Midlife crisis usually happens in movies, because most people in real life will hide this sense of crisis in their hearts, and slowly digest it little by little over time, but the horror of the actual midlife crisis is much stronger than what is expressed in the movie, and the confusion of that time seems to trap people in an uninhabited city full of smog and visibility of less than five meters, and every road in front of and behind them cannot be seen clearly. At that time, the mid-life crisis will slowly tell the man how important money is, and a man will understand that the change of time from the very slow flow of time in youth to the fleeting time in middle age actually only happens in the blink of an eye, and at this juncture, everyone will learn to find the meaning of life, understand what they live for, and how to live.

It's the same with Doko, the only difference is that his questions are more specific, such as how to survive the strong pressure of the Sass family, where to get money, how to recruit gunmen...... The chaos of difficulties forced him to have a sad face.

This is the meaning of a midlife crisis, if you don't experience this time period, you can't learn to bear it, you can't learn to bear it, and naturally you can't become a man in the real sense.

Of course, this is just the process that must be experienced to become a real man, and it is considered the starting point, in fact, before a man is completely reborn and learns to bear it, it can be described as a step by step and many difficulties, especially the heir of the gangster family.

On the streets, the moment Doko's car pulled up on the side of the road, Damas had already missed school time, and the question of who they should be when they had a recognizable transport-drug-drug plan.

"What do you think of Liam, Mkoyan?" Doko leaned sideways against the car door. He asked with his elbows on the side of the window, his hands on his head.

"Forget it. The Armenians never had any dealings with the native blacks. Do you think they will entrust us with such an important task? That's the black people, -- the drugs -- the whole thing they have to do with it, and the fact that these guys only trust the black people. ”

"What about De Rossi?"

"The Italians have a stronger family tradition than the Armenians, and we don't even get the chance to meet them."

"Toto?"

This time even Damas interjected: "Doko, that's a Spaniard......"

Syllable!

Doko slapped the steering wheel hard and said impatiently, "What then?" After we have a genius plan, we can't find a chance to implement it, and watch those fools get caught by the police again and again in the most traditional way? ”

Originally, Duoke thought that all they lacked was the means to make money, just like after the Industrial Revolution, everyone was using technology to make money, and whoever could invent a whole new way to become a rich man. But when Damas's method of transporting poison was recognized, and even Mkoyan turned around and took the little guy's face and kissed it fiercely, they found that almost every step forward was difficult.

Now, the name of the Doko family has become a burden to them, this burden makes the entire Armenian region will not give them any chance, but when they turn their heads, they find that the identity of the Armenians is also a burden, in this country that is willing to accept immigrants from any country in the world to develop here, the racial gap between the gangs is so serious that the three brothers have no hope, just like the black gangs cannot accept whites, and there will never be Jews in the Italian family, It is impossible for Armenians to eat at the same table as Saldors.

There was silence in the car, and Mkoyan and Damas didn't know what to say under Doko's roar. Suddenly, Doko added: "Do you think Berezov will accept us?" ”

"Who?"

Mkoyan and Damas' eyes widened at the same time. Hung a look of disbelief.

"Berezov, your traitorous cousin, our father's former best transporter, the first Armenian to be poached by the Russians after the fall of the Doko family."

"Of course I know who he is, Doko, but I've heard that he doesn't mess well with the Russians, and a few months ago, the DEA found a large shipment of 'mangoes-drugs-products' in his van to Beverly Hills," which cost him a lot of money, and he lost trust in front of the rich and almost lost all his business." Berezov is now in a similar position to ours, his rivals are taking over his business, and as long as his men show up near Beverly Hills, the cops won't care if they break the traffic rules or not. ”

Damas added: "What's more, it's Russian cargo, according to their shipping rules, before transporting, one of the three of us must be pressed there as a hostage, and if the transport fails and we can't afford to pay compensation, not only will the hostages be killed, but we will probably ...... Dead whole family. ”

Mkoyan then persuaded: "The key question is, how could Berezov deliver the goods to us at such a tense moment? If he loses any of them, the Russians will collapse him......"

"Do we have a better choice?" Doko looked at his two brothers and said, "There is no chance for us in the Armenian region under the control of Sasse, and there are few other places. ”

Airplanes.

The car parked on the side of the road started, and the car drove down the road into the distance, and in that direction was a gathering area for Russians, full of fair-skinned, tall white people.

Mkoyan felt nervous as he entered the area, and the ferocity of the Russians was well understood by all of Los Angeles: "Doko, are you sure you don't need to reconsider?" ”

"What to consider? My brother, you seem to have forgotten what your father used to say that 'you should not be silent when you have enough power to change the world'. ”

"Who has the power to change the world? S-H-I-T, we're not talking about that, Doko, you have to think about the consequences of this failure. Don't say it's us. Even the families of the entire Armenian region tied together could not afford to offend the Russians. Berezov is no longer part of the Doko family, and if something goes wrong with his goods...... The point is, who can be a hostage there? That's the first guy to get killed, I don't have the guts anyway, and if you're going to throw me there, I'm sure you'll betray everyone I know the first second that guy puts a gun in my head. "Mkoyan...... It's normal, and the reason why minors have more guts than adults is that adults think about the consequences before doing anything, while minors don't.

But. And how many people can straighten their backs in front of Russian gangsters? When these guys were shooting in the streets with AK47s, the Mexicans weren't the biggest trouble for the U.S. government, and even the Colombians were beaten by these guys.

Doko took a deep breath with both hands on the steering wheel, and then turned his head to look at Mkoyan on the busy road without stopping, and just looked at it for ten seconds: "I'll go." ”

"What are you kidding?" Mkoyan was once again shocked by Doko, he had never thought that his brother, who sat in the golden chair every day, could show such courage.

Turning his head, Duoke seemed to be awakening a little bit under great pressure, and the gang boss bloodline hidden in his body was churning, he looked at the endless highway and the traffic around him and said: "If you have to leave one person to carry out this plan, I will stay; If I had to bet my life on this table to have a 1% chance of a comeback, I'd put my life in the hands of both of you. ”

"Mkoyan, Damas, you haven't tried to sit on a golden chair and see what should be your own business being manipulated by someone else. I had no idea how angry you would be at someone else's taunts at a family meeting, and it would feel like the whole world had lost all hope. ”

Ugh.

The car came to a stop under Doko's control. They stopped next to a white apartment for a moment: "We need a chance now, Berezov needs to be reinvigorated, we are all like homeless people covered in mud, there will be no better match in this world than Doko and Berezov."

At that moment, Mkoyan seemed to see in Doko the temperament of his father, the unshakable firmness and the courage to stand in the rain of gunfire and bullets, listen to the wind and watch the clouds and fire, which would never emanate from the second person, which was unique to the people of the Doko family.

This scene had some chemistry in Mkoyan's psyche, as if he had seen a father in his thirties appear beside him, as ambitious as yesterday.

"Damas, come with me; Mkoyan, you're out there. ”

Touch.

Doko stretched out his hand and pushed the car door open, gritting his teeth and voting, "I'll be able to convince him!" ”

……

The trajectory of the sea of clouds in the sky is like dough squeezed out by a big hand, a little along the sheep intestine path, but at the other end of the road it forms a huge occupation area, which should be a very suitable scenery to enjoy, but when these appear in Sas's eyes, his expression is a little solemn and a little too formal.

Sass sat there shirtless with a cigar in his mouth on the edge of the swimming pool at home, his fair and fat body made his already somewhat curved body curve frequently, and the man standing next to him was much more decent, it was a guy in a suit and bow tie, looking a little girly, this man said with doubt: "Mr. Sas, our people said that they saw Doko's car on the territory of the Russians, and they seemed to be going to meet Berezov. ”

Trumpet.

As the cigar was pulled away from Sas's mouth, blue smoke drifted up the air, and his entire face became a path for the smoke to pass by: "You mean to let my gun go over and kill those three guys?" Sass replied.

"Of course not."

Sass glanced back at the man, very calm: "Then what are you going to do?" ”

"I called the police. Mr. Saas, remember Berezov's profession? He's a very professional bulk trader and has a lot of connections in Beverly Hills, and I think this guy must have a lot of drugs......"

“SO？” Sass asked.

The man in the bow tie responded: "Oh, it is likely that the police will solve a case of - drugs - goods, and the current head of the Doko family, who is sitting in the golden chair, is arrested along with the Russian bulk trader. ”

"You're not going to call the police yourself, are you?" Sass asked.

"Of course not, I told the news to an addict, and after giving him an ounce of hemp -- the news was sent to the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Section under my supervision, and there was no one from the Saas family involved, and the police got the news that an informant made a phone call to report a -- hidden-drug-den."

"Hahaha......" Sass laughed happily and pointed at the man with his cigar between his fingers, "this treacherous bastard." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, as a well-known lawyer in Los Angeles and Mr. Saas's personal counsel, I feel this is what I should do." (To be continued.) )