America’s Big Hero

"These damned guys are all liars, cheapskate!" As soon as he walked out of the villa, Sol couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and began to curse.

Passing by a fountain, Sol kicked hard angrily, and then his face became even uglier.

"Ten thousand dollars, only ten thousand dollars, ha, this is Rockefeller."

"It's just ridiculous."

"They are synonymous with power and money." Sean turned around and said with a smile.

"No, they don't deserve it!" Saul gritted his teeth, "The synonym of money can't be so stingy."

"Look at this manor, classic and luxurious." Xiao En said with a smile and raised his hand.

"No, in terms of classicism and luxury, he is far behind Buckingham Palace, which has a history of two hundred years!" Sol said bitterly.

"Look at these sculptures, full of artistic atmosphere."

"Fart, compared to art, this shit manor is not worthy of being a shoemaker for the Louvre!"

"Look at these architectural designs, with a strong sense of history."

"Bah!" Saul spat fiercely, "Is there a heavy sense of history? Don't be ridiculous, I'm shameless, although I have never been to the East, and TV and newspapers are always slandering them, but I know that the one in the East The palace where the emperor of the mysterious country lives is still there. It is said that it has a history of thousands of years, and there are tens of thousands of houses. People will get lost in it and cannot get out for several days."

"Hey, let me tell you what's the matter with you." Sol grabbed Sean's arm, pointed behind him, and said very dissatisfied: "Didn't you still think this manor was very ordinary just now, why did you help them talk? Come on, you forget how they treated you just now."

"This is Rockefeller Manor." Sean pointed to the land under his feet, and then pointed his thumb at his chest, "And my name is Rockefeller."

"Teach you an old Chinese saying 'that can be replaced'!"

"..." Sol looked confused.

Say, when did you secretly learn Chinese.

"What's the meaning?"

Sean didn't explain to Saul what it means to be replaced by Bi. After all, if you want to figure it out, you have to start with how awesome the First Emperor is, that...it's too long.

The two got on the yellow broken Suzuki again, and once again saw the parking lot hidden among the flowers in the woods, Sol didn't have a good impression.

Leaving the manor on the road leading to New York, Saul asked listlessly, "Send you back to Newark?"

"Go to Brooklyn, New York." Sean said without hesitation. He had already figured out where to go next since he had just heard the $10,000.

"What are you doing there?"

"Take you to meet a friend, an indispensable member of my future plan." Sean said inscrutablely.

"It's weird." Sol gave Sean a sideways look. He hadn't seen this guy change a lot in more than a year. If it wasn't for this charming face, he would be a different person.

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New York, Brooklyn, 78th Street.

It was already dark when we left Rockefeller Manor, and it was almost 10 o'clock when we arrived in Brooklyn.

After dark, the Big Apple City is still brightly lit and noisy, it is a city that never stops.

A man with a height of 185 in a brown T-shirt and a cigarette in his mouth is leaning against the gate of a bar. He has a thin face, a tall nose, blue eyes, and deep and melancholy eyes. His body seems to be full of stories, which attracts the women who enter the bar to turn their heads. , and the more intimate sister saw through his exhaustion and was ready to take off his disguise...

"That's it." Sean yelled, and Sol slammed on the brakes and broke Suzuki to stop beside the handsome guy.

"Yuri!" Sean yelled at the handsome guy as he opened the car door.

"Sean." Yuri walked over with a big smile, waved his hands and clapped his hands hard, and gave him another big hug.

"Let me introduce, this wrinkled guy is Saul, Saul Goodman, a lawyer." Sean pointed to Saul who got out of the car, then patted Yuri on the shoulder and said, "Uri , Yuri Olov, a life and death brother in the trenches."

"Hello." Yuri reached out and shook Sol's hand, "When he was in the army, Sean always mentioned your name of 'Slick Jimmy'."

"Hello, Sean just told me that you are his best comrade-in-arms." Sol opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Come on, let's go in and talk, I've made all the arrangements." Yuri greeted.

As soon as he entered the bar, the sound of explosive music hit his eardrums, making Sean feel a little uncomfortable. There were already a lot of people in the meeting, the dance floor was full of writhing bodies, and the DJ with a big headset was playing discs with enthusiasm. The atmosphere in the bar was Very hot.

Under Yuri's leadership, the two walked towards the second floor. Along the way, both the service staff of the bar and the regular customers here greeted Yuri one after another.

The three arrived on the second floor, and Yuri arranged a private room, but Sean waved his hand, "No, just sit outside."

"Okay." Yuri didn't object. Sean was the squad leader on the battlefield back then, and listening to Sean had become a habit.

The three sat down, and Sean put one hand on the railing and looked at the crowded first floor with a smile: "You manage this bar well."

"I'm not in charge of this, I'm just in charge of watching the scene and dealing with those troublemakers." Yuri smiled and waved his hands, "What would you like to drink?"

"Get all the best wine in your store." Sean snapped his fingers.

"We've ordered so much, we can't drink it." Sol was taken aback, there must be a limit to using alcohol to relieve sorrow, don't drink it into the hospital.

"Is that wine?" Sean smiled mysteriously, "That's the wealth code."

Yuri smiled and nodded to Sean, stretched out his hand to greet someone to come over and give some instructions, and then asked aloud, "Why did you come to Brooklyn all of a sudden?"

"Deal with the will issue." Sean didn't hide anything, and said the matter again.

While talking, three waitresses in tube top short skirts with slender waists twisted like water snakes brought over drinks on trays.

"Stolichnaya Soviet Red Label Vodka." After stopping the conversation, Yuri took the wine from the tray and introduced it on the table.

"Captain Morgan, this is Captain Morgan, white rum from Puerto Rico."

"This is gin, England's Befeater, and this is also England's gin, Lariors."

"Whiskey, but produced in Canada, Seagram V. O. Seagrartis, this one is produced in the United States, Four Roses Bourbon Whiskey."

"French brandy, Golden Flower V.S.O.P. Camus, this one is Bisquit V.S.O.P, also from France."

After the introduction, a hot wine delivery girl gave Sean a big wink with her big watery eyes, and when she turned around, she rubbed Sean's arm hard with her rounded body.

Xiao En smiled and stretched out his hand to grab it hard. I don't know if it was because the palm was too big, but the middle finger seemed to have scratched somewhere. Blow a kiss.

The three laughed, and Yuri opened a bottle of brandy and poured it for the two, "Come on, drink!"

"There is nothing unhappiness that a bottle of wine can't solve!"

"If there is, then add another big ass girl!"

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By the way, I forgot to mention, novices set sail, newcomers start the train, tickets or something, you are welcome, just drop them here.

Another very important point, Zhang said!

The chapter said that the weight has increased, and readers, dads, are welcome to speak up, thank you!

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