Jeff went to preside over the affairs of the Cartagena 'Street Committee', and Sean transferred another person to him to train, and that was Torre.

Torre is a strong black man, nearly 2 meters tall, with muscles all over his body. He is a strong man who can carry an M134 six-barreled Gatling gun with one hand.

But it would be a mistake to think that he only has muscles and no brains. This guy was really a thief when he was on the battlefield.

"You are indeed too kind!" Torre nodded with approval, "After all, you are the 'messenger of justice' and the 'nemesis of evil'. People with a righteous mind are always kind, and they will also be underestimated by those evil guys.

Look, someone is bullying you."

"Ha, hahaha." Sean laughed loudly when he saw Torre's serious look on his face. If it were Jonas, Jeff and the others here, they would just roll their eyes or start cheering.

Torre smiled naively, looking honest and honest. Who would suspect that such a stupid guy could tell lies?

"By the way, have you found a wife?" Sean was suddenly curious.

Torre smiled naively, "Don't worry, let's see who gives birth to my child first."

Sean:…

Damn it, I knew you weren't a good person.

After being treated like this by Torre, Sean's mood improved a lot. He put down the newspaper and continued to eat.

Sure enough, the most important thing in life is to be happy.

…

"Cut off the phone line!" Armstrong was very angry after being scolded by Sean, and personally led a team to investigate this Elephant Party congressman named House Norman.

After a while, the intelligence team disguised as the phone company knocked on the door and said, "We found that your phone is out of order and we are here to check it out."

"Oh, really." The hostess looked up and down at the man in front of her.

He looked about 30 years old, with a strong body and a masculine appearance. The hostess opened the door and let the person in.

The people from the intelligence team walked to the phone, carefully disassembled the phone, and put a small monitor inside.

When I see someone coming in here, I immediately connect the phone line.

Just when he was bending down to work seriously, the hostess in her 40s next to her was sitting on the sofa and looking sideways at him.

‘What a powerful gluteus maximus’

‘A man who works hard is so handsome’

The hostess rubbed her thighs unconsciously, bit her lower lip, and reached out to unbutton two buttons of the clothes on her chest.

He stood up and walked to the staff, put his hands on the table, raised his head, and said softly: "Is my phone at home broken?"

"There are some old sayings, it's not a big problem." The person from the intelligence team said casually, but he accidentally turned his head and his eyes naturally followed the wide open collar.

The hostess looked like she was a nature lover. She had nothing to wear underneath, and there were two evil things hanging in the air.

I don't know if it's because the room is a little hot, but the hostess's skin is slightly red, and it flashes as she talks.

The man from the intelligence team froze in his hands and subconsciously licked his lips. Are you testing me?

As if she didn't see it, the hostess raised her hand to brush her hair, then leaned forward, half of her body on the intelligence officer's arm, and stretched her head to look at the phone, "Really, can you help me?"

Fix him?”

"Of course, of course." The person from the intelligence team coughed lightly, and quickly moved his hands quickly. He quickly put the phone away, and then stood up straight, "Okay."

The hostess lowered her head slightly and saw the protruding tent of the other party at a glance, "Wow, you are so awesome."

Reaching out to hold the other person's arm, the hostess stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her lips, and said in a numb voice: "My water pipe is also broken, can you help me?"

"Ma'am, I'm honored!"

…

"Why haven't you come out yet? It's been 20 minutes!?" Armstrong frowned in the car not far from the villa.

There shouldn't be a problem, they've done this many times.

After waiting for another 20 minutes, Armstrong became really anxious and was about to send someone down to check out the situation when the door of the villa opened and the young man from the intelligence team came out.

In the car, Armstrong clearly saw the people in the group waving cordially to the hostess.

His intuition, which he had been engaged in for many years, told him that there was something wrong!

"What's going on? Why did it take so long?" As soon as they got in the car, several people in the car looked over.

"Ahem." The person from the intelligence team coughed lightly and reached out to pat the sore muscles on his thighs. "I have made huge sacrifices for my work."

"puff!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Several people in the car burst into laughter instantly, and everyone understood what he said.

"Mom, Fuck, you can also like that old woman!" Armstrong scolded in a fit of laughter and tears.

"This is different, head, this is different, identity, isn't the most important thing about identity!"

"Just think about it, fucking the congressman's wife, Fake, in our congressman's home, on his bed, is so enjoyable!"

"If she is the president's wife, even if she is 60 years old, I think she is good!"

"Quickly, tell us what a congressman's wife smells like." Several people in the car booed.

"Horse bugs, special horse bugs!"

"Shit!" Armstrong cursed. However, this matter was not a big problem. Next time, he would have a reason to go to the house and get the bug back.

In the evening, Congressman House Norman came back, and Armstrong immediately turned on the electronic jamming equipment in the car.

The power is not high, and it can be used on mobile phones, but the signal is intermittent, the sound is noisy, and it is very unstable.

This is to force the other party to use their home phone.

On the other side, Sean found Gilbert. After all, Congressman House was a Congressman from New Jersey, and many bank transactions had to go through Ocean First Bank.

Gilbert would definitely give Sean's face, and besides, it wasn't a big deal.

If he doesn't tell, who knows.

On the other side, Jonas cooperated with another group of people from the intelligence team to closely monitor the people, relatives and friends that House Norman came in contact with on a daily basis.

In today's New Jersey, if Sean wanted to check someone's background, there would be no problem at all!

The topic that House Norman brought up, 'Prisons are part of the construction of the legal system and cannot be used as a tool for private profit-making', under Sean's deliberate instructions and guidance, has turned into 'Can private individuals acquire prisons?', and let the state

While the government is getting rid of this huge burden, there is a big discussion on whether it can improve the environment inside prisons.

New Jersey is Sean's base. How could he not tighten his control over New Jersey?

Although the matter of acquiring and establishing a TV station has not yet been completed, Sean has secretly acquired several newspaper companies.

They are all relatively small newspapers.

But just to guide the topic, and with Sean's financial support, it's not a big problem.

In a few days, Sean basically found out the details of Congressman House.

In fact, it's not difficult. Those who oppose Sean's acquisition of the prison must be a group of people who are seeking profits in the current prison system.

The range is not large, so it is easy to find in this case.

Looking at the information in his hand, Sean sneered disdainfully, "A bunch of garbage, garbage blinded by greed."

There are wardens of several prisons, several businessmen specializing in food and daily necessities, and a drug prisoner.

Several prison wardens have worked in the system for decades and have extensive connections. The entire profit-making system is centered on them and weaves into an interest network covering all prison systems.

To be honest, when looking at the above data, Sean found it ridiculous.

The state's annual expenditure on the entire prison system is only US$120 million, which has to be spread among the more than 40,000 inmates in the state, which is less than US$3,000 per person per year.

After doing some mental arithmetic, Sean was slightly dazed, and his mind uncontrollably converted to the rabbit. In 1985, one person would earn US$250 a month...

Forget it, you can't compare with a rabbit.

Excluding the lowest basic expenses, how much oil and water can one person scrape out in total!?

Sean did the math. The government's investment was so much, plus the money made from prisoners and their families, the total was 100 million U.S. dollars a year. In addition, the entire prison system had to share the profits.

Their small group doesn't get much at all.

"Pah!" He threw the information in his hand on the table, "I and the drug addict are sworn in!"

"Bill, tonight, I'm going to see that poisonous guy."

Bill made an OK gesture!

Sean thought for a moment and shouted from behind, "Everyone, try to catch them alive, I mean everyone!"

Two fighting groups, a trivial conflict.

Sean was not in the mood to pay attention to this little conflict.

This small drug gang mainly supplies prisoners in the prison and does not sell to the outside world, so the gang is not large. It only supplies goods during fixed time periods on weekdays. There are few things and the people are scattered.

The two combat groups dispersed, with each two people targeting a target.
To be continued...