardens of several prisons, several businessmen who specialize in food and daily necessities, and a drug criminal.

Several wardens have worked in the system for decades and have extensive contacts. The entire profit-making system is centered on them, weaving into a network of interests covering all prison systems.

Just to be honest, looking at the above data, Sean felt ridiculous.

The state's expenditure on the entire prison system in one year is only 120 million U.S. dollars, and it needs to be distributed to more than 40,000 prisoners in the state, each of which is less than 3,000 U.S. dollars per year.

After mental calculation, Sean was a little dazed, and his mind uncontrollably converted to the side of the rabbit. In 1985, 250 dollars per person per month...

Forget it, you can't compare with rabbits.

After removing the minimum basic expenses, how much oil and water can only be scraped off by one person! ?

Xiao En did the math, the government invested so much, plus the money from the prisoners and their families, the total would be 100 million US dollars a year, and the entire prison system would have to share the profits.

There are not many divisions in their small group.

"Crack!" Throwing the information in his hand on the table, "I'm at death's door with poison!"

"Bill, tonight, I'm going to see that pan-drug guy."

Bill made an OK gesture!

Sean thought for a while, and shouted from behind, "Everyone, try to catch them alive, I'm talking about everyone!"

Two battle groups, a trivial conflict.

Sean wasn't in the mood to pay attention to this kind of skirmish.

This small pan-drug gang mainly supplies prisoners in the prison and does not sell it to the outside world, so the gang is not big. It only supplies goods at a fixed time on weekdays. There are few things and people are scattered.

The two combat groups were separated, and each of them aimed at one target.

Walking alone on the road, he suddenly felt something pressing against his waist. Before he could react, a "zi la la" electric current surged, and he was directly paralyzed by the electric shock. His body was supported by someone, and he was dragged directly into the car next to him.

One person drank at the bar, felt urgent to go to the toilet, and never came back.

One person was sleeping at home, the door was opened, in his sleep, a cloth soaked in ether was placed on his face, after struggling for a while, he passed out, including the woman next to him, disappeared together.

One person just opened the door of the car and was about to get out of the car, when a car suddenly jumped up next to him, and he was pushed back into the car with his foot, the car was driven away, and the person disappeared without a trace.

...

The small group of 8 people disappeared overnight without leaving any clues.

His eyes swept over the eight people kneeling neatly in front of him when they were captured at the base, and Sean clicked his tongue, "It's poisonous, do you know it's against the law?"

"Don't you want to keep a low profile when doing this kind of thing, and come to provoke me?"

"Tell me, I'm curious, who gave you the courage to sabotage my plan?"

"What's the matter, do you think I, Sean, can't find it, is it because you guys are playing tricks behind your back, or do you think that Sean is easy to talk to?"

Until now, the arrested drug dealer leader didn't know who he was arrested by.

A look of disbelief was written on his face, "How could you find me!?"

He has no contact with the local gangs in New Jersey at all, and every drug transaction is sent to the prison along with the food. Except for a few wardens and those who do business, no one knows his existence.

"Ha." Sean sneered and felt a little dull, he was an ignorant person.

Do you really think that if you don't get in touch with the local gangs, you won't be able to find someone?

Damn, don't you know that money leaves traces?

All the money transferred by the government enters the prison from the bank and is transferred out of the prison. From the bank transfer records, the few businessmen who supply daily necessities to the prison can be directly caught.

I have found a businessman. Is it still difficult to find a few people who have a close relationship with a few people?

Even if you use cash transactions as much as possible, as long as you use the bank once, it will leave traces!

In addition, they should always meet and talk, not to mention that the money of this group of people must be cleaned from several businessmen before entering their private accounts.

Is it hard to find someone?

He is not a policeman, and he is not going to take them to court. He wants to pursue the reasonable and legal evidence obtained and the reasonable and legal channels for obtaining them.

I'm a fucking mafia!

Sean lost interest in an instant, turned around and left with his goodbyes, leaving only one sentence before leaving.

"Use electrocution and water torture to knock out what they know. In addition, don't cause any damage to the body."

After leaving the base, Torre frowned and asked, "Why can't you cause any damage to your body? Boss, are you going to hand him over to the police?"

Ask if you don't understand, he knows that he is being trained by Xiao En's side.

"Why bother the police, the police are busy too." Xiao En said with a smile: "After the question is clear, send it to train in fighting skills, and then send it to the ring to fight life and death. Only one person can Live and die!"

"Remember, even a piece of toilet paper is valuable, and even dog poop can be used as flower fertilizer."

"Life and death, the kind that is sure to die, at least create more than one million income, isn't it delicious?"

"Sweet!" Torre held out a thumb, the boss is still ruthless, he is indeed a person who extracts oil from the garbage dump.

It's all over New Jersey now, Sean, a man who can squeeze oil out of the trash!

capitalist?

The capitalists cried when they saw it!

"Well, by then, those who didn't die will probably be useless, and they will all be sent to the power plant to be burned. Why haven't they sent out a few kilowatt-hours of electricity!"

Torre: (*-`ω-) people

Drug criminals and the like, in Sean's eyes, are all fake and ruthless people. Sure enough, the next morning, the confessions made by these guys reached Sean's desk.

"Investigate by category, and hand over those that can be used as legal evidence to the police, and those that cannot be used as evidence to the newspaper." Sean picked up the milk on the table and drank it in one gulp, then continued: "Stir up this matter, our general public They have the right to know!"

"Look, look at how dark the prison is now!"

"Prisoners are people too, and our fellow citizens!"

"So many of our compatriots are living in dire straits."

"Can I, Sean, just watch?"

"cannot!"

"Rescue the prisoners, start now!"

Originally, based on the connections and relationships of several wardens, the procuratorate would not prosecute them.

Everyone in the internal system knows they have a problem, but I won't prosecute, what the hell!

Officials protect each other, the whole world is the same.

However, some people came forward to expose, at a time when the public is focusing on prison-related issues, even if it is just a few small newspapers that have exposed the corruption of several wardens.

Because the exposed material was too real, those big newspapers quickly followed up, and immediately, a wave inevitably took shape.

Of course, if you want to promote public prosecution, this will be much slower, and the investigation and evidence collection alone will be very troublesome.

Even if you know the result and then deduce the answer, it is the same. It is a difficulty to obtain evidence legally.

Like The Simpsons, it was a money win.

Fortunately, the money of those wardens came from wrong sources. Although it was laundered, it means that they had paid taxes, but if they carefully investigated the sources of their funds, they could find flaws.

Traces of money laundering.

Laundering money is a crime in itself!

Besides, with their financial resources, they couldn't afford to hire a dream team of lawyers like Simpson.

On this side, the public prosecution of several wardens was promoted, and on the other side, Sean sent the relevant information of several businessmen directly to the IRS.

Obstructing Xiao En's fortune... This small reactionary gang that hindered Xiao En's "justice" is completely finished!

But Sean is not in a hurry, what he wants is Fengchao, as long as there is Fengchao, he can buy those prisons from the state government.

...

The news in the newspaper media was rampant, and the three old wardens were not blind.

After so many years of ups and downs in the system, although they are far inferior to Sean in terms of money, status, and connections, it is not difficult to receive news that someone is investigating them.

Needless to say, they know who moved their hands.

It's not going to court. At this time, free testimony is enough.

"Son of a son of a bitch, he is going to let us die!" Several old people secretly gathered together, and when they met, an old man with only a few gray hairs growled loudly with a ferocious expression on his face.

Although Sean just wanted to send them to court, how did they know about those prisoners? If they were put in prison, what would happen to them could be imagined.

It's better to die outside!

Sean didn't take them seriously, but they still valued themselves very much!

"Is there any other way?" A white-haired old man sat on the sofa in a dainty manner, looking at the other three.

Several people shook their heads after being silent for a while. They all knew the law, and they knew what they had done. No matter what kind of lawyer they hired, it was useless.

Not to mention whether they can live to the end of their sentence, just thinking of being locked up with what they see as garbage, maggots, and scumbags is absolutely unacceptable to them.

He used to be so high above, the god in the prison, but one day he would fall to that point... humiliation!

Not everyone is afraid of death, there are some things, for some people, are more terrifying than death!

They can accept other punishments, but what is absolutely unacceptable is being put in prison, and would rather die!

"Die...heh, heh." An old man let out a deep and hoarse laugh.

"I hope, in hell, I can see him standing by my side!"

"People are born guilty. Those guys in the prison are all sinful guys who don't repent. What's wrong with punishing them?"

"I am punishing those guilty for the Lord!"

"It's just those poor children, I hope they can be guided by the Lord."

"Let's explain the rest of the matter!" The white-haired old man looked at the other two and said firmly, "Xiao En, that's a devil, kill this devil, and the Lord will let me go to heaven! "

The old white man sitting on the sofa with Da Ma Jindao lowered his head slightly and drew a sign of the cross on his body.

He is a devout Christian!

...

Ghost weather, it's too cold, only 15°