Half an hour later, in the Newark docklands, a bald old white man in a jacket walked towards him, and Bill stepped forward to search his surroundings and then led someone over to open the car door.

Inside the car, Sean and the old white man were locked at the same time, neither of them expecting to see each other here.

A few seconds later, the old white 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 unexpected."

"I would never have imagined that you would kill Hector and them a little over a month ago."

"Wasn't this predestined 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.

Old Michael didn't express his anger at Sean for questioning his combat power, but just calmly watched Sean wait for the following.

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

"An advisor."

"You're not going to turn me down, are you, old Mike."

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

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

Twenty minutes later, in a coffee shop in Jersey City, Sean and Mike Sr. sat across from each other.

A veteran policeman for more than thirty years, dealing with those unpersonal things all day long, the whole Newark is undisputed to old Mack, and there are few things he doesn't understand.

There are multiple 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 there may be a change of these gang leaders, but the people below are the same, and besides, those guys are all regulars in the police department, and over the years, Old Mac has some connection with each gang, and has its own informants and news channels.

Just listening to old Mike say this, Sean has already decided to hire this old man as his advisor.

In fact, in addition, Old Mike has been rooted in the police department for more than 30 years, from the police chief to the newcomers below, there is no one who does not know, who in the police station is what character, who has hobbies, who receives the most gang bribes, and who has special interests in which gang, he knows everything.

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

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

"Will you take Seramanga's place?" Old Mike asked with a deep groan.

He didn't ask Sean what he was doing, and from his sources, he already knew that there was a smuggling guy named Sean in the city, but he didn't think about the guy who was shot in the head a month ago.

"I won't." Sean shook his head, wanting to see Old Michael's surprised look, but he was disappointed, Old Mike's face was as expressionless as a dead man's face, "Are you a facial paralysis?" ”

"You won't be surprised if you've been at the police level for thirty years." Old Mac shook his head slightly.

"Well, what a boring person." Sean shrugged his shoulders 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 any of Seramanga's place, but......"

Old Mike looked like he was talking nonsense in front of him, and he had been waiting for you to say something later.

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

"What about the poison, will you continue?"

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

"Why, Poison is very profitable." Old Mike clearly doesn't believe in bullshit reasons like not to like it.

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

"Drugs, high risk, low profits, is not a good deal, for so many years, there is no rich man on the rich list who started by selling drugs."

"Poison, a group of guys with little culture, their brains are full of muscles, and they will only touch the business if there is no other way to make a fortune."

"In my eyes, drugs 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 Mac shook his head firmly, "I don't believe it." ”

"Follow me, and it won't take a few years for you to understand that no poison is worth as much as garbage." Sean didn't bother to explain to Old Mac the profit prospects and market share of the 'garbage recycling' industry.

"Okay, now I'm your boss." Sean reached out and took Old Mike's hand and forcibly shook it.

"Okay, boss." Old Michael said with a blank face: "What work do I have now?" ”

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

Old Mac nodded before he said, "I think the most important thing for you right now is to play a round of golf with Director Wells King." ”

"Newark Police Chief?" Sean furrowed.

"Every 2 afternoons, Wells King goes to the golf course next to Hilton to play, and coincidentally, today is Monday, and you'd better find a way to get Commissioner Wells King tomorrow, he has been the commissioner of Newark for 15 years, and the mayor of Newark has changed, but he is still in office, and at the same time, he has a wide network in the Essex County legal system, and he has been friends and colleagues with the county attorney 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 Serramanga get Wells?"

"Maybe it's money, maybe it's a woman, maybe it's a handle, who knows." Old Mike shrugged.

"Okay, I got it." Sean nodded, "Does Seramanga have any other power in Newark?" ”

"You don't have to worry too much about the rest, the rest of the forces in Seramaanga should be in New York State in the north, but no one knows exactly where they are hiding." Old Mike shook his head and said, "You can only wait for them to come out on their own, and besides, you also need to worry about the people behind Seramanga." ”

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