Then the man in black took out a disposable mobile phone and dialed a number, and a gloomy voice immediately came from the other side: "How are things going?"

"All is going well, the little white rabbit has already rushed to the lions. The man in black said calmly.

"Good. The other side didn't say much, nodded silently, and quickly hung up the phone.

The man in black put away his phone and quickly disappeared into the night, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

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The smoking car crashed into a large statue at the villa's main entrance, a statue supposedly carved by a postmodern artist in New York that had been completely scrapped, and the culprit behind it all was a black, high-horsepower Ford.

This is what Sid saw when he came to the courtyard of the main entrance.

"Rem!" Sid turned to look for his bodyguard captain, and a tall figure immediately appeared beside him, not who Rem was.

“Boss。 Rem looked at the courtyard with a grim face, and several of his subordinates were already evacuating the surrounding guests.

"What's going on?" Sid asked solemnly.

"The car came in from the outside, and although the security guards on our perimeter tried to stop it, the car was driving too fast and couldn't stop it. Rem said.

"Is anyone hurt?" asked Sid.

"Most of the guests were in the villa and backyard, and the front courtyard was empty except for security, but luckily no one was hurt. Rem replied quickly.

At this moment, the car with the front cover knocked over was suddenly opened, which couldn't help but make Rem and the others nervously touch the pistol on their waists, and Rem even took Heatera directly behind him.

In order to better perform security affairs, Sid directly registered an arms security company in Texas and applied for gun licenses for its core security guards.

Then I saw a bearded uncle with a sloppy beard and only a pair of white underwear walking out of the car drunk. His swaying appearance makes people wonder if this guy is hi?

"Up!"

With a gesture, Rem immediately went up and pressed him to the ground with a gesture that had already slowly stepped forward to surround him.

"You guys, what are you doing!!" the drunken bearded uncle screamed as he struggled, "Let me see Deborah, you bastards, I want to see Deborah!"

"Deborah, what the hell?" Sid and Rem looked at each other, it seemed that this was really a high-profile addict?

It's just that in a place like Beverly Hills, how can there be addicts who can drive in? Although Sid has always looked down on the "nouveau riche" who live in Beverly Hills, this does not mean that the environment here is bad.

On the contrary, as a well-known luxury residential area in North America and even in the world, Beverly Hills' patrol police cars are not furnishings. In North America, there has always been a tradition that the more wealthy the community, the more well-funded the police department, and Beverly Hills is no exception.

"Oh my God, I'm not mistaken, how did this guy end up here!?" exclaimed a man from behind Sid.

As soon as the two turned around, it turned out to be Ali Emmanuel.

"Why are you here? Sid asked with a faint smile.

"I heard that something happened in the front yard, so I came to see it, I didn't expect it to be such a big scene. Ali sighed in amazement as he approached the bearded uncle who had been erected by the bodyguards.

It's just that Ali spoke, but the other party struggled to look at Ali with his eyes: "Are you ...... Agent Ali Emmanuel: I heard you've been doing a good job lately. ”

"Are you...... Who?" Ali took two steps back, carefully looking at the other party.

"Haha, you villains who are forgetful of their righteousness, have you forgotten me so quickly! When I was in the Oscars, didn't you guys all come up and compliment me one by one!"

Hearing the other party's words, Ali barely recognized the other party from the other party's sloppy and unkempt appearance, "You are ...... Robert Downey Jr."

"Hah, it's you, uncle, me!" shouted Uncle Beard, no, it was Robert Downey Jr., stabbing his mouth and baring his yellowed teeth.

Hearing Ali's name, Sid couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, although he had heard that this later "Iron Man" had a dark period of nearly ten years of absorbing independence.

But seeing that the cynical Iron Man was now as sloppy and smelly as a tramp, he couldn't help frowning.

In a few moments, the police from Beverly Hills arrived, and the sound of the police car's siren "squeaked straight—" caused many guests to walk out of the villa, wondering what was going on.

When the police questioned Sid about the situation, they immediately asked his bodyguards to escort Robert Downey Jr. to the police station.

"Boss, what should I do?" Rem looked at Sid.

"Leave it to them. Sid nodded, and then he looked at the sheriff who led the team to contact him, "I don't think this sir sheriff will do anything to bend the law for personal gain." ”

"Of course, Mr. Leon. Hearing Sid's words, the other party immediately nodded again and again, "We are here to arrest this drunk man in the detention center." ”

"That's good. Sid nodded, "Do you need my bodyguards to take notes?"

"If you could, it would be great. The sheriff nodded repeatedly.

"Rem, send a few security guards who have been in contact with this matter, and drive back to the police station with the sheriff to record a statement. Sid nodded at Rem, and the other party went down to make arrangements.

Then Sid turned to look at the Beverly Hills sheriff and said with a smile, "So can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, you say, Mr. Leon. "The sheriff had a headache when he knew it was happening at a party in Hollywood, and these big men of high society were going to die one by one, and you couldn't avoid dealing with them in a place like Beverly Hills.

But now Sid has thought of everything for them very "intimately", which can't help but make him grateful.

"Can you get your people to turn off the sirens and lights?" said Sid with a smile, "There are some of my guests in the villa, and I don't want them to be disturbed." ”

"Of course. The sheriff thought it was a big deal, and he immediately waved his hand and asked his subordinates to turn off the sirens and lights, "Do you have anything else?"

"No more. Sid smiled and shook his head, "I won't disturb you on official business." ”

"Okay. The sheriff turned around and was about to leave, when he turned around and looked at Sid with a wrying expression.

"Anything else, Mr. Sheriff?" asked Sid, confused.