"It's just the rest of my game. No one knows better than me how many tricks you can pull off and how many ways you can hide yourself."

"People are already under my control."

Bertram sat back in his chair with a dejected look on his face. He shouldn't have, he was so damn unlucky.

A big capitalist doesn't have a subordinate to do dirty work, but why did he let himself meet Sean?

He didn't think there was anything wrong with sending people to set fire to it.

They didn't kill anyone, they were compensated afterwards, and those people earned more.

It wasn't me who was wrong, it was luck.

"I will give up the land," Bertram whispered.

"NO, NO, NO!" Sean waved his hand, "This place is actually a little smaller than I want, and it needs to be slightly expanded. Someone will contact Mr. Bertram later to get them all done. I hope

What you see is a complete and clean land.”

"As a person like me, I'm most afraid of trouble."

With that said, Sean stood up with a smile, nodded to the two of them and turned out of the box.

In the private room, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Andy Milton looked at Bertram. There were some words he didn't say, but he had doubts before.

It's just that it would be too troublesome for someone to actually catch someone doing this kind of thing.

"The well-known wealthy man in Los Angeles deliberately set fire to his residence"

Just thinking about it, Andy would feel dizzy if the news was reported by Sean's media company.

I'm afraid the company will go bankrupt.

The bigger the company, the less likely it is to do nonsense.

Many American and even Fortune 500 companies will compromise with local bosses in some places.

They will not act like a top 500 company and are not willing to give up any benefits.

It's not that I'm afraid of these local snakes, but I'm afraid that competitors and other companies will have dirty information.

The gain outweighs the loss.

Speaking of which, this phenomenon is a bit like animal chess, where elephants are afraid of mice...

…

Hollywood, a conference room at the Four Seasons Hotel.

There were many people in the conference room, all in suits and ties, but they looked strange.

There are many blacks and Hispanics here, but not many whites.

The three sides are clearly divided, but blacks and Hispanics vaguely surround the white side.

What's weird is not only the situation, but also the group of people themselves, the way they look in suits makes people feel a little awkward.

The conference room was very noisy and noisy, with curses and quarrels coming from time to time.

That is to say, the sound insulation effect of the door is good, otherwise the entire first floor may not be heard.

A group of gang members, most of whom are enemies. If you expect them to be disciplined, that is completely nonsense.

There was a commotion here, and suddenly, the door to the conference room was pushed open again.

The attention of everyone in the conference room was attracted, and they all turned to look over.

Then I saw a black man in a suit walking in with a smile.

Most of the people here didn't know who the black people were, but a few who did, like the Blood Gang and the Lame Gang, immediately turned around and cursed, "Stop fucking arguing and shut up."

Jonas walked towards the conference room with satisfaction, and a fat white man behind him followed in.

Everyone recognizes the fat white man, the Irish mafia Cyril, who is also the initiator of today's meeting.

The reason why the party is held at the Four Seasons Hotel is because these guys would feel unsafe and uneasy anywhere else.

Especially after some unnamed guy blew up the entire hotel.

No one would dare to blow up the Four Seasons Hotel.

As soon as Jonas came in, he went straight to the main seat in the conference room and sat down politely without caring about other people's eyes.

"What, who has any opinions?" Jonas looked around and said with a smile.

If you have opinions, you definitely have them, but you have to dare to say them.

"It seems that there is no more, then, let's start today's meeting." Seeing that no one said anything, Jonas directly took it over to preside over the rights.

This is everyone's acknowledgment that Jonas is the strongest.

There is no doubt about this.

"Mr. Cyril." Jonas gestured.

Cyril did not sit down, but stood behind Jonas and said: "We, the Irish Mafia, have voluntarily transferred the territory of Los Angeles and California to Mr. Jonas. We invite everyone here today to be a witness."

"From now on, these territories belong to the Jonas family and the Irish Mafia withdraws from California."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of noise in the conference room.

Although I had thought that this scene might happen before I came here, when it actually happened, I still felt unspeakably awkward.

The four major gangs looked at each other and cursed in their hearts. You are still not fucking men. He killed so many of you and didn't even think about revenge. You even gave him your territory. Are you all fucking pigs?

Do it with him!

Kill him!

Say, is he coercing you? If so, blink!

But no matter how they shouted in their hearts, the fact was a foregone conclusion.

Underground forces, in the final analysis, it all comes down to who has the biggest fist.

"It's good to quit. If you work in this industry, you are lucky to live until you can retire safely and live the rest of your life peacefully. Congratulations, Cyril." After Jonas said this, he took the lead in applauding, looking at the faces of everyone present.

Sweep.

Whenever he saw it, everyone applauded.

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"It seems that everyone has no objections. That's very good. Mr. Cyril, I won't give it away."

"Thank you Mr. Jonas, thank you all." Cyril breathed a sigh of relief and walked out briskly.

Walking out of the conference room and hearing the door closing, Cyril suddenly felt that he was isolated from that world.

It's great to be able to retire and enjoy the rest of my life in peace.

Cyril is gone, and the meeting will continue. Jonas's failure to find anyone is not just for the sake of a legitimate name.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here, let's talk about our underground forces. As we all know, if the environment is chaotic, no one can do business, so we need a stable social environment."

"Everyone who comes out to lick blood, don't tell me what racial interests or other noble ideals are for."

"Daole, Daole, still fucking Daole." Sean tapped his finger on everyone's face.

"So, Los Angeles, and even the entire California, must establish a set of rules, a set of rules belonging to the underground forces." After saying this, Jonas glanced at everyone.

The conference room fell into silence, no one spoke.

No one knew what to say.

What Jonas proposed was so sudden that they were unprepared.

Yes, everyone wants to make money, that's for sure, but it's difficult to establish rules.

This cannot be determined by just touching the upper lip to the lower lip.

Even if they all agree.

"Rules? We don't object." After a while, the Italian said, "But the question is, which organization makes the rules and who enforces them."

He was talking about the organization, not the person.

When Jonas mentioned this, the first thing that Italians thought of was the ‘Disciplinary Committee’ that was once established and ruled by Italians.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Jonas.

Jonas grinned, without any panic or nervousness. He sat leisurely and glanced at everyone's face, "I make the rules of this organization and I execute them."

There was an eerie silence in the conference room, and everyone's expressions were wonderful.

Jonas's tone was too loud and his attitude was too arrogant.

No one wants to see this outsider appear out of nowhere and dominate everyone.

Of course, I don’t want to see it anymore, but no one is the first to stand up and object.

The previous bombings weighed on everyone's minds like a mountain.

What's more, everyone knows that the Jonas family has a protective umbrella.

The name of the world's largest private military security consulting and solution provider is known to everyone in Los Angeles at least.

Killing people like hemp.

"If you don't say anything, then no one will object." Jonas laughed.

He likes this feeling very much!

The last time someone spoke, it was Sean who everyone was silent about.

That was after the Dimeo Group was completely eliminated.

Now, it's finally Jonas' turn.

He liked this feeling very much.
To be continued...