Los Angeles, International Airport.

"Paul, haha......" Seeing Paul in a white suit, Italian custom crocodile leather shoes, and a gold-inlaid dragon head cane in his hand, Papo couldn't believe it.

Look at the collar of his suit, and a silk scarf is tucked into it.

Oh... Buy... Karma...

It's hard to believe that it's really Paul the Viper who is coming to him now.

After a warm hug, Paul asked him how he was doing, "It seems that you are doing well, how is your business?"

"Yes, business is good, but it's all stuff... Look at you. Papo said with a laugh.

"Do you like it? I can give you a lot. Paul grabbed the corner of his coat, pulled it open, and turned to speak.

"Still not. The two of them got into the car and drove towards the hotel.

"Let's go to the corner of 10th and 37th streets, and I want to see the businesses. Paul's smile was a little sarcastic, making Papo a little uncomfortable.

Soon the car stopped in an old housing area, a three-story old building with peeling patent leather, the ground was full of garbage and used small umbrellas, and the smell of noise could not be dispersed.

336 numbers sprayed on the iron door, the only one here that looks clean.

Paul's 'Rambo' knocked on the door, looking like an emotionless robot, ruthless.

Papo was envious of the people who followed him, he had seen them in action, and for them there was no difference between killing someone and swatting a fly to death.

The door was opened from the inside, and Roshan, a large enough to block the entire door, blocked the way in.

"It's me, Papo. The other party saw Papo behind him, and indifferently turned sideways to get out of the way.

The room was like a small set, with busy staff, naked women, and men wearing Indian horn helmets that showed courage and strength.

"Hi, Papo..."

"Papo, are you okay?"

"Boss, it's Jen Halu who is on the scene now, do you want to make a shot?"

The sound of the riot was everywhere, and almost everyone was greeting Papo, like a popular heartthrob.

"How much can I shoot here every day?" Paul doesn't care about what he does with his business, he only cares about how much he can make.

"Part 1, at least—" Papo was proud of it.

He's got the best team in the country, the best actors, and the movies here always fill up midnight theaters.

"Hey JJ, you can't do that. Papo's smugness was interrupted by a sudden commotion, and a black man in the corner was arguing with the director.

"What's going on here?" Given Paul's presence, Papo personally stepped in to put an end to the dispute, whatever the cause.

"Papo, he's going to add money temporarily," the director said, pointing to a black man named 'JJ'.

"Who is he?" Papo couldn't figure out who this nouveau riche guy was.

And what is he wearing, Rolex?

"JJ, there are my girls in this scene, and they are my good babies. The black man struck a hanging, leaning on his cane, which looked like a firestick used to poke a fireplace, and stepped forward against Papo, his eyes full of confidence.

It was as if doing so made him feel like a man, fearless.

"His girl?" said Papo, turning to look at the director, who he thought were all 'professional' actors.

"JJ is a pimp and her girl works here. Seeing Du Pabo's incredible expression, the director spread his hands and said, "Anyway, you always have to give money." ”

Yes, you always have to give money, and it doesn't matter who you give it to, as long as you can shoot it.

"My time is precious, 100 dollars, otherwise I'll take her out of here and do what she's supposed to do. ”

JJ used a regular customer who was willing to bid 80 yuan, and the lion opened his mouth to ask for a reward of 100 yuan for this film, and he was not worried about being rejected at all.

This has happened many times, and the other party will compromise every time, who will let his girl make people burn.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, JJ fell down, and screams were immediately heard from the scene, and everyone was frightened by this sudden scene.

Paul sipped his cigar and looked at the who fell to the ground twitching, still cursing 'fk', frowning and pulling the trigger.

Bang, bang......

Blowing into the smoking muzzle of the gun, Paul sneered at Papo and said, "That's how you were threatened by a pimp?"

"Oh my God, you just killed him like that, who are you?" the director exclaimed incredulously.

"Shut up. Papo clasped his hands on his hips and roared in exasperation.

His face was lost, and now he had to think about how to deal with the troubles and make the film go smoothly.

If this kind of incident happens, and he can't ensure that today's film is produced and can make the money he should have, Paul will be even more angry.

"Hey, I didn't kill anyone. Paul, who heard the director's accusation, laughed and threw his hands and feet to the bodyguard behind him.

The other party took out a towel from his trouser pocket, calmly and carefully wiped the entire gun anywhere that might leave fingerprints, and just ......

"Look, he did it, you can call 911 if you want..."After Paul finished speaking, the bodyguard, who had already wiped the gun, tightened the handle of the gun with his own hand, raised his arm and pointed it straight at the director's head.

"Paul, Paul, he's our man, and I promise there will be no trouble. Papo raised his hands in front of the director, and motioned for the other party to hurry up and get out of the way.

FK, these bastards who only know how to get him in trouble.

"Papo, I told you to keep an eye on the trouble, but I never said you could only use your eyes. Paul shook his head in disappointment.

"Paul, I—" Papo wanted to explain something, but didn't know what to say.

"Look at what you're doing, keep what you've done, do it!" Paul exclaimed, and then left impatiently.

"Paul... Paul..."Papo tried to stop him, but all he waited for was an indifferent back, 'fk, fk, fk......'

"Tommy, I want you to figure out who's standing behind these guys. Coming out of the disgusting room, Paul's expression was finally better.

"And then?" said Tommy calmly.

"Do what you want, let them know whose territory this is—" Paul's expression turned angry.

Waving his cigar away, he growled, "I shouldn't have given it all to an idiot." ”

"Ask Papo to give me a list of men, and it looks like I'm going to pick a strong cowboy. Paul decided to find someone to take care of the business in Los Angeles again.

Papo is a good lieutenant and loyal enough, but as it stands, he's not the one to stand alone.

Perhaps, it is better to let him return to himself and be a loyal and useful subordinate than to mess up everything.