The night lights are dim, the smoke is curling, and the smell of wine is heavy.

In the atmosphere of decadence, the gangster of Los Angeles and his chief law Gu were silent.

Obama's fingers are like flowers, his thoughtful expression looks like that of the former president, and considering the key to the current Jinwei gang robbery is like deducing the subtle changes in his own-stirring stick method in the White House office.

It is rumored that there are three great masteries in the White House: Grandmaster Hua's falling cherry blossom axe, which takes the axe and kills ruthlessly and decisively; Old Roosevelt's honeywater stick is characterized by dancing like a bee and no one can stop it; As for the-stirring stick method with unknown inheritance, it seems that it was only after World War II that I heard that it was a yellow-skinned secret book that suddenly appeared on the desk of a certain intelligence bureau, which has been treasured in the basement of Langley to suppress the luck of the five continents, until Bush Sr. became the head of the palace before he was included in the three major schools of the White House.

The first thing that every new owner of the White House does when he enters the palace is to learn how to press the red button, and the second thing is to dig out a presidential diary from the president's desk, which is a record of the experience of the palace masters of the past generations on these three unique studies.

I heard that as long as the leather book is opened, it must be a word of light, full of treasure!

Everyone said that if these three disciplines are cultivated to the Great Perfection, they can lead the world for 300 years.

So envious!

Obama sighed and began to think carefully about what would be needed to get Amrath out of this, how much time it would take him, and what a moving fortune would be if multiplied by the unit price.

Amrath definitely has a lot of money, and if he goes to prison, he can be a good boss even in it, and live a relatively free life, especially with a bunch of younger brothers going in with him.

It's just that there is no outside territory, and after a while, new characters will emerge to steal his status and prestige, and in a few years, maybe some people will think he is an eyesore and want to send him to hell early.

So, Amrath definitely doesn't want to go to jail.

Obama also prefers to do business as a regular customer: "I think about it." ”

"Think about it," Amrath took out a check from the side and tossed it to him, "This will make your mind more active." After saying that, he took the bottle and poured himself two more sips.

Obama picked up the check he threw on him and looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Amrath: "Why don't you go to the hospital?" ”

"Go now, aren't you in a hurry to be arrested?" Amrath said bitterly that the first thing he did when he arrived here was to prepare to recall his four cronies, and now safety came first.

Whether it's Amrath or Hardway, the four of them know very well what safety is, and when the four of them go out, they use new mobile phones that have never been used.

The same is true for Amrath when he calls their cell phones.

However, it was a police officer who answered the phone, and Hardway had already died at the hospital gate.

The bad news was like thunder, and Amrath flew for nine days.

The four fighters who had been trained in the special forces, even if they were not at the level of the king of soldiers, were also mortal fears, and now they died in the hospital inexplicably.

Not even half of the news came back.

The entire streets of Midley were shattered into a sea of corpses and blood.

There are also the missing Mafad, the missing Hassandas and the little Rus.

The origin of it all was nothing more than a phone call from Mafard.

The origin of everything is nothing more than a yellow-skinned pig fainting on the street.

The origin of everything is just a shut up!

The guy who threatened himself on the other end of the phone... Isn't it the Chinese guy who is always in the hospital?

Shaun...

Shaun...

Zombie Shaun...

With a pale face, fresh blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, and a bloody human heart in his hand, his cold gaze looked through the wall and through the air......

Amrath shuddered.

It's painful to be tormented by your own overly rich imagination.

Maybe that person is just an ordinary Chinese immigrant, but he was transformed into a terrifying demon king by the wrong brain hole.

Amrath, who has had many lives in his hands, actually knows very well that death is indeed a sudden thing, and what is really uncomfortable is the process of waiting for death.

…...

Since yesterday, everything has been so weird and scary.

The night was deep and terrifying.

Tonight's L.A. is as cold as Alaska.

Amrath can only warm the chill in his bones with alcohol.

It's like a mouse being avoided by a cat in a hole.

He smiled and put away the check. Obama thought he could understand his feelings, but he was just an ordinary thug who was afraid of the law, which is the meaning of his lawsuit, and he raised his head and said in a deep voice: "No, no, Amras, I mean, I'm afraid you can't hide from this!" ”

"What? Are you asking me to turn myself in? Amrath looked at the lawyer in amazement, "You're crazy! ”

"Of course not!" Confident, Obama raised his hand and gestured to himself, "I'm a lawyer, you have to listen to me." ”

Amrath was depressed, waved his hand, and said, "You say! To get to the point, I'm a little dizzy right now. ”

Obama calmly spoke: "First, no matter what the police say, you have to emphasize that you are the one who is being attacked!" ”

Amrath rolled his eyes: "It was meant to be!" ”

You don't understand how to play the piano to the cow, Obama shook his head secretly, is it easy to disguise himself as a victim? You have to be angry! "Okay, the gun was brought by the other party!"

Obama threw out the second bullet point.

"What?" Amrath had a question mark on his face, "What guns?" ”

Living in Los Angeles for three or five years, Amlas has not been raised into an actor, which also makes Mr. Lawyer very helpless.

"The weapons brought by the other party, you are fighting back legitimately, of course, because they are all good citizens, they are powerless to resist, and they are injured one after another!"

Obama made it clearer.

Amrath thought for a while, nodded and squinted: "I understand, that's just to solve the problem of our subordinates, what about me?" What to do with things in a nightclub? They'll find out! ”

"I'm going to take a look at the scene tomorrow morning, of course, you're right, they must know there's something inside, and we can't stop them from taking their dogs in to search for it, after all, the building has collapsed, and it's a good excuse to look for the trapped people. But you can still insist that it was a sham. After all, the building is open, and the police are arriving so late, it is not surprising that the enemy even puts anything in it! ”

A dead duck with a hard beak is also a solution.

Amrath sighed, it was true, until now he didn't know if all the people in the building had run out, or if they were still dancing and were crushed under the building.

That damn music!

"You're going to start a Midley Street Brotherhood." The lawyer calmly told him.

"What?" Amrath rolled his eyes, this kind of thing is a bit demoralizing, and the brand that was finally played out was ,... But it's an idea, it just doesn't show the value of my check.

The lawyer looked calm: "Whether it is the building falling down, or you are being attacked, you are all hurting." We are all innocent until we are convicted! ”

"Huh?" Amrath became slightly serious, and what the lawyer said didn't seem to be what he thought.

"You take the lead, set up this brotherhood, invite all the African Americans involved in this incident, and say that we will get justice for them!"

"Justice?" Amrath likes the word so much, this fairness is so exquisite, not the usual knife and gun to get it himself, but to ask a group of litigants to plan it well.

Amrath glanced at the lawyer, this guy really has a level in his heart, it's a pity not to be the president.

Omabah didn't know that he was now tall in Amrath's heart, and he walked down the train of thought: "The building has fallen, and the person is injured!" With so many people shooting, the house must have been damaged, right? Whether it's a claim from an insurance company or a claim from a murderer who doesn't know who it is, it's a good opportunity for you to stand in the forefront! ”

"Me?" Amrath looked confused, and let me stand in the front of the gang boss, isn't this a fancy death?

"That's right, you need a package. This can make millions of black brothers stand behind you, and the government will not dare to do anything to you! ”

Amrath's eyes lit up instantly, and he sat up straight: "What a brilliant idea!" ”

"Under this brotherhood, no one will betray you, as for what evidence the police have found, don't say that you don't admit it, just one source is not procedural. Tomorrow I will go to the site to observe. Hey! ”

"Yes!" Amrath picked up the bottle and took a sip of it, "Obama, you're so much better than the president, wonder, why aren't you?" ”

"Well, I think I'm better than that guy too, but only a fool can do that position, a smart person can't!"

it, because you don't have any money! Amrath laughed loudly, and his depression was swept away.

"Now, you better go to the hospital, stay with your brothers, and release the news by the way." "You don't have to worry, you're not there, and I don't think anyone who is injured is going to open their mouths, they have to be treated, we have plenty of time!" Obama said. ”

"Hospital?" Amrath had a hesitant look on his face, and he was a little scared.

"What's wrong?"

"I'd better wait until tomorrow to go, and I'll arrange the news." Amrath is going to look at the news trend tomorrow in the early years, Obama is very beautiful and reasonable, but if he is wanted directly on the TV news tomorrow, then he will really have to run away first.

"Well, well, I'll go back first, and I'll go directly to the site tomorrow to have a look," Obama said, looking at his watch, "Did you say there's a power outage?" Then I'll have to go through it at dawn. ”

"Let's just take a break here, there are so many rooms anyway." Amrath waved his hand, "Whatever you want to eat in the kitchen." ”

Obama shook his head: "Go back, I have to bring some things tomorrow, and you have to get the Brotherhood out as soon as possible." ”

"I know, Tim and Gigi don't know if they're dead, and if they're not, I'll have to say hello to them."

Obama nodded, it was, and he could hear it earlier, Amras was a bit of a desire to take the opportunity to swallow the Gigi and Tutu gangs.

But his plan collapsed, and strictly speaking, the loss of the Jinwei Gang was the greatest, and sixty percent of the Jinwei nightclub alone belonged to him.

Well, now it's all gone.

Crisis, where there is danger, there is opportunity, the danger is yours, but the opportunity is mine!

If it works well, I may be able to turn all my previous sewer life history into white in one fell swoop, and I will have at least a saint in the middle of my name in the future with hundreds of gangsters to achieve the great cause of justice. Saint. Obama!

(Starting Point)