Red Dead Redemption, I Build an Umbrella Company

Police officers, even sergeants, are not a job that everyone envies.

Because this job does have some dangers.

After all, the Federation is not a country with strict control over firearms.

Especially since it’s still the west.

Legally possessing firearms and protecting one’s property, you can attack enemies who enter your territory.

This is a regulation written into the law.

Even in the Federation, it would be a strange thing if there were no shootings one day.

Even in the past, and now, there has always been discussion of weapons issues.

But in the end, it was always the pro-gun faction that won.

Banning guns will never succeed in this land.

So when doing this kind of dangerous work, many police officers will also think about one thing.

I do such a dangerous job, why can’t I make myself and my family better?

But federal benefits and salaries are obviously not enough to support their thinking.

So some people choose to let others take on what they want.

Benjamin Lambert is a very typical representative of this.

“Perhaps, it’s not a bad thing.”

Suddenly thinking of something, Benjamin Lambert stood up directly from his chair.

Ignoring the astonished gazes of his officers, Benjamin Lambert paced back and forth in the police station, thinking wildly860.

To be honest, he didn’t really like Brontë himself.

Because the other party is not so well-behaved.

Often ask him to help press down some of the more difficult things, even if these things do not break the bottom line.

But Benjamin Lambert had a feeling that sooner or later.

But on the other hand, he didn’t have much to do.

You can draw a line with Brontë, but how can you maintain a superior life in that case?

And now he sees a direction that could be his own back.

After straightening his somewhat uneven clothes, Benjamin Lambert seemed to return to his calm state.

Looking at the police officer who was pouring water on himself, he asked, “Are you sure of the manpower on the day the second-hand market opens?” ”

“Oh… Yes, sheriff. ”

The news about the second-hand trading market has already spread in St. Denis.

Many people are very interested in this.

After all, everyone has some idle second-hand items in their home.

Throwing it away as garbage is something that many people don’t want to want to.

Because before throwing it away, many people will think about how much they spent when they bought this item.

This gives them the illusion that they have lost a lot.

So the old items that were idle (CGFF) were left in the basement of their home, or in a warehouse or something.

It won’t be used, but it won’t be thrown either.

The emergence of the second-hand trading market has given them a good solution channel.

Although the purchase price will not be very high, it is at least better than throwing it away as garbage.

At the same time, for some families who do not have idle items.

The emergence of the second-hand trading market has also given them a choice.

In this period of economic downturn, people can’t wait to break a dollar knife in half to use.

In this case, buying some affordable second-hand items can be said to be a good choice.

“Arrange enough police forces, I will go to the scene that day, there will be no disturbance.” Benjamin Lambert said to his officers.

“Yes… Yes! “It’s not clear why Benjamin Lambert did this, but it’s not something they worry about, so they just have to get things done.”

“Also, keep an eye on them and don’t let others touch them.” Benjamin Lambert, who thought of something, looked at the three unlucky bastards in the temporary prison behind the police station and instructed.

Since you have decided to find a way back for yourself, you must at least show some value before tempting others to bid. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

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“Bang!”

A beautiful vase was slammed to the ground and turned into pieces.

Standing next to Lykanapoli, and Quetdo Martell their expressions moved slightly, but they didn’t say a word.

When was the last time such a gaffe, an outrageous outrage, was it?

After his success, Brontë, who became a big man in St. Denis and even forced the mayor to compromise for a while, has forgotten.

His elegant gentleman-like demeanor has completely disappeared.

The fierce light and furious performance made him no different from those lower-rate thugs.

Because he also came from that stage.

Pulling at his clothes worth hundreds of dollars, Brontë slumped on the sofa and gasped for breath, like a provoked beast.

He picked up the whiskey with ice cubes on the table and drank it directly.

At the same time, he picked up the newspaper on the ground that he had just thrown down.

Dirty grave robbers

[The Mayor of St. Denis and Mr. Matthew Callande, an outstanding entrepreneur, jointly promoted the birth of the second-hand trading market in order to alleviate the economic pressure of St. Denis residents. 】

[But there are some criminals who want to profit from it and turn their stolen goods into legitimate cash, and just last night a group of tomb robbers took the stolen goods, hoping to get through the customs and sell them to second-hand trading companies, but their employees spotted it. ] 】

[In the chaos, the criminals resisted fiercely, and even used guns, but were eventually successfully controlled by the security guards of the Umbrella Security Group. 】

[It is reported that this group of tomb robbers seems to have worked under another rich man in the city, Angelo Brontë. ] 】

It was the front page of the newspaper that the St. Denis Times had rushed to launch in the afternoon.

There is no doubt that this is the handiwork of the other party.

At this moment, he wanted to go to war directly.

Because he personally felt that he was threatened.

Each time he attacks, they are neutralized, and the opponent reciprocates with a more violent counterattack.

But thinking about it, it’s an easy thing to do, but it’s not easy to do.

Because the other party’s strength at hand is no worse than him.

Even stronger, the only thing he deserves to be praised for is his control of St. Denis’ information.

But this point has the support of Henri Lemieux, which may be inferior but definitely not much worse.

Brontë pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket and pulled out one to light for himself.

The angry expression gradually calmed down, he pressed the few remaining cigarette butts into the ashtray, and said coldly towards Lucanapoli: “How did the news leak?” ”

“It wasn’t our people who leaked it, either the other party heard about the situation over there in the cemetery, or the gang betrayed.” Lucanapoli said quickly.

“Those filthy rednecks!” Brontë snorted coldly.

“BOSS, what are we going to do with those three people?” Lucanapoli gestured lightly.

“Draw a line with them and arrange for lawyers to sue them for defamation, but make sure they live.” Brontë waved his hand and said.

On the surface, he is an entrepreneur, a philanthropist and, more importantly, a wealthy man.

Without substantial evidence, just a few words will not affect him.

But he can’t take the initiative to hand over the handle, if he wants to kill these three people, even if he is not caught.

But as long as they die, at this juncture, people will involuntarily think in the direction of the conspiracy.

So although he hated these three traitors very much, in turn, he must ensure that these three guys did not have an accident, at least not until this matter faded.

“Also call the gang over, I have something to tell them.”