Sentinel

Chapter 8 A Small Goal
"Frank, I swear I'm not lying, that bastard came out of nowhere, knocked down everyone under me at once, and then took away the money for the transaction!"

In a building material warehouse on the west coast, a man in a red shirt tried his best to explain that he was surrounded by a group of people, and one finger was clamped by metal pliers. bloody.

"You said he was only one person? Fucked more than 20 of your men with guns in a few minutes? Tell me, is he Captain America from the comics!"

Frank D'Amico, a big drug lord in a suit and leather shoes, sneered, "Compared to such an explanation, Terl, I believe that you embezzled the money and then called the police to have them confiscate the drugs."

"Frank, you must believe me! That guy also said that he will come to visit you in person in a short time!"

The man in the red shirt called Ter yelled, with great fear in his voice. He had followed Frank for many years and knew how cruel the way this big West Coast drug lord dealt with traitors was.

"Okay, my son is still waiting for me to go to the movies, and I don't want to disappoint him." Frank shook his head, turned and left, "Joe, I'll leave it to you."

Ignoring the tragic howls coming from behind, Frank walked slowly into the car. To be honest, his business has not been going well recently. A week ago, more than a dozen of his men were killed in an abandoned factory in New York, which cost him a lot of money. In the past few days, it seems that someone deliberately opposed him. He was robbed of several transactions on the New York site, and he also notified the police to confiscate a large amount of drugs. Let the West Coast The drug lords suffered heavy losses.

"Have I messed with anyone lately?"

Frank is puzzled. He started his business in smuggling. He is the boss of a foreign trade company, but he is actually engaged in the profiteering business of smuggling contraband and selling drugs. As his business grows bigger and bigger, Frank gradually He has become the number one drug lord on the West Coast, and even the police have nothing to do with him.

When gangster drug lords were worrying about their business, in the community of Queens, New York, a young man who played a superhero as a cameo was lying on the bed happily counting money, and the Franklins were thrown away by him. It's all over the place.

"Sure enough, fighting criminals is the fastest way to get rich."

Sean sat up from the bed at once. There were several suitcases piled up in the room, which were filled with neat stacks of US dollars. training equipment.

Putting the suitcase under the bed, Sean put on the elastic vest. The originally skinny boy has grown stronger, sweating profusely every day and carrying out devil-like extreme training, as if he has accumulated a little bit of strength, which will one day make him stronger. Break through the shackles of the human body.

Before long, Sean will visit the big drug lord on the west coast in person. To solve the trouble, he must start from the source. He killed Frank Damico's subordinates. Trouble ensues.So instead of letting the other party come to you, it is better to completely eradicate all hidden dangers. Anyway, that gangster drug lord is not a good person.

Since he came to this world for more than a month, Sean has lived a very fulfilling life. He goes to school every day according to the normal time, and rushes between different classrooms. On the surface, he is no different from a normal student. Fortunately, this body does not leave too many social relationships, otherwise it would not be easy for Sean to start a new life.

"Jingle Bell--"

The ringing of the phone interrupted Sean's training process. He picked up the phone to answer it, and a familiar voice came from the other end——

"Hi Sean, I'm Harry... New York's Carnival in two weeks, I've booked a private room at a nearby hotel, the observation deck is amazing, would you like to come over...Peter and Mary- Jane will come to..."

Hearing Master Osborne's proud tone of joy, Sean couldn't help but smile slightly. Since he helped him once at Columbia University's research center last time, he was honored to be Harry Osborne's The second friend of Midtown High School, compared to his boring life during this time, Master Osborne is much happier. On the day of graduation, this rich man finally launched a campaign against the girl he loves, Mary Jane. With a fierce offensive, he successfully captured the heart of the red-haired girl.

This result saddened Peter Parker, who became Spider-Man. Both his best friend and the girl he had a crush on could not be hurt, so the sad Peter could only suppress his feelings and silently mourn for this. The two congratulated each other.

"Okay, I'll go when I have time...Well, thank you for the invitation."

Sean replied neatly, and after chatting for a while, he hung up the phone.

He and Harry Osborn didn't have much contact, only meeting and talking occasionally at school. Apart from being mediocre, the young master of the Osborne family was actually a good friend with a superior family background. But he has never been infected with the bad habits of a dude, and he is not hypocritical when dealing with his friends. He has the same innocence and enthusiasm as most young people. There will be a tragic ending later.

"Maybe I can change all that."

Sean thought for a while, could Osborne Enterprise be his first springboard?
After all, just robbing Frank D'Amico of some money can't satisfy Sean's appetite. After all, the other party is just a gangster drug lord on the West Coast. He can only hide in a dark corner and earn shady profits. Compared with Osborne Enterprises, which involves multiple scientific fields and even has relations with the Ministry of Defense, it is undoubtedly the difference between ants and elephants.

If one wants to gain a firm foothold in this world, powerful strength is indispensable, but wealth and status far beyond ordinary people are also one of the goals Sean pursues.In a country controlled by capital and interests, if one wants to gain power higher than ordinary people, one must need the support of a large enough force.

"Let's set a small goal first. Superheroes, infinite gems, etc. are still too far away from me."

Sean thought for a while, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear. No matter how great a goal is, it needs to be achieved step by step. Rome cannot be built overnight. Frank Damico's gangsters, Osborne Enterprises...these It will become a stepping stone and a springboard for him to move forward, helping him to become stronger faster.

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