Chapter 890 Salem Harbor (1/2)

”I don't know what you're doing in your industry, but I'm telling you: it doesn't matter what you do in the day, not even if you harvest garbage and sh*t,” said Sheriff Willis.

Pointing to his brain, he continued, ”As long as you take a few mouthfuls of Galaxy X, you'll be the world's greatest treasure collectors. Megan Fox, Scarlett Johansson, Kristen Stewart, all would kneel down for you. You'll find Bill Gates, Warren Buffett, Jim Walton are the guys you're talking to.”

Listening to his introduction, Li Du suddenly had an idea and said, ”So strong? Will it be possible to do business with the Tussenberg family ?”

Sheriff Willis froze and asked, ”The Tussenberg? Who?”

Bell looked surprised. ”Are you talking about the Tussenberg family in Boston?”

Li Du nodded. ”Do you know?”

Steve's identity had never been clear to him. He'd searched the Internet for information about the Tussenberg family and found some families associated with the surname, but they had little power.

Clearly, what he found was not right, and with what he knew about Steve and Elson, the Tussenberg family comprised a terrifying behemoth.

It was strange that the United States did not impose strict censorship on the Internet, where people could voice their opinions.

”I happen to know they're an old Boston family that has been around since the revolutionary war,” Bell said. ”But now that they have very few children, and they are generally engaged in shipping in Boston.”

Li Du recalled that the information he found seemed to contain such references, but he had ignored them.

Even the most formidable man was only a mate of the ship—if their power were all added together they would not even equal one-tenth of Elson.

So Bell's words did not help him, and Steve's doubts remained in his mind.

It didn't take long for the police to seal off the road. This time they raided the factory that was looking for Galaxy X and left immediately after the harvest.

Galaxy X was a synthetic product, and the police and hospital hadn't yet worked out its pathogenic ingredients, so they needed to go to the manufacturing workshop to find out.

The police withdrew and the convoy moved on.

They went into the slums, and then stopped in front of what looked like a bankrupt factory.

On the grounds stood a large sign which read: ”Do you dare to seize opportunity, follow your dreams, take risks, be in love, believe in yourself, ask questions, let go, make mistakes, start over, tell the truth, be responsible, find happiness, live in the moment?

The sign itself was blurry, not because of the wind or the rain—someone had rubbed on it a mess that, judging by its color and smell, was excrement.

In addition, there was damage to the sign. Brother Wolf took one glance to determine what it was and said, ”Bullet holes.”

They stopped and, suddenly, out ran many people. There were mostly children and a small number of adults—the adults were mostly in wheelchairs or had crutches. They were disabled.

When they saw Bell, they gave a shout and someone said, ”Hey, Chris, you're here, you're here, thank god!”