Francis took a sip of beer and smiled, "Of course, there's something else going on." ”

"Tell me about it." I asked.

"Recently, the FBI has been looking for trouble with the Fuqing Gang, so the Fuqing Gang sent a new face to make a deal with the, planning to buy a batch of goods, and I don't know if those have taken the wrong medicine, and even brought money to hack down, I think the Fuqing Gang should be able to guess, but because the FBI has been staring at them, they haven't done anything particularly radical, and I also heard that the mafia in the United States is trying its best to suppress the Fuqing Gang recently, and wants to drive them back to Canada, It just so happens that there is a mafia behind those, so this matter is complicated. Francis said.

After listening to Francis's words, I was shocked, the complexity of this matter was far beyond my expectations, I thought it was just a small friction between the two gangs, but I didn't expect it to be so big, it seems that Zhao Rui is regarded as a substitute for the dead, the mafia behind the hip-hop gang wants to use this matter to make trouble for the Fuqing Gang, and the Fuqing Gang also knows this, so they can't bear it and don't know about it.

Poor Zhao Rui has become a poor child who is not loved by his grandmother and uncle, and the Fuqing Gang is planning to abandon Zhao Rui, an inconsequential chess piece, I think even if Zhao Rui sends the money back, the Fuqing Gang will not let him go, after all, the FBI has already targeted Zhao Rui.

"What are you asking about this? Are you also a gang member? Francis asked, frowning.

"Where am I like a gangster? The unlucky guy who was detained by the was my boss's son, my boss was anxious and scared, she was a poor woman, and I wondered if I could do something for her. I explained.

"Meng, you'd better not get involved in this matter, otherwise your end will be miserable." Francis said seriously.

"Understood, I'd like to ask you for a favor." I said to Francis.

"Meng, you are my best brother, what do you want me to do?" Francis asked earnestly.

"I want you to help me find out where those locked up that guy from the Fuqing Gang." I said.

"God, what are you going to do?" Francis was surprised.

"It's nothing, you just need to help me find the address." I replied.

"It's no problem to wrap it up on me, Meng, don't do stupid things." Francis reminded a little worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm measured." I held up the bottle and touched one with him.

The next morning I got up early and kicked Francis who was sleeping on the couch, who was so drunk yesterday that he wouldn't go home for anything, so I had to let him stay on the couch for the night.

This guy sleeps like a dead pig, and I don't bother to let him sleep, just remember to lock the door when he leaves.

The air in the morning was really good, bought a hot dog in the breakfast cart and ate while walking, ready to go to work in the tea restaurant.

When I arrived at the tea restaurant, I was surprised to find a card on the glass, with the words "Temporarily closed" written on it, it seems that Aunt Zhao is not in the mood to run a tea restaurant now, she should be trying to find a way to find her son, right?

It's better to be out of business, it's better to go shopping than to take a break, I've been in the United States for more than a month, and I haven't had a chance to wander around, and Los Angeles is of course the most famous for the Hollywood Walk of Fame, as well as Universal Studios Hollywood.

I visited these two attractions for a day, and to be honest, it wasn't interesting at all, Universal Studios Hollywood was okay, the filming location of the blockbuster. The Hollywood Walk of Fame is a bit boring.

After a day of shopping, I was also very tired, and I sat on the sofa after taking a cold shower in the apartment, eating potato chips while watching the boring TV shopping commercials of Lao Mei, at this time Francis came, this guy brought beer again, and I said to myself, did this guy take me as a refuge?

"Hey, my friend, how was your day?" Francis laughed.

"I took a break today and went to Hollywood and the Walk of Fame." I said casually.

"Cool, I haven't been to those two places since I came to Los Angeles, and Anna always says I'm going to take her to Hollywood, but I don't think there's the need, it must be boring." Francis complained.

"Well, if you get a chance to take Anna around, I think she'll love it." I laughed.

"Well, I'll consider taking her there next time I get a chance." Francis said with a sigh.

"Did you find out what I asked you to check?" I'm more concerned about it.

"Oh, you didn't remind me that I forgot, I found out, and that person was locked up in an old warehouse." Francis said, patting his head.

"Give me the address." I said in a deep voice.

"Meng, you're not going to save that guy, are you?" Francis was shocked.

"I've got that in mind." I didn't hide it, because after more than a month of contact I felt that I should be able to trust Francis, and the matter itself and he did not come out of the way, and I did not think that he would report to anyone or do anything against me.

"Meng, my friend, you'd better not go, those have guns in their hands, are you looking for death?" Francis said a little anxiously.

"Don't worry, I have my own way." I patted him on the shoulder and said.

Francis tried to persuade me, but seeing that I had made up my mind, he stopped trying to persuade me, he thought about it and told me to wait for him, and ran out, and after a few minutes Francis came back with an extra box in his hand.

"You take this with you." Francis said as he handed me the box.

"This is, guns?" When I opened the box, I found a black pistol lying inside, along with two magazines.

"There is no serial number on the gun, the police can't find it, you should take it with you." Francis looked at me and said seriously.

I was moved in my heart, Francis, this guy is really a buddy, but I still don't bring a gun or anything, I don't go to kill people, and if I talk about self-defense, I should be better than a gun.

"Thanks, my brother, I won't bring this gun, I know Chinese kung fu, so I can protect myself." I gestured to a Bruce Lee pose.

"I like Bruce Lee the most, Ada." Francis smiled and also did a classic Bruce Lee pose and touched his nose with his thumb.

"Okay then, I'll take the gun back, do I need to drive you? I'm afraid you won't find it. Francis thought for a moment and said.

"That's great, thanks, brother." I bumped fists with Francis.

Actually, I didn't want to involve Francis, but I couldn't find the address he gave, and if I called a taxi, I was afraid that if something happened, the police would catch me, so when Francis offered to drive me to the old warehouse, I didn't refuse.