Circle Warlock

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"10370 US dollars! Half a person ... Please call me the famous mountain bike **** in the future." After the bridge ended, Shen Yan collected the "racing tax" from the gang of racers one by one, and shot half of them in front of Laomai.

Mike picks up the money, and his thoughts are in a trance for a few years-it's been many years ... I only remember that my wife reached out to him for money, son for money, daughter for money, director for money, psychologist for money, actors for money. Money ... But when was the last time he received such a large sum of money from someone else?

Although Lao Mai couldn't look at Shen Yan's money, it would be more pleasing to look at Shen Yan. People who don't eat solitary food are good.

"You'll wait." Mike pushed the door and got off to the side of the road, vomiting with a "vomit".

Come back, gargle, without mentioning the words-the former mafia gangster took the express train to motion sickness, who said to destroy who!

*****

In Los Angeles, Yanagida and Rockford Hill (Beverly Hills) are like two worlds.

The large black-pressed factory building is like a beast creeping in the night, which makes people feel terrified. Pedestrians were almost extinct on the road here, everyone drove past in a hurry, and could not see a patrol police car for twenty minutes. On the contrary, there are many homeless people who are drunk on the street and may also be drug addicts.

There are also people wearing hoods and vans sneaking in and out, not knowing what they are doing. When Shen Yan drove by, they watched with their hands in their arms. Especially many of them are black uncles. Shen Yan with low-light vision is often taken aback, blindfolded in the dark night.

"Don't deal with those people ... drug dealers." Mike explained.

Shen Yan looked out the window curiously, this is the other side of Los Angeles. In theory, he should be very familiar with them, but in fact all are the first contact.

When the car turned into the back of a factory and drove for a while, it stopped in a somewhat old courtyard. "This is my movie studio ... Fak!" Mike looked at the prying lock and scolded, stepping forward and pushing the door in. Since corporate tax is lower than personal tax, and business-to-business accounting is convenient, it is best to start an empty film company and choose a cheap office in Hollywood if you want to invest in movies. This dilapidated factory was the compensation given to him by the previous director who made Mike lose money. Mike couldn't sell it. He simply set up his movie studio's premises here.

Now it seems that it is not a good idea.

"Go in, there's nothing to steal here, you can throw it away early." Mike explained a little helplessly.

Mike used to be a lone thief, not on the same level as those of the gangsters, and there was no deterrent in the Tao. Sure enough, after Shen Yan went in, he saw that the room was full of mess, and he couldn't even find his feet-but these were not overturned by thieves. Most of this garbage is movie props, piled from inside to outside. There was a layer of dust on it, and it seemed that Mike hadn't been to this place for a long time.

"This is my first movie and I don't understand anything. It was like a fool to be fooled by that guy. He kept telling me to ask for this and that, and finally the movie was made like **** ..." Mike picked up A monster hood, looked at it and threw it aside, "Unfortunately, I'm not really a fool, I sink him into the sea ... you can live here! My number, mobile phone ... I remember it can still be used, and charger."

He found the desk, wrote his phone number on the paper, and turned out the old mobile phone and charger that had long been dead from the drawer. Finally, Mike stepped on the props and walked into the room. He pulled up the corner of a canvas and slammed it up. Dust and props were everywhere!

"Cough! Fak ... Fak!"

Under the canvas, a large leather sofa is exposed, which looks 80% new and more valuable than everything in the room.

"Your bed! Guess what? Those thieves are all slackers! They are mixed in the street, crooked in their pockets and wearing hats, but whether they steal or work, they are always losers. Look, the treasure is hidden below, With a slight flip ... you can sell it for $ 600 on the black market! But this sofa has been here for three years, no one has found it, no one has! "

Shen Yan spread his hands.

...

It has to be said that to get Mike's favor, Shen Yanfen played a big role in his $ 5,000-almost at a trust of -25, it directly broke into a positive 25. As long as you think that these are not worth 1,000 US dollars in total, it is reasonable to throw these to Shen Yandi.

As for Shen Yan running away secretly ... Mike didn't think about it.

He has similar ideas to those of the producers. Shen Yan is now well-known. He cannot give up the opportunity that countless people dreamed of in Hollywood. Shen Yan needs the opportunity to turn popularity into money, and Mike also needs it. He has to participate even if he ca n’t lead, and now helping Shen Yan is an investment in the future ... Mike ’s mentality is already very close to that of Hollywood producers.

...

"I have a friend, Leicester. He is a man with a good way. If you have no other choice, you can try him as your agent. I guess he should be interested in this business. Rest assured, I will Help you get a good pay. I will get the police affairs done as soon as possible, and ... "

After Mike got in the car, he stuffed him from the window. "This is easier to use than bows and arrows. Be careful yourself."

"Did you really sink those guys?" Shen Yan asked again. In his impression, Lao Mai was not someone who had been showing off something. He was very cautious.

"Haha ~ Thousands of things you forget every day, man, why don't you make sure this is one of them." The car drove out of the factory with the lights on.

Shen Yan looked down at the things in his hand, a Beretta 92FS, 9mm caliber pistol, a little moved.

However, when the magazine was removed, there was no bullet in it ...

What else can I say? This is Mike Di Santa.

*****

He doesn't like living in such a poor house.

Entering the room again, Shen Yan stopped at the door, and the magic began to spread around him in a rippled manner around him. The dust deposited on the surface of the object is "backed" by the invisible force, and then back, then eventually turns into four corners of the mud pile that are not visible in the room.

This is a subtle use of mental power. No wonder no one specializes in zero-loop spells. When the control of mental power and environmental magic reaches a certain level, zero-loop magic is like the little red flower used for rewards.

The whole interior is not new, at least to the point where it can live, especially the big sofa is really good. The sofa is not as wide as it is for sitting, but it is for rolling-it seems that the director had a heart with unspoken rules, but there was no unspoken life.

Shen Yan plugged in the Nokia Shell Opener and lighted it up smoothly. However, he hesitated, not knowing who to call.

This is not the kind of smartphone that can access the Internet, it seems that tools are still missing ... he must arm himself as soon as possible.

Shen Yan's strength comes not only from magic and bows and arrows, but also alchemy potions and equipment, so he has many things to prepare. I found a piece of paper and began to list things to buy, a laptop, a new mobile phone, a car, a better bow, some chemical utensils and potions ... However, he took all the money and piled it on the table, which was only 5,500 Knife. This money looks like a lot, but for the alchemy materials and equipment he wants to buy, it is a dime.

"It seems that we still need to make money first."

But it is impossible to make money making a film, and it is impossible in this life. You just let the long-legged young ladies and sisters stand in a row, stand in front of them, get naked, and do not break the law! That's also impossible ... have you heard it all? All I said is true!

Shen Yan prayed silently while holding green beads.

*****

Late at night, a drug dealer who was moving things from the warehouse to the car suddenly felt a hard object on his waist.

The drug dealer obediently raised his hand above his head, never talking or looking around. "Smart." An old voice said, and immediately took away his gun with one hand, then the back of the head was hit hard. When he was dark in front of his eyes, he was very fortunate to think ... survived.

Although they are also drug dealers, their goods are not those high-profit powders and ice, but a soda. The profit is not high, and the safety is better. In some states, this drink is even legal. So it is not so much a smuggler that they are drug dealers, it is not worth losing a small life for this business. The man seemed to be a ghost in the darkness, walking between the warehouse and the vehicle. One drug dealer fell down silently, and the neighborhood was soon cleaned up.

This person is of course Shen Yan. He needs a car and some unregistered weapons. Those drug dealers nearby are the best choice. Shen Yan put these pistols in his bag and opened the door of the cab of the van.

"Hey, man ..." A voice suddenly sounded from the driver's seat.

"Lying trough!" Shen Yan reacted faster than consciousness, knocking the old black "hidden" in the driver's seat with a punch ... Finally, he was upset and added a foot, "Let you turn on the light!"

After calming down, Shen Yan set the car on fire and disappeared into the night.

...

That night, a driver drove a van and swept through the major racing parties in Los Angeles-he was provocative when he saw him (Motherfuck / Want to come to the Quinta card), claiming that he would win all the races, and bring a The banknotes in the carriage left ... in the end, he almost did. Except for the straight-track acceleration because the horsepower of the car was not enough to lose, the man won all the races on the road corners.

The point is, a van is also used!

This person is not good. He wore a mask to hide his true face. He ran after he won. He used a nonsense to provoke before leaving. "You can't do it, chick. Would you like to drive the tractor next time?" "

Annoyed that those racers exploded in place!

"Hi!" Come on, but knocked on the door.

"What \ 'sup! (Mao thing?)" Brooklyn accent, very standard.

"Dare you leave the name ?!"

Suddenly remembering the word Mike said, Shen Yan pursed his throat and said, "Drugdealer (drug dealer), you can call me Drugdealer."

"Drug dealer ?!" In the face of the other party's face, Shen Yan drove slowly away in the car.

A gust of wind blew, and some banknotes flew out of the window of the van, flying against the wind.

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PS: Is it asking for a ticket?