With his business card in hand, Jensen easily found Apple in Los Angeles.

It's a villa, it's not expensive, it's only a few million dollars. Jensen had a good opinion of this villa, he had wanted to own such a villa for a long time, and now he finally had a chance. He mustered up the courage to step forward, but he couldn't find the doorbell after looking for a long time.

It was a large iron door, and through the crack in the door, he could see the greenery surrounding a concrete road leading to the villa. He didn't find the doorbell or see the porter, which made him wonder.

I pushed the door for a long time, but there was no response. Jensen was hesitating when he heard a few dog barks from inside. Then the door opened.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? An old man pointed a shotgun at him.

"Hey, man, worry about it. I am a friend of the host, Mr. Hans. This is a business card, and someone introduced me here. Jensen hurriedly raised his hands after handing over the business card.

The old man was holding a shotgun in one hand, and a business card in the other, which was indeed Mr. Hans's, with Hans's pen signature on it.

"What's the matter with you?" The old man didn't put down his gun.

"I'm here to deliver a letter." Jensen had a bitter face, and anyone who was pointed at a gun would not feel good.

"What about faith?"

"It can only be handed over to Mr. Hans. My name is Jensen and I'm British. He was introduced by an English gentleman and his wife. Please tell Mr. Hans so. Jensen hurriedly introduced.

"Wait." The old man slowly closed the iron door.

Leaving two dogs, Wangwang barked and jumped around by the big iron gate.

I went, and the two dogs came to bully me too. Jensen was furious. I'm a big guy!

After waiting for ten minutes, the old man opened the door, this time he did not have a gun.

"Come in, boy."

The old man closed the door and walked in with Jensen. Along the way, I saw several young people, some yellow people, some white people, and even black people being drilled by a big man.

Jensen didn't dare to look more. He went into the house, but the old man didn't follow.

There was a middle-aged man in his forties standing in the room. He put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and spread his hands, and motioned for Jensen to do so. Jensen complied, resigned.

The middle-aged man touched him for a long time before pointing upstairs: "Go up." ”

Jensen followed the stairs to the second floor, where another middle-aged man was waiting, and without saying a word, he motioned to follow. The two entered a house, and before they could look more, they reached the balcony. The balcony was big and an old man was sitting on the balcony reading a newspaper.

"I'm Hans, please be seated." Old man Hans was no longer old and rude as he used to be, but seemed polite, and if he hadn't seen him a few times in England before, Jensen would have been absolutely convinced that the guy in front of him was a professor at some university.

Jensen pulled a letter from his bosom and handed it to him before sitting down. At this time, the middle-aged man brought in Jensen a cup of coffee.

Hans handed the letter to the middle-aged man, who took it, examined the side, and opened it.

"The gentleman wanted to borrow half a million pounds, and your daughter agreed." The middle-aged man said.

Hans nodded: "I can only give you two million dollars." Do you agree? ”

Jensen was ecstatic, and all he remembered afterwards was that he nodded wildly. Two million dollars! He couldn't have thought of it before.

Hans nodded, and the middle-aged man left, taking out the check after a while. Hans signed two million dollars and handed it over.

Jensen was speechless with excitement, only remembering that his mind was blank and he didn't even know how to get back to the hotel.

There was only one thought in his head: I have two million dollars, I have two million dollars. Why am I still working so hard? Took it and ran away, right? But then a scoop of cold water poured down, and he saw two of his men looking at him with a grin. None of these people can be trusted, and if I dare to run away, these people will definitely kill me!

Hans didn't know about Jensen's mental journey.

"Sir, this guy is just a gangster at best." The middle-aged man said solemnly.

"I know that this man used to have a relationship with my daughter in London, and it was only two million dollars. Tell them that this man has nothing to do with us in the future. I don't want to see him again. Hans didn't care. His car production line has been installed, and all the manpower and design drawings have been completed. Just wait for the start of work after Christmas, and these new cars will inevitably lead the world, only two million dollars, and if you produce more cars, you will all earn back. He is old and has only one daughter in China, and he only wants his daughter to be happy. He really doesn't care much about more money and less money. If it weren't for his son-in-law's request, he wouldn't want to come to the United States at all. Los Angeles is such a terrible city, and if it weren't for the Rockefeller Corporation, he might have been clicked by the gangsters. Sin City, the most famous city in the post-World War II game, is set in Los Angeles after World War II! Public killing, selling powder, etc., are all open and legal, and the police are also openly acquiescing in accepting money and not doing things. Even the police sometimes have to be careful, otherwise there is a high risk of being shot by some unknown little guy in the middle of the night. This era is not far behind.

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man bowed and retired, leaving Hans alone to read the newspaper quietly.

Jensen suppressed his undue emotion, and he smirked and walked into the hotel room with his companion. They chartered this small hotel, except for the two waiters and the proprietress of the owner, the rest are all their own people.

"Now let's talk about our mission. Edxin, how are you doing over there? After Jensen's enthusiasm, he finally calmed down, he didn't believe that Hu Xiaoyan would hand over two million dollars to him so easily. If you have any abnormal actions, you won't even know how to lose your life when the time comes.

"That's it, I just went to the warehouse and checked. Our goods are all there, and now we are one stronghold. Ed Xin smirked, he himself was a thug under Jensen. Since he was trained by Hu Xiaoyan's men, he has not seen blood until now, and he has long been impatient.

"Good. Tomorrow, everyone will go out to inquire about the specific situation of the local gangs, and then find the strongest one and get rid of them at once! Make our name! Jensen was the final punch. The reason why I chose the strongest one is because their local task is actually very light, just recruiting people, if you don't make a name, who knows who you are? How else to recruit? They are scum scum who dare to fight hard to see blood, and then take them to Mexico to conquer the world!

The next day they inquired clearly, and then everyone's faces turned pale.

"Boss, don't you want to forget it?" Idexin, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is afraid. The Los Angeles gangsters don't have much strength in this era, and the biggest gangster in this era is Morgan and Rockefeller! Almost all of them are more or less controlled by them or have a direct or indirect relationship with them. The minimum number of members of each gang is about 100. But there were only about twenty of them in this group of foreign thugs.

"We can't hold on to our ground." The corners of Jensen's mouth twitched, and he regretted it a little now. When he was in England, he was only the lowest existence in the gang, with more than twenty guys, and it was the result of his years of development. Where would you know that American gangsters are so murderous? The Los Angeles gangsters are so good at rifles and pistols! And bombs and stuff, not to mention. This makes Jensen, who has never seen a few guns, embarrassed!

"Then find the weakest!" Jensen said hard.

"The weakest guy was Tommy, and he had about a hundred men under his command, an unknown number of guns, and a mixed number of men, mostly Latino and Indian. He controls all the thieves in the slums, and he also has a human trafficking business. "Jones is the most educated of them all. He was originally a college student, but his father committed suicide by throwing himself into the river after his business failed, and his mother also died of illness. He then joined Jensen's team. Acting as a clerk and think tank.

"This guy is easy to deal with because he doesn't have any money and we have. Just kill him and spend a little more money to bring his men over. With these people, we can know how deep the local gangs are before we can move on to the next step. ”

"You're quite right. So has his whereabouts been figured out? Jensen pretended to be confident, although he had been trained, but it was the first time he had actually assassinated someone.

"Figured it out. The guy would go to one of his bars every night, the only place in the ghetto where money was good. ”

Hearing the bar, Jensen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he read Hu Xiaoyan's plan, which was very detailed. Where are the best drugs to sell? Isn't it a bar yet? Turn the bar into a high-end nightclub, and then do whatever you want inside, drugs, high-end hospitality, underground casinos, etc. are all profitable transactions. As for the fact that the Americans' families are ruined after taking drugs, it has nothing to do with him Jensen, he is British.

"I'm going to kill him tonight!" Jensen made up his mind.

That night, everyone went out in batches to occupy a vantage point, waiting for Tommy's arrival.

In the place where Jensen didn't see, a yellow man pouted: "These guys are too arrogant, are they really the gangsters here who eat thin?" So many middle-aged men crowded into a hotel and went around to find out about the local gangs. It seems that we really can't do it if we don't make a move. ”

Tommy led seven or eight people to the street near the bar, and before he could get close to the bar, he saw a little brother running over: "Boss, it's not good." ”

Tommy kicked the little brother to the ground: "What's the hurry! Which bastard is unruly again? ”

The little brother hurriedly got up: "No." In the past two days, a group of outsiders have come to inquire about the situation of the local gangs, boss, didn't you send me to keep an eye on them? As a result, each of them ambushed near the bar with long and short guns. ”

"What the hell, these birdmen, what's the matter?" Tommy was furious.

"I don't know, I heard from the hotel that it seems to be from England. No background. The younger brother replied.

"That is, Guojianglong wants to grab the territory? I really think Lao Tzu is a sick cat. What are you waiting for? Gather the men and horses to kill them! As soon as Tommy greeted, he heard his younger brothers put their fingers in their mouths and whistle.

In less than ten minutes, out of nowhere jumped out of the streets of the slum a disheveled man, each of whom had a long gun, most of them shotguns.

"They're near the bar, the guys, give me a surround them and don't let them go."

Tommy called out loudly, but suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly.