"Is it done?Jim, you're getting more and more satisfied with your efficiency!" Mike Schofield, ignoring Jim Collins' hurried steps, complimented him.

"Boss, something happened. Jim Collins looked at Tang Ji and the others, and finally told the story.

"What did you say?" said Mike Corfield, who became a little nervous, and he smelled a hint of conspiracy in Jim Collins' words.

Mike Schofield's brows furrowed, and on his handsome face, two eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character.

The two old foxes, Trevor Phillips and Franklin Thompson, actually joined forces to reject their underground network M order at this time, and then think of the conflict with the Trevor faction reported by Jim Collins just now, it seems that they are going to take the opportunity to do something!

"It seems, Boss Mike, you're in trouble!" Tang Ji faintly noticed that something was wrong, in the original GTA5 game setting, it was Mike Schofield, Trevor Phillips and Franklin Thompson, a three-way scuffle.

Now, perhaps because of the catalytic effect of what happened last night, the whole situation has changed to a two-on-one situation for Trevor Phillips and Franklin Thompson.

Can Mike Schofield still hold up?

"It's all a minor issue. Mike Schofield raised his head and stared at Tang Ji with a determined and decisive look, "I will definitely be able to deal with them." ”

"Hey, Mike. Tang Ji heard a hint of stubbornness in Mike Schofield's words, and knew that he might have misunderstood his words, and continued, "I mean, I'm willing to give you some help. ”

If he could, Tang Ji was of course willing to help Mike Schofield, after all, those two guys, one ruled the white business of Los Santo, and the other controlled the arms trade in Los Santo. It can be said that those two are the source of chaos in Los Santo!

Why not fight if you have the chance?

And the gang led by Mike Schofield, although they make a living from robbery, but the looting objects are basically some ill-gotten gains, and the looted property is mostly used to renovate the slums of Los Santos and help those poor, and most of his subordinates come from this.

If you have to have a comparison, Mike Schofield can be regarded as a modern version of Robin Hood, robbing the rich and helping the poor, daring to act.

This is the real reason why Tang Ji is willing to help him, of course, by the way, it seems to be a good choice to brush up on the off-campus practice topics of Salem Academy.

Tang Ji's decision surprised everyone.

"Mr. Tang......" Mike Schofield didn't expect Tang Ji to suddenly offer to help him, and he wanted to refuse, of course he didn't want to let his possible future master look down on him.

"Mike, don't worry. I cooperate with you this time. Tang Ji could see Mike Schofield's concern, "But I still suggest that you withdraw your manpower first, and avoid the limelight for the time being, it is not very beneficial for you to fight hard." ”

"Okay, that's it. ”

Although Tang Ji promised to help him, Mike Schofield still knew that if he wanted to go head-to-head with those two, his strength would still be slightly insufficient, and the battle line would be too long, and it would be easy to have a situation of ignoring the end of the day, and in the end it would only be a miserable victory, and it might even collapse completely.

This is certainly not the ending that Mike Schofield would like to see.

"Jim, you let the scattered brothers hide in the nearest safe house first, wait for the next move notice, and until there is a new notice, all actions will be suspended, and no war will be made against the other party without permission!"

Mike Schofield's mind was racing, and he quickly gave Jim Collins' first command.

"Okay boss, what about the Inglewood slum is also postponed?" Jim Collins nodded in response, remembering that he was scheduled to go to the Inglewood slum in three days to give free medical treatment to the people there, and asked the boss for his opinion by the way.

"Inglewood......" Mike Schofield rubbed his eyebrows, he was really sad, Old John's illness couldn't be delayed, and little Cindy, Mark ...... "No, let's be on guard then." ”

"I got the boss. ”

"Hey, Jim, what's wrong with Inglewood?" Tang Ji asked.

"Oh, we're planning to go to a free clinic. ”

"Free clinic?" Tang Ji was surprised, he didn't expect the gangster giants of Los Santos to do such a thing in private.

"Yes, Mr. Tang. "We don't just have free clinics in Inglewood, we also have free clinics in other places, and we will also sponsor slum children to go to school, sponsor orphanages and other ......."

"Alright, Jim, get busy. Mike Schofield interrupted Jim Collins' momentum and told him to hurry up and get to work. Besides, I didn't want to make it known to the whole city.

"Mike, you're a good guy. Tang Ji stood up and patted Mike Schofield on the shoulder, he was relieved by his decision. These are all ballot papers! Tang Ji became a little excited when he heard this, what do you want to run for mayor? Isn't it just a ballot?

As for the so-called party, it doesn't matter, a person who is bound to be elected, will that party not support it?

Even, Tang Ji faintly felt an impulse in his heart, since the gangster giants here are still committed to making this world a better place, then now that he has the ability, shouldn't he also do something? Maybe this is the bloody impulse of youth?

The weather in Los Santos is particularly good today, especially after the great turmoil of last night, and everyone who is still alive looks up at the sky and feels that the weather is pleasant.

Arthur Dent was ordered last night to lead his team, which caused a lot of trouble to Lao Cui's subordinates, thinking of this, Arthur Dent's mood was very good.

"Toot ~ Toot ~ " There was a horn sound behind him, and Arthur Dent came back to his senses, and it turned out that the light was already green.

Arthur Dent lowered the window, stretched out his hand and gestured his middle finger at the car behind him, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car drove forward.

This is one of the busiest thoroughfares in Los Santos, and Arthur Dent has received a tip that Choi has a secret vault here that contains the dirty money he made from selling white noodles.

Arthur Dent's task today is to find this place.

The car wasn't moving fast, and Arthur Dent was listening to the music on the radio while looking around, hoping to find some clues.

A pleasant phone ringing interrupted Arthur Dent's observation, and he picked up his phone, which was the phone of a member of the squad.

"Hey Bobby. Arthur Dent gently pressed the answer button, pulled the car to the side of the road, and naturally landed his eyes on a brown building on the side of the road, which looked like it was some years old, and the façade was crawling with vines and plants like creepers.

"Boss, let us ...... Time out...... Action, return ...... to the safe house. On the other end of the phone, Bobby Dylan was speaking loudly, and Arthur Dent could hear that the place he was now was very noisy, making his voice intermittent.

Maybe he's in a bar again, in broad daylight, and he's a real drinker. Arthur Dent shook his head, as if trying to get Bobby Dylan's big red nose out of his head, and a window in the brown building in front of him caught his attention.

"Boss, are you listening?" the voice on the phone became clear, as if Bobby Dylan was leaving the bar.

"Well, I'm listening. Arthur Dent replied absentmindedly, continuing to stare at the window that had been drawn with the curtains drawn, but with a small slit. Could this be Lao Cui's secret vault here, hidden in a conspicuous building?

"Bang!" there was a loud noise on the phone, followed by Bobby Dylan's screams, as if the car tires were rubbing against the ground, the shrill and piercing sound.

As a person who has been on the verge of life and death for a long time, Arthur Dent recovered from the state of staring at a certain place and thinking about a problem in just one moment.

Bobby Dylan is in distress! That was Arthur Dent's first reaction.

"Bobby, are you okay?" Arthur Dent shouted into the phone, starting the car and ready to rush out.

"Fuck me!" Bobby Dylan said on the phone, gasping for breath and cursing loudly, as if she was running, "They shot me in the arm!

"Bobby, where are you? I'll help you!"

"I'm west of Wispucci, I'm running north, and they're chasing me in a car!" replied Bobby Dylan aloud on the phone.

"Hold on, Bobby! I'll get over Becklow, soon! Don't hang up!"

As soon as Arthur Dent finished speaking, he slammed on the accelerator, and the car sprang out like an arrow from the string and merged into the traffic. He must do his best to get to Wispucci, where his brother is under attack!

Fortunately, Baklow and Wispucci are not too far away, and an inter-district highway connects the two places. At this time, there were not many cars on the highway, Arthur Dent pressed the accelerator hard, and the car soon exceeded 130 kilometers per hour.

"I've run to the alley, their car can't get in, get out of the car and chase after me!" Bobby Dylan's breathless voice rang again on the phone, and there was a little smugness. Arthur Dent couldn't help but see that cynical smile in front of his eyes.

"You guy, stay safe, I'm already on the highway and I'm rushing over!" Arthur Dent's tense heart finally relaxed, and it seemed that the situation might not be so urgent, he said to himself in his heart.

At this time, a crisp motor sound came from the side and rear, and the sound should be a motorcycle, and from time to time there was a burst of engine explosion.

From the rearview mirror, Arthur Dent saw a knight in a black jacket with a black helmet on his head, and the whole person looked like a ghost hidden in the darkness.

The motorcycle, rapidly approaching Arthur Dent's car, quickly overtook it from the left. Something is wrong! Years of experience in the world told Arthur Dent to be careful of this knight!

Sure enough, when the motorcycle and Arthur Dent's car went hand in hand, the knight, reaching out and pulling out a pistol with a silencer from his arms, held the motorcycle with one hand, and shot at Arthur Dent!

"Damn!" Arthur Dent decisively lowered his head and slammed it to the left, and the car slammed into the motorcycle in a curvy arc.

The bullet shattered the glass of the left front door, and a gust of cold wind accompanied by shards of broken glass flew into the car, getting everywhere, in Arthur Dent's hair, in the seat, everywhere.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, the car was loaded onto the motorcycle, and the collision in high-speed driving made the motorcycle lose its balance, and the rider on the car flew up, fell out of a distance of twenty or thirty meters, and then fell on the cement roadbed on the side of the road, motionless.

Arthur Dent raised his head and continued to slam on the accelerator, and the motorcycle in the rearview mirror, which was still rolling, was no longer a threat.