"I don't do poison. Isn't it not serious enough if I don't do poison?"

Lorraine rolled her eyes, "That's because they have set the limit for serious people too low!"

As soon as the motorcade arrived at the door of the villa on the outskirts of Los Angeles, two men in black suits came out and looked at them warily.

I immediately spoke into the earphones, but no one came up to ask questions.

The main reason is that the fleet is too luxurious, and it makes people know that they are not easy to mess with.

As long as you're not blind, you'll know how high the bulletproof rating of Sean's special Lincoln is just by looking at the thick glass.

A large number of people came down from the cars in front and behind, and one person walked to the door of the villa and said directly: "Open the door, our boss wants to see Cyril George."

The man in the black suit frowned and asked, "Who is your boss?"

The other party didn't reply, but stretched out his hand to lift his clothes to reveal the umbrella logo inside.

Who in Los Angeles doesn't recognize the umbrella sign now?

Cyril George received the news immediately and was shocked.

Why did he suddenly come to look for me?

Without any time to think about it, he immediately ordered someone to open the door. He quickly put on a formal suit and hurried towards the door to greet him.

As soon as he walked out of the villa gate, he saw Sean walking in with a few people.

"Mr. Sean!" Cyril George laughed and greeted him enthusiastically.

He is not Bertram Bain.

One is a businessman and the other is a mafia. Both parties have completely different perceptions of Sean.

One focuses on the identity of Sean's businessman, and the other focuses on Sean's identity as the world's largest private military organization. The two sides have completely different concerns.

After casually reaching out and shaking his hand, Cyril George quickly let the person into the house.

After entering the villa, Sean looked around. The decoration style was more classical and a bit old-school.

After serving coffee, Sean didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries. He said directly: "I have taken a liking to the place you are interested in during the reconstruction of Los Angeles. I am very sincere."

Yes, I came to your door to show my sincerity.

"Ah!" Cyril George was stunned by what he said. This... was so straightforward that he felt a little uncomfortable, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

It's definitely not possible to refuse directly.

"Mr. Sean is also interested in this place, hahaha. This shows that we have good vision. We can get Mr. Sean's approval. What kind of real estate projects does Mr. Sean plan to look at? I think we can cooperate." Xili

George said with a smile.

"I'm going to build a gym here. Let's forget about cooperation. Your place is not clean." Sean objected directly.

The corner of Cyril George's mouth twitched, and he was completely numb.

By saying this, you are not showing your sincerity, you are here to slap me in the face!

Damn, your umbrella is really awesome, but you can’t give me no face at all.

The Irish gang has been entrenched in Los Angeles for more than 200 years. To say it is deeply rooted is an understatement.

Although the business scope has been greatly reduced due to the rise of Hispanics and blacks, in terms of strength, the Irish gangs are not bad.

Just keep a low profile.

As we all know, there are two major mafias in the United States, the Irish Mafia and the Italian Mafia.

Other criminal organizations can only be called gangs.

Even though he was angry, Cyril George still did not show off his face like Bertram. Instead, he forced a smile and said: "This matter cannot be decided by me alone. I need to discuss it with many people up and down."

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"Time is too hasty, Mr. Sean, look, how about I reply to you later?"

Sean looked at his watch, "Okay, I'll wait for you 24 hours!"

After saying that, regardless of whether Cyril George agreed or not, he turned around and left.

Seeing Sean's motorcade leaving the door of the villa, Cyril George's face grew cold a little.

A young man walked up behind Cyril and said with an irritated look: "Fuck him, just kill him!"

Cyril turned back and glanced sideways at the young man, "If you can do it, I don't care."

"Uh..." The corners of the young man's mouth twitched. He was just dissatisfied and wanted to get excited.

It's not like he hasn't seen Sean's car, it looks like the President of the United States' car.

This guy is not like Kennedy, who doesn’t even wear a helmet when doing a convertible...

"Don't fart if you don't have that ability!" Cyril turned around and walked towards the house, leaving only one sentence.

"Then what should we do? If someone really comes to the door and says something, let's obediently hand over the plot of land immediately." Seven of the young people were dissatisfied and eight of them said angrily.

Cyril waved his hand and said nothing.

That night, the Irish Mafia in Los Angeles held a high-level meeting.

"Tell me everything."

"What's there to say? I know what everyone is thinking. They all think that we can't defeat the Umbrella's force!" A man with a slicked back hair and sunken corners of his mouth said coldly: "But, if you give in now, then

What’s behind?”

"Yes, it's not impossible for us to develop in another area. The impact won't be that big."

"But the question is who can guarantee that this is not a test by Sean?"

"Yes!" Someone echoed at this point: "The four major gangs on 18th Street had previously spread rumors that Jonas had found them and that the Jonas family was going to enter Los Angeles and even the entire California. This should not be false news.

"

"Los Angeles is so big. The southern part is in the hands of Latinos and blacks. There are Italians and Jews in Hollywood. We Irish are only in the north. Now that Jonas is going to enter Los Angeles, who will give up the territory?" Another person expressed support.

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Everyone was talking about it, and everyone's focus was not on that plot of land at all.

Once this land is in their hands, they won't spend too much money to develop it. The Irish Mafia's main business is not real estate. They don't understand it, and they don't have the guts to invest hundreds of millions of dollars in development at once.

What they are afraid of is that Sean will target their Irish gang and deal with them just like he dealt with the Dimeo Group.

"Then if a war breaks out, how will it be resolved?" Cyril asked the question.

Da Beitou snorted and said: "What are you afraid of? The protective umbrella is powerful, it is a warship and a missile, but he can't launch missiles towards Los Angeles, what are you afraid of!"

"Even if there is a firefight, he dares to use armed helicopters or armored vehicles!"

"He doesn't dare!"

"As long as you don't use these, what's so scary?"

"If you are afraid of this, then just pack up and leave now."

Everyone nodded, it was a matter of interest and there was no room for compromise.

That's it. Let's find out what Sean wants to do first.

…

Although both sides rejected it, their reactions were mixed.

Bertram Bain was waiting for Sean to step down, and the Irishman was waiting for Sean to make a move.

However, this doesn't matter to Sean.

Anyway, I expressed my ‘sincerity’.

What sincerity?

Isn’t it sincere enough to come to your door in person?

Later, it’s time to show off your muscles.

At the end of the day, this is what you have to look at in the end.

…

In a bar, the music is deafening.

On the stage, the striptease girl kept twisting her waist around the pole, teasing a group of LSPs below the stage.

In the corner, a group of people with messy tattoos were having a drink with their arms around women.

An old black man patted the thigh of the woman next to him. The woman stood up, the man stood up and walked out. The woman in a B-skirt caught up and took a step forward and took hold of the old black man's arm.

Seeing the two men walking to the bathroom corridor, not far away, two men stood up and followed them. After walking a few meters, another man stood up and followed them.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Lao Hei standing there. The woman next to him stretched out her hand to support him. Lao Hei was peeing comfortably.

"Hiss" Lao Hei trembled in comfort, and the woman holding him next to him giggled and squatted down.

The two people who followed walked directly towards Lao Hei, and the other person behind him turned around and stood at the bathroom door, blocking the door.
To be continued...