American Fortune Life

It was 2:30 a.m. in Los Angeles, half an hour after the theft.

"Wow—"

A rusty rolling shutter door was pulled down, and a black SUV in the garage turned off the lights, and five young men in black wearing hoods jumped out of the car, and one of them, a strong man, took off his headgear somewhat depressedly. He put on a hood, revealing a dark skinned and bald head.

Several other people also took off their hoods, pushed open a small door, and walked into an empty and messy workshop-like room with burn marks in a gasoline barrel. In the middle was a large iron table with some An assortment of good wine, opened and unopened, and some newspapers.

"Wow—"

The strong black man pushed aside the sundries on the iron table, and put the black travel bag in his hand on the table, "Hey, guys, we got rich tonight, what should I say, we should go to those women Home, goddammit, look at these diamonds, oh my god, they're beautiful..."

One of the short Latino youths spat on the ground, looked at the black man with disgust, and cursed: "If it weren't for you bastard, we can patronize the second one tonight!"

"Bastard, is it my fault? Can I touch the alarm without Jimmy's foot?"

"You disgusting nigger, I'm a fan of Charlize, how could I watch you bastard holding her underwear and socks, LOW tube to her photo on her screen..."

"Aha - movie buff? That's a big joke, isn't it the first time you suggested stealing Charlize Theron's mansion? Don't think I didn't see those notes you stuffed in your pocket Little KUKU, haha, but your whore actress seems to be pregnant by other people, I really don’t know how exciting it will be if the media finds out..."

boom!

"Okay! Don't make any noise! ​​During this period of time, we have made a total of 50 houses, and there are some mansions that use the security system of CA company, but after tonight, it seems that we should stop for a few days. Let's get rid of this batch of things tonight, didn't the little bitch from Hilton's family go to the rabbit country recently? The next target is her."

It seemed that the white man with the mustache, who was the boss of the group, frowned and slammed down the table, looked at the two quarreling with cold eyes and said, while the other guy with sunken eyes, a tall and thin Mexican guy was comparing left and right in front of the mirror Looking at the high-end suit on the cuff, looking at the black ribbon label on the cuff and the two letters "A·S" embroidered with silver thread, he pouted.

"Bring it!" The short young man snatched the digital camera from the black man's hand, and ran back to his room amidst the black man's roar to admire the photos of his idol.

It’s just that the black man hadn’t cursed a few words, the short young man screamed from the room, quickly opened the door, broke away from the black man’s entanglement with excitement, ran to the boss, pointed at the camera and shouted excitedly: “Boss, we’re getting rich , get rich, oh my god, damn it, it's just too hot..."

His excited yelling made others surround him curiously. The white boss took the camera, frowned and began to look through the photos in the camera. A photo of Andy Smith clinging to his slightly raised belly with a smile appeared on In his eyes, this made the mustache white man's pupils shrink, and ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Shet, damn it, we're really going to get rich lol Andy Smith it's him lol guys we don't have to go to mansions anymore this camera is going to give us tons of beauty Banknotes..."

Several other people also showed ecstasy, and the tall and thin young man who had just tried on the suit raised his sleeves again and said, "Damn it, it turned out to be Andy Smith's clothes..."

"Boss, we have to make a good fortune. He has a net worth of 10 billion U.S. dollars, haha, it's not too much for us to ask for a few hundred million..."

"Are you an idiot? Do you think he would be willing to spend hundreds of millions of dollars to buy a few photos? Hundreds of millions is impossible, but tens of millions should be no problem, haha!"

"What an idiot, fuck off, the boss is smart... we should have a drink to celebrate, for our rich life!"

"Yes, yes, we should drink and celebrate! We are going to blackmail that little boy, bastard, and let him become my idol..."

"Haha, idols, movie queens, they're all stinky bitches, they're all played with and got pregnant, it seems like this little boy has a girlfriend..."

"Okay!" The white man with the mustache restrained his excited expression, took the whiskey handed over by his subordinates and said, "Everyone shut up until I get the money, and they are not allowed to go out for the past few days. Jimmy will go tomorrow." To buy a few disposable mobile phones, we need to discuss this business with the rich and talented..."

"cheers!"

"For the beautiful knife!"

. . . . . .

4 a.m. on the tarmac of a private jet at Los Angeles International Airport.

The cabin door of the private jet had just opened, and Joseph, who was full of frost, walked out of the cabin first, followed by the people who followed him down the hanging ladder one by one with expressionless faces.

"Hansen, I'm sorry to trouble you!" Joseph thanked a strong man in black for a hug as soon as he stepped down the hanging ladder.

"We are brothers. I have news about the things you asked me to inquire about. Everything is in the car, and it is not registered..."

If Andy was present, he would definitely recognize who the other party was. Hansen was the person in charge of the shooting club that Joseph took him to when Andy was going to shoot.

"Let's go, let's get in the car and say, after you take me to the place, go back, I haven't looked for you."

Hansen pondered for a moment, looked at the familiar temperament emanating from the 12 strong men behind Joseph, nodded silently, turned and walked towards the four black Ford SUVs parked not far away.

With a gray sky and a hint of morning light in the sky, we sailed to the southwest area of ​​Los Angeles.

At 4:30, the morning light is slowly tearing apart the gloomy sky.

"This is the big "store" of the largest hei gang in the Southwest, the Luo Lin 20S gang, and the largest distribution center for selling stolen goods in the Los Angeles area. Most of the stolen and robbed goods will be concentrated here, and then quickly transferred to all parts of the country. If If you want to get back the lost property, then the person looking for Luo Lin 20S must be the right one!"

Joseph, who had been replaced with special combat equipment, looked at a dilapidated three-story building on the corner of the street with a telescope. A security door covered with iron was closed tightly, but the lights on the second floor were still on. From time to time, people walk around.

"Okay, Hansen, sorry to trouble you, then, I'll buy you a drink after the matter is over." Joseph put down the binoculars, grinned, showing his white teeth.

Hansen smiled, opened the car door, bumped fists with Joseph, turned up the collar of his coat, got out of the car and disappeared into the morning light without looking back.

"Silence, open fire at will, obtain information, clear..."

"yea sir!"

. . . . . .

"Bang, bang—"

"FXXK! What time is it now, come on, stop knocking, bastard..."

A burly Latino bald man with tattoos cursed and yelled at the door that was constantly being smashed.

"Crack——"

"Asshole, if what you bring doesn't satisfy us, I'll blow your ass off...huh?"

"Qiu—"

The silencer made a slight sound against the forehead, and 13 heavily armed personnel wearing black hoods rushed in quickly.

"stick together team..." (keep in formation)

The iron gate was closed, and the gang member who fell to the ground was dragged aside.

Just finished the high, the little leader of the Luo Lin 20S store who fell asleep with a chick in his arms, was awakened by the sudden pain, and grabbed the strong arm above him that was dragging his hair, screaming in pain, creating pain. The woman on the bed seems to be too high, completely sleeping like a dead pig.

boom!

The little leader who was still cursing loudly in "Xie Te Xie Te" kicked his feet hard, hoping to relieve the severe pain caused by being dragged, and felt the big hand holding his hair loosen, just about to look up and dare to talk to Luo Lin 20S When it was time to figure out who the irritable bastard was, the big foot of a black leather boot just stepped on his face fiercely. . .

Before he fell into a coma, he vaguely saw his three younger brothers who were kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands, fell to the ground one by one, their eyes were wide open, and there was a bright red color constantly radiating from the center of their brows.

"Clean it up, take away all valuable things, let these dregs suspect each other..."