MTL - America’s Big Hero-Chapter 27 : Mike Ermenshot

Half an hour later, in the Newark dock area, an old white man with a bald head in a jacket strode towards him. Bill stepped forward and searched his side before taking someone over 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 white old man opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Sean, "It's coming."

"I didn't expect it to be you, and the vet didn't say it was you, Sean."

"Very surprised."

"I never thought you would kill Hector and them more than a month ago."

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

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

"Don't worry, it's definitely not for you to kill people." Sean chuckled softly.

Old Mike didn't express anger at Sean's questioning of his combat effectiveness, he just watched Sean calmly and waited for the following.

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

"A consultant."

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

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

"Let's talk somewhere else, drink coffee or go to a restaurant?" Sean asked with a smile.

Twenty minutes later, in a coffee shop in Jersey City, Sean and old Mike were sitting opposite each other.

An old police officer who has been a police officer for more than 30 years, he deals with those private affairs all day long. Old Mike has no objection to reading the whole Newark, and there are very few things he doesn't understand.

There are many gangs in Newark, the main characters in the gang, the sphere of influence, the scope of business, the grievances between the gangs, this guy is all clear.

The most important thing is that these gang leaders may change, but the people below are the same over and over again. Moreover, those guys are regulars at the police station. After so many years, Old Mike has some connections with every gang, and each has his own. informants and message channels.

Just after hearing what Old Mike said, Sean had already decided to hire this old man as his advisor.

In fact, apart from that, for the past 30 years, from the chief of the police station to the newcomers below, there is no one who does not know who is in the police station, who has what hobbies, and who receives the most bribes from gangs. , who has special interests in which gang, he knows all.

It's just that old Mike can't say these things, or he can't say it now.

"The annual salary is 100,000, come and help me, how about it." Sean gestured to Old Mike with his coffee.

"Will you take over Salamanga's position?" Old Mike pondered and asked aloud.

He didn't ask Sean what he was doing. From his sources, he knew that there was a guy named Sean who was smuggling wine in 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 face. "Are you a facial paralysis?"

"If you stay at the grassroots level of the police station for 30 years, nothing will surprise you." 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 anything against the law, so I'm not going to take over from Salamanga. but…”

Old Mike's eyes were full of nonsense, and he had been waiting for your next words.

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

"Where's Poison, will you continue?"

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

"Why, Poison Rabbit is very profitable." Old Mike obviously didn't believe in any **** reason he didn't like.

"Why? Ha!" Sean shook his head and sneered, "Who told you that Poison Blonde is very profitable, don't use your eyes on the horizon to look at the thoughts of those who stand on the top of skyscrapers."

"Drug sticks, with high risks and low profits, are not a good deal. Over the years, there has not been a rich person on the rich list who made a fortune selling drug sticks."

"Poisonous, a group of guys with no culture, all muscles in their minds, and business that they would only go into if there is no other way to make a fortune."

"In my eyes, poisonous seeds are not as valuable as the garbage in the trash can opposite, 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."

"Follow me, it will take you a few years to understand that what poison is not worth as much as garbage." Sean didn't bother to explain to Old Mike the profit prospects and market share of the 'garbage recycling' industry.

"Okay, now I'm your boss." Sean stretched out his hand and took Old Mike's hand forcibly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

"First reconnect with all your informants in those gangs, and tell me anything you think is necessary based on your experience."

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

"Chief of the Newark Police Department?" Sean raised his brows.

"Every 2 pm, Wells King goes to the golf course next to the Hilton, and it just so happens that it's Monday, and you'd better figure out a way to get Chief Wells King tomorrow, he did it in Newark. 15-year-old director, the mayor of Newark has changed, but he is still in office. At the same time, he has a wide range of contacts in the Essex County legal system, and he has been friends and colleagues with the county prosecutor 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 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 rest of Salamanga should be in the northern state of New York, but no one knows where they are hiding." Old Mike shook his head and said, "You can only wait for them now. Come out on your own, plus you need to worry about the people behind Salamanga."

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