America’s Big Hero

Half an hour later, in the Newark wharf area, a bald old white man in a jacket walked towards this side. Bill stepped forward to search around and then led someone to open the car door.

Inside the car, Sean and the white old man froze at the same time, neither of them expected to see each other here.

A few seconds later, the old white man opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Sean, "Come here."

"I didn't think it was you, and the vet didn't say it was you, Sean."

"Very surprised."

"More than a month ago, I never would have imagined that you would kill Hector and the others."

"Isn't this doomed more than a month ago?"

Old Mike was silent for a while, he knew it would not be so easy to leave today, "What do you want me to do."

"Don't worry, I definitely didn't ask you to kill someone." Sean laughed softly.

Old Mike didn't express his anger at Sean questioning his combat power, but just watched Sean calmly waiting for the next step.

"You know, a month ago, I was just an ordinary person before I got the hang of it." Sean pointed to the back of his head and said, "My people and I don't know enough about Newark, including the surrounding areas. , I need someone who can give me a clue of opinion,"

"A consultant."

"You won't turn me down, will you, old Mike."

"What do you want me to do?" Old Mike asked again.

"Let's talk in another place, drink coffee or go to a restaurant?" Sean asked with a smile.

Twenty minutes later, Sean and Old Mike sat opposite each other in a coffee shop in Jersey City.

Having been an old police officer for more than thirty years, he has dealt with those private matters all day long. The whole of Newark has no objection to Old Mike, and there are very few things he doesn't understand.

There are many gangs in Newark. This guy knows all about the main characters in the gangs, their sphere of influence, their business scope, and the grievances between the gangs.

The most important thing is that the leaders of these gangs may have changed, but the people below are the same over and over again. Moreover, those guys are regular visitors to the police station. After so many years, Old Mike has some connections with every gang and has his own. Informants and sources of information.

Just after hearing what old Mike said, Sean had already decided to hire the old man as his consultant.

In fact, apart from this, the old Mike has been in the police station for more than 30 years. From the chief of the police station to the newcomers below, he knows everyone. Who in the police station has a personality, who has hobbies, and who receives the most bribes from gangs? , who has special interests in which gang, he knows all about it.

It's just that Old Mike couldn't say these things, or rather, he couldn't say them now.

"The annual salary is 100,000, come and help me, how about it." Sean picked up the coffee and gestured to the old Mike.

"Will you take over the position of Salamanga?" Old Mike asked after a moment of pondering.

He didn't ask Sean what he did. Based on his news channels, he already knew that a smuggled wine guy named Sean came to the city, but he didn't think about the guy whose head was shot a month ago.

"I won't." Sean shook his head. He wanted to see Old Mike's surprised look, but he was disappointed. Old Mike's face was as expressionless as a dead man's. "Are you a facial paralysis?"

"You won't be surprised by anything after you've been at the grassroots level of the police station for thirty years." Old Mike shook his head slightly.

"Well, what a boring person." Sean shrugged and continued: "Remember, I'm a serious businessman, and I don't do things that violate the law, so I won't take over the position of Seramanga. but..."

Old Mike looked as if the front was full of nonsense, and he had been waiting for your next words.

"But a friend of mine named Jonas would do it, and he'd do it really well."

"What about the poison, will you continue?"

"It's Jonas, I have to correct your mistake, OK!" Sean snorted and continued, "No, he's a good guy, he's a fighting hero, he doesn't like drugs, and he won't touch that thing. "

"Why, drugs are very profitable." Old Mike obviously didn't believe in any nonsense reasons like not liking it.

"Why? Ha!" Sean shook his head and sneered, "Who told you that drugs are very profitable, don't look at the thoughts of those standing on top of skyscrapers with your eyes on the horizon."

"Drugs, with high risks and low profits, are not a good business. Over the years, no rich man on the rich list has made his fortune by selling drugs."

"Drugs, a group of uneducated guys with all their brains, they only touch business when they have no other means of making money."

"In my eyes, poisons are not as valuable as the garbage in the trash can across the street, do you believe it?"

Turning his head to look at the trash cans on the street outside, Old Mike shook his head firmly, "I don't believe it."

"Stay with me, and within a few years you will understand that drugs are not as valuable as garbage." Sean didn't even bother to explain the profit prospects and market share of the 'garbage recycling' industry to Old Mike.

"Okay, now I'm your boss." Sean reached out and grabbed Old Mike's hand and shook it forcibly.

"Okay, boss." Old Mike said blankly, "What job do I have now?"

"First reconnect with your informants in those gangs, and tell me if there is any trouble, based on your experience, if you think it is necessary."

Old Mike nodded first, and then said: "I think the most important thing for you now is to play golf with Director Wells King."

"Newark Police Chief?" Sean frowned.

"Every 2 afternoons, Wells King will go to the golf course next to the Hilton to play. Coincidentally, today is Monday. You'd better find a way to deal with Director Wells King tomorrow. He did it in Newark. The director of the bureau for 15 years, the mayor of Newark has changed, but he is still in office. At the same time, he has a wide network of contacts in the legal system of Essex County, and he has been friends and colleagues with the county attorney and judge for many years. "

"If you can't handle Wells, then you can't stand in Newark." Old Mike showed the value of his existence as soon as he came up.

"So, how did Salamanga manage to get Wells."

"Maybe it's money, maybe it's a woman, maybe it's a handle, who knows." Old Mike shrugged.

"Okay, I see." Sean nodded, "Does Salamanga have other powers in Newark?"

"You don't need to worry too much about the rest. The remaining power of Salamanga should be in New York State in the north, but no one knows where it is hiding." Old Mike shook his head and said: "You can only wait for them now." Come out on your own, and besides, you need to worry about the people behind Salamanga."

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Do you dare to follow up every day, do you dare to come to the monthly pass, recommendation, and reward every day!

Just because you have the guts!