Beautiful Man

In the early morning, Jason and Franklin got up early, holding milk bacon and fried eggs, and watching the news in front of the TV.

On the screen, the host was splashing with excitement.

"Yesterday, the New York Drug Enforcement Administration dispatched hundreds of special police officers to join the Marine Corps in a raid on the Hecao factory in the Clinton area, killing 147 people and arresting 259 gang members and drug producers."

"This hi grass factory has been entrenched in New York for many years and is the largest source of goods in the underground hi grass market in New York. The various types of hi grass seized on the spot alone amounted to 3,728 kg, a record high."

"The owner of the factory behind the scenes is a Chinese woman named Gao. She tried to escape during a battle with the police and was shot and killed by the Director of the Narcotics Enforcement Agency, Norman Stamfield."

"Next, please see the report sent back by our reporter on the spot..."

The TV screen changed and switched to the scene of the police and gang fighting yesterday.

The video is edited, it only takes less than 30 seconds, and has a voice-over.

"The Narcotics Enforcement Administration's special police are well-trained and the various police types are perfectly coordinated. They are working step by step and steadily advancing into the factory. However, the gang members are chaotic and disorderly and have not organized effective resistance. They were quickly defeated by the special police and gave up their weapons. surrender."

The screen switched again, turning into a reporter's interview with Stanfield, and the interview location was in Mrs. Gao's office, and her body was lying not far away.

"This Hi-Cao factory is very hidden. Our Drug Enforcement Administration has tracked it for three consecutive years before accurately finding its location. Fortunately, we successfully destroyed it this time."

"Here I want to say to the people who are in the grass, for whatever reason, never touch this thing. He will not only destroy your body, but also your family."

Facing the camera, Stanfield said with a stern face, serious and full of justice.

"Shit! This bastard is mad by himself, so embarrassed to say such things is really shameless!"

Franklin sneered at Stan on the screen.

The screen cuts back to the studio again.

The host expressed gratitude to the Narcotics Enforcement Administration for its actions, and incidentally mocked the incompetent New York Police Department.

"God, the Hei Cao factory has been in New York for so many years, haven't the police noticed it at all?"

"If it really doesn't, it means that the people in the police station are all stupid guys. All of them should take off their uniforms and resign, and replace them with a group of smart and capable police officers."

"If the police station knew about the existence of the Hecao Factory in advance..."

The host first looked solemn, then tactically leaned back.

"Although this idea is a bit scary, I still want to say whether your New York Police Department has a shady money transaction with the Hecao Factory!"

hiss!

Jason took a breath.

How dare you say this host!

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Manhattan, New York.

Jin Bin also watches the news at home.

When he heard the host question the New York Police Department, his face suddenly became gloomy.

What he said was simply to put the New York Police Department on the fire, and it was the kind of greasy.

If the New York Police Department wants to respond to doubts, it must show real merits.

The best way is to carry out an anti-gang operation across New York, and uncover all those illegal groups.

Only in this way can they regain the lost face and have the confidence to be tough with the host in the media.

Jin Ping sighed heavily, thinking that the days of the New York gang would be difficult for some time to come.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Wesley's number.

"Have you read the news?"

Wesley is a white paper fan, and his judgment of the situation is no less than Jin Bin.

"Read it. Don't worry, I will restrain my subordinates and strictly forbid them to go out and make trouble."

Jin Ping shook his head and said, "This storm is much bigger than before. It is far from enough to restrain the subordinates. We have to ship all the goods in the gang."

"Okay. I'll make arrangements right away and try to get the goods away tonight."

Hanging up, Wesley quickly put on his clothes and went out and drove to the gang stronghold.

Severe crackdown on this kind of thing will either not come, it will be as fierce as a fire and as gust as the wind.

Time is tight, and no time can be lost.

Arriving at the entrance of the factory, a truck was about to leave, and Wesley quickly stopped it.

"Mr. Wesley, what's wrong, I have to rush to deliver the goods."

A middle-aged man with a big beard jumped off from the passenger position.

"The plan has changed, and the delivery is suspended. In addition, notify all the bosses in the gang to go to the conference room for a meeting."

The beard stood there with a dazed expression, not knowing what was going on.

But he was also one of the bosses, so he hurried to follow Wesley's footsteps and ran to the conference room.

In the conference room, Wesley sat in the chair where Jason once sat, with a serious face conveying Jin Bin's orders to a dozen bosses.

First: New York is about to usher in a large-scale crackdown. From now on, all strongholds will be closed, all gang businesses will be suspended, and the goods from each stronghold will be packaged and sent to the warehouse in Baltimore.

Second: All the gang members will go home during the holiday. They should have more food at home, and try not to go out if they can. It is strictly forbidden to make trouble during this period.

Upon hearing Wesley's order, all the leaders present showed dissatisfaction.

Just because the police cracked down hard, they had to suspend all work. What's the reason?

They are all old people under Jinhe, and they have not experienced the severe crackdown. They know the little tricks of the police.

I think that when Jason was in power, the harder they were, the more they enjoyed their business.

In Jason's words: During the crackdown, the small gangs stayed at home and dared not go out. This is a good opportunity for us to seize the market and we must not waste it.

As for the police, giving more benefits will pass. Compared with the business of Rijin Doujin, this amount of money is only a fraction of a fraction.

"Mr. Wesley, we stop working and do not do business, what do the brothers underneath eat?" a boss asked.

"The period of the crackdown is not long, as short as a week, or as long as one month. The bonuses in the gang are not less than a penny. Can you not last for a month?"

The leaders here shook their heads.

In the United States, consumerist culture prevails.

More than 70% of residents in the United States have bank deposits of less than $1,000, and the savings rate is only 5%, which is astonishingly low.

Some of these chiefs who wear gold and silver have to pay off the mortgage for a Manhattan apartment, some have to pay off a Ferrari car loan, a son wants to go to a top private university, and a family is going to travel abroad to Europe.

In short, they will have nothing to eat if they stop working.

Wesley frowned: "No money! No money, think of a solution!"

As soon as these words came out, the bosses suddenly fryed the pot and rushed to complain to Wesley.

Wesley has not been managing the gang for a long time, and these old fritters will certainly not convince him if he has not established prestige among the leaders.

If Jason did this thing, they would definitely not dare to talk back.

The scene was a little out of control, Wesley had to take out Jin and this tiger skin, and slapped the table angrily: "Do you dare to disobey Jin Bin's order?"

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In the afternoon, I came to the recommendation station, only recommended by [Web Popular Serial], not [Starting APP] recommendation. I went to the author group to ask and realized that this is a cool recommendation, which is equivalent to being sentenced to death by the editor!

Nowadays, mobile phone users are big heads, web users are small heads, only web recommendations are available, and the results can be imagined.

After receiving this news, the code word power was exhausted instantly, and I began to question myself and my novels.

The depressed mood lasted for a long time, and now it is relieved.

Reprieve...

In other words, there is still a silver lining.

Next, I will devote more energy to the novel, try my best to revise the outline, and optimize the plot over and over again, hoping to polish the novel better.

But the decision of life and death is still in the hands of dear readers.

Your votes, collections, rewards, comments, and follow-up (most importantly) are the data used by the editor to judge the quality of a book. Only books with good data can get the next round of recommendations.

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The author thanks!