America's Big Hero Chapter 189

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Jonas and the others were silent at this time. It was no exaggeration for them to say that they were outstanding and famous. In the United States, the patriarch of the Mafia family is not ashamed.

In the Western world view, this is a traditional industry!

They are beautiful now, but the old brothers are still buried, and now what they say is inappropriate, and there is no way to comfort them.

It is obviously impossible to say let the position come out. This is not to say that it can be let go.

"Don't be so affectionate with Fake." Yuri shook off Sean's arm and scolded with a smile: "It's okay for everyone to be brothers, but I don't want the relationship to develop further."

"I am normal!"

"Fake, you bastard, you're so **** disgusting!" Sean scolded, and he just said it.

"So, is Cartagena important?" Yuri asked with a smile, dissipating most of the stagnation in his heart.

"It's alright..." Sean tilted his head and thought for a while and said, "How should I put it, if it really develops according to my expectations, Cartagena may become one of the most important cities in South America in the future, but how important is it? , not to mention."

"It's not the United States over there. If there is a real need, we won't be soft-hearted. We will kill if we need to."

"Then I won't go there, let Jeff stay there." Yuri thought for a while and said.

"Well... that's fine." Sean thought for a while and nodded. New York is said to be a big city, but it is actually very xenophobic. If the Jonas family dares to stretch out their tentacles, the five major families will unite as soon as possible.

Therefore, Sean can't let Jonas do anything. If New York takes it down, it can only be a local man named Yuri.

Since it was decided that Jeff was there, this matter was over, and everyone drank and talked about other things.

"By the way, my side is not very peaceful recently, and the old man Huang in Chinatown may come to you." When drinking, Yu Rui suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Sean sat up straight. He spent all his energy on Colombia during this time, and he didn't even have time to care about the cabbage. Naturally, he wouldn't pay attention to the situation of the underground forces in New York.

"The Jewish quarter on the other side of Manhattan began to flow out in the early years. In recent years, more and more people have gone, and they are about to disappear." Yuri continued after drinking a glass of wine: "The Jewish quarter is on the left and right sides of Chinatown, and on the other side. It's of Italian descent."

"Now that the land in the middle is vacant, the two sides naturally start to fight for it. Recently, there have been frequent exchanges of fire. However, as you know, the Chinese are outsiders after all, and the five major families are naturally on the side of the Italian gang."

"That's it!" Sean frowned, thinking about Chinatown in his mind.

No wonder he felt that the Chinatown in the future was much bigger than it is now. Thinking about it, the Jewish quarter of the future was eventually occupied by the Chinese.

This is actually the case.

A few decades later, New York Chinatown has expanded to 45 streets with an area of ​​more than 4 square kilometers. It has successively annexed the surrounding Jewish District, Puerto Rico District, and Italian District. There are 160,000 people living on 4 square kilometers of land, with a population density of 160,000. That's four times the New York average.

But why does this happen?

It stands to reason that the Chinese are an excluded group. Although the five major families have declined a little, they are still powerful. How did the Chinese expand.

After frowning for a long time, Sean couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, it's real to think about how to get some benefits out of it.

"Is Chinatown not far from your place?" Sean asked Yuri.

"Yeah, now I have some conflicts with the Chinese gang forces. Many Chinese live in the Jewish quarter, and the Chinese gangs have also expanded, affecting our business." Yu Rui shrugged and said.

"Yes, yes." Sean patted his forehead. At this time, when the moon was more round outside on the rabbit side, everything was good from abroad. A large number of people tried their best to smuggle to the United States, resulting in the Chinese population. explosive growth.

And these people can only live in Chinatown when they come to the United States!

The territory was not laid down by Chinese gangs, but expanded slowly with the expansion of the Chinese population.

The total number of Chinese living in New York in later generations reached 800,000, accounting for 10% of the population of New York.

(New York has 4 Chinatowns and 10 Chinese communities.)

And the Chinese are the most xenophobic race. Many Chinese living in Chinatown can't speak English at all. People of other races live together very much with the Chinese.

There are more and more people, and it is because of the population that the Jewish quarter and the Italian quarter are slowly crowded out.

However, this time will last for a long time, but it has no effect on the present.

(PS: The proportion of the white population in the United States is rapidly declining, and the black and Asian population is rapidly increasing)

"Old man Huang's situation is not very good?" Sean confirmed again.

"Yes, the police are also watching them." Yu Rui thought about it and said: "They are too xenophobic. There are hardly many people of other races in Chinatown. If something goes wrong, the police will not be called. The police can't make money there. What kind of money?"

"You're like this." Sean rolled his eyes and pulled Yuri and said, "Go back and encourage some gangs in Italy to have more conflicts with them."

"Huh!?" Yu Rui looked up and down Sean with an incredible look on his face. He knew that Sean was very proficient in Chinese, and he took care of the Chinese. He had a good relationship with the old man Huang, so he took the initiative to bring it up.

He never imagined that Sean would let him attack the Chinese in a hurry.

The lighting in the room was not good, so Sean didn't notice Yu Rui's strange expression, but said to himself: "I'll use some connections later, and let the officials press them down."

"Why, why!?" Yuri finally asked.

"Do you understand if you are politically correct?" Sean smiled, shook his hand and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, it's good for us anyway."

"Old man Huang will find me when I look back, then..." Under the dim light, Sean's smile became even more sinister.

Chinatown is in Manhattan, New York.

It's downtown, but it's Manhattan!

An inch of land and money in Manhattan!

As for Mr. Huang...

Well, I am helping them, yes, that's it!

On the border between Colombia and Venezuela, in a dense forest in the mountains of the province of Santander.

"General, what about the goods this time?" a man in a green military uniform asked the man in the main seat.

The man known as the general is a bald man with a tattoo on his head that extends all the way to the left side of his face. The man is lying on the reclining chair with his eyes slightly squinted, with one hand on the chest of a hot brown-skinned beautiful girl squatting beside him. , fiddled with his hands at will.

The beautiful girl didn't seem to notice, she held a golden hookah with a string of five-color gemstones in her hand and put it near the man's mouth. , said slowly: "What did the other party say?"

"The other party is only willing to pick up the goods in Cartagena, but the amount is not large, but all of us in Cartagena are dead." The man in military uniform said in a low voice.

The tattoo general took another sip of marijuana, "Have you contacted those who took the goods in the past?"

"According to your instructions, General, they all contacted, but they couldn't come to pick up the goods together. Some people have just picked up the goods, and some people need a fixed time to get the goods."

"Damn it!" The general's face was ugly, and his hand was suddenly strengthened. The girl next to him was pinched very painfully, and her face was full of pain, but she still gritted her teeth and endured it.

Sean's sweep in Cartagena completely disrupted the shipping channels in the hands of various drug lords.

They used to get the goods together near Cartagena for storage, and then sell them in batches. Now, the middle link is completely broken.

It is impossible for buyers from the United States and Europe to enter Colombia to pick up the goods themselves. They are not local snakes. There is a high probability that the goods will be swept away by the Colombian police or military on the way.

Do the Colombian police and military really know nothing?

To say that Colombia has the closest relationship with the rebels, it must be the military...

"You personally deliver the goods to Cartagena and re-establish the channel there," the general said after a moment's consideration.

"Yes, General!" The people below saluted and said again after putting down their hands: "The American security company that was in Cartagena before released news that they had built an underground bank to facilitate transactions. "

"What bank?" the general asked curiously.

The following people repeated the news of Sean's release, and the general snorted coldly after hearing it, "Only provide a place for cash transactions, how can the safety of the goods be guaranteed? Just take 10% of the commission, and the appetite is not small! "

"Then we?"

"The Yankees have always been arrogant and arrogant, they are all sons of bitches!" After cursing, the general thought for a while and said, "Ignore him, um, we won't come forward, wait and see what the revolutionary forces say, I I don't believe he can really cover the sky with one hand!"

"I understand!" The people below nodded, saluted, turned around and walked out.

This scene was staged by guerrillas large and small.

Of course, there are also the grumpy ones, clamoring to make Sean look good.

After all, they are all drug lords who dominate one side, let alone a team of hundreds of people with hundreds of guns.

However, none of these Seans are clear, nor need to be clear.

Sean people are busy in Newark, Jeff has taken over the affairs of Cartagena, and everything is divided into districts and streets in Cartagena according to the New Jersey model.

Of course, in response to the call of Mayor Butler Mitchell, there will be no gangs in Cartagena in the future, so the district leader here has been renamed.

A brand new civic organization with future fame throughout the Americas was born, the 'Street Committee'!

Newark, Peace Hotel.

The main building of the Peace Hotel was completed a month ago and is now undergoing interior renovations.

The interior decoration is a very complicated project, but Sean's long-awaited arena venue has been completely completed, and the competition can be officially started at any time.

"The boxing ring has been set up, and I have invited everyone. How are the preparations of the following people?" Sean called Jonas to care about the situation.

"It's okay," Jonas said hesitantly.

"What do you mean, it's okay, right?" Sean frowned. "It was notified a few months ago. After so long, there will be no one who can't train a boxer, right? Then what do I want him to do!?"

"Why don't you die!"

"It's alright." Jonas spread his hands and said, "Some people do it well, and they look very professional. I even asked people from the security company to try their skills."

"What's the result?" Sean asked concerned.

"Fighting with bare hands, the people on our side are not opponents at all." Jonas said with some admiration: "Those guys don't know where to find people, it's not too much to say that they can't fight back, I also deliberately came to the stage. I tried it, and the opponent's punches were so fast that I could hardly react."

Sean nodded with satisfaction. Professional fighters must have faster neural reflexes than ordinary people. They don't even use weapons.

"What about the others?" Sean continued.

"I can't find such a professional boxer, and the training is not professional. It's not much better than the people in our security company." Jonas spread his hands and looked helpless.

The firearms that the security company relies on are stronger than ordinary people in bare-handed fighting, but they are limited.

"Trash!" Sean's face turned dark, the boxing match started, and you guys couldn't show anyone, so what should I do?

"It's impossible." Jonas sighed, "It's not easy to find that kind of professional talent, and it's useless for ordinary people to train."

When something happened, it was useless for Sean to be angry. He didn't want to delay the scheduled opening time, so he had to figure out a way by himself.

After thinking for a while with a dark face, Sean said, "How many prisons are there in New Jersey, are there any heavy prisons?"

"Prison?!" Jonas was stunned. Although he didn't understand what Sean was asking, he still said, "There are 85 prisons in New Jersey and 12 heavy prisons, all of which are felons."

(In 2010, the US prison population accounted for 7/1,000 of the population, with 2.3 million people serving sentences. There are more than 6,000 prisons in the country, and there are 51 states, with an average of 117 prisons per state.)

"Can I get in touch?"

"can!"

"Okay, get in touch, as soon as possible, I'll go over and talk to them."

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Half an hour later, the Black Hawk helicopter took off. The helicopter was convenient. Within an hour, Sean landed on the tarmac of a heavy prison.

Sean greeted in advance, but no one came to greet him. Under the leadership of one person, Sean and Jonas entered the warden's office in a low-key manner.

"This is Mr. Sean."

"This is Warden Henry Pope."

Jonas introduced the two.

After a few greetings, Sean poured out his thoughts, "I need to borrow a few people, the most capable people in the prison."

"What?" Henry Pope thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, borrow a few people, the most capable people in the prison." Sean continued: "I need them to fight a boxing match. There are no other rules except to ensure that they will not die."

"It's impossible, they are criminals, felons, and can't get out of this prison." Henry Pope was startled, his head shook like a rattle.

Chapter end