hollywood entertainment mogul

Motrough Street is located in the slums of the North District of Mexico City. It is a famous red light district in Mexico City. It starts from Orlando Street in the west and Cobbler Street in the east. It is only two stops away from the famous Angel Monument.

On the middle street, there are numerous bars, dance halls, cheap hotels, and birds and birds can be seen everywhere.

At night, when it's time to go to work, they wear revealing clothes, or don't wear any clothes at all, posing on the street, waiting for the call of the customers.

Cheap for a dozen pesos, the price of a piece of white bread.

For more expensive ones, you need to go to bars or higher-end places, where there are all kinds of Latin American-style beauties. As long as you have money, this is paradise.

This is what a friend of Duca said. Every time after completing a mission, that friend would go to the famous red light districts in major cities to relax.

Duka rarely goes there, and every time he goes, he just chats with the girls and learns foreign languages.

"Sir, Boss Ochoa's office is on the top floor of the Dahlia Bar. He has dozens of gun masters around him. No one on Inktrough Street dares to offend him."

At the southeast corner of Motrough Street, Carlos stopped the car and looked up at the palace-like building on the opposite street. His thin, dark face was covered with beads of sweat.

"What business is Ochoa doing?"

Duca asked as he observed the street.

"They collect women from everywhere to pick up customers, and they also do drugs, smuggling, kidnapping, it seems they do everything."

Carlos said.

Duka asked a few more questions, and after getting the answers, he ordered,

"You wait in the car, I'll be here in a minute."

"No, I can't stay..."

Peng~

Duca raised his hand to knock him out, took a hat, pulled a pretty girl from the street, and walked into the Black Dahlia Bar.

The bar has four floors and is luxuriously decorated.

The first floor is a dance hall with loud music. Hundreds of men and women are crowded together. Some are dancing, some are taking drugs, and some are having sex. It is a smoky atmosphere.

Duca washed his face in the bathroom, repeated his old tricks and knocked out a bartender, put on his uniform, and walked up to the second floor carrying a silver tray.

The second floor is more advanced, with an orchestra playing in the middle and some men and women with minor qualifications sitting around.

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On the surface, these people are chatting seriously, but under the table they are constantly making little moves. You will know it when you see a few women with flushed faces.

And these women are not good families. According to Carlos, they are all skilled women controlled by Ochoa's subordinates. They pretend to be white-collar professional women and go around to seduce people to spend money in bars. They also extort money and often cause the death of men's families.

At the entrance to the stairs on the third floor, there were two men with guns guarding the place. There were also several guys with guns sitting around, and the defense was tight.

Duca observed for a while, then carried the tray to the storage room, took out a bottle of olive oil and poured it on the towel, hung the towel on the exposed wire, lit the towel with a lighter, and then quickly walked to the entrance to the stairs on the third floor.

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"Hey, what are you doing?"

Two minions stopped him.

"Man, don't be nervous. It's me. Boss Ochoa ordered a vanilla cocktail. Do you want to try it?"

Duca smiled slightly.

"Boss Ochoa, have you ordered some wine?"

The leader frowned and held the walkie-talkie and was about to ask.

Kachacha~

The chandeliers in the hall on the second floor flickered and suddenly went out. The hall became dark, and many women screamed loudly.

"what happened?"

"power cut?"

When darkness fell, Duka quickly took action, knocked down two minions, dragged them into the garbage room, and collected their magazines.

After finishing cleaning up, he hurried up to the third floor.

"Where is Boss Ochoa? I have something to report to him."

Seeing the minions on the third floor, Duka shouted breathlessly.

"What happened?"

one of the minions asked.

"There was a sudden power outage on the second floor. A few customers took the opportunity to cause trouble. Listen, it's noisy down there. Damn it, they're about to demolish the bar. Go tell Boss Ochoa."

"What's the rush? This is Dahlia. Who dares to cause trouble here?"

The thug glared at him and strode towards the lobby on the third floor.

The power outage on the second floor did not affect the entertainment on the third floor.

At this time, a unique auction was being held on the third floor.

The items being auctioned were scantily clad women and men, who were led onto the stage with ropes and displayed around, as if imitating the slave auctions of ancient Rome.

There were thirty or forty well-dressed men sitting under the stage, holding number plates and bidding from time to time.

There was a middle-aged man in the middle, holding a cigar, wearing a black suit, with his legs crossed, and he said a few words to the people around him from time to time. He looked very stylish.

The minion walked over and leaned over to say a few words to the other party. After receiving a reply, he led others out of the hall on the third floor.

Duka glanced at the auditorium, took off the waiter's jacket, and walked to the last row wearing only a black shirt.

There was an old white man sitting in the last row. During the auction, he didn't hold up a sign. He just held his chin and stared straight at the women's big butts.

"Good day sir!"

Duka flicked the brim of his hat and said hello politely.

"Uh~ Good day!"

The old man responded and stared at him.

"Are you here to participate in the auction too?"

"Yes sir, I seem to be late."

Duka spread his hands, a little regretful.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, tonight's heroine hasn't appeared yet, you still have a chance."

"That's great."

Duka folded his arms and looked at the booth quietly. There were all kinds of beauties and handsome men being pulled onto the stage, and then being photographed and taken away to spend the night with signs held up. There were many tricks.

After more than ten minutes, the host raised his right hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to interrupt you. Next up is the heroine of this auction.

She is the most beautiful collection we have collected in recent years. She has skin as white as ivory, looks more beautiful than a Hollywood star, and has a plumper and sexier figure than Marilyn Monroe. Let us invite you next The final surprise comes on stage.”

The host pointed towards the aisle.

Bang bang bang~

Amidst a burst of warm applause, a woman whose whole body was tied with ropes and her mouth was gagged was pushed onto the booth.

The woman has long brown chestnut hair, a tall and plump figure, and a bulging front and back, like a sexy bomb.

Compared with other women on the stage, they were all posing and winking, hoping to arouse more people's interest and be photographed at a high price.

But this woman kept struggling, and her eyes were wet with tears, making them all black.

Duka frowned, feeling that the woman's appearance looked familiar. He didn't know if it was someone he had seen in his previous life, or if it was a memory left in this body.

Could it be this body’s girlfriend?

"This girl seems unwilling. Is it okay to buy or sell by force here?"

Duca asked.

"Haha, young man, you don't understand. Even if you look at her showing reluctance, she is actually acting. The more reluctant she is, the more she can arouse a man's protective desire.

Not to mention, her acting skills are not bad, even I was moved." The white-haired old man chuckled.

Duca smiled faintly and heard the host on the stage say that the starting price is 10,000 pesos, and each increase in price must not be less than 5,000 pesos.

"10000!"

Someone raised a sign.

"15000!"

More and more people are raising placards, even an old man with white hair raised them once.

In less than two minutes, the bidding price reached 200,000 pesos, setting a new high for this auction.

"500000!"

When the bidding was about to end, Duca picked up the white-haired old man's sign.

"Hey, how can you use my brand? It's so rude."

The white-haired old man said dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry, let me borrow it."

Duca took out his pistol and said politely.

"Uh, feel free!"

The white-haired old man shut his mouth obediently.

"This gentleman bids 500,000 pesos. Is there anyone who bids higher than him? Haha, this gentleman is a new face. Will he be the big winner tonight?"

The host shouted with a smile.

"I'll pay 550,000!"

someone shouted.

"1000000!"

Duca raised his sign again.

"One million! This gentleman bids 1 million. Wow, this gentleman is so rich. Is there anyone who bids higher than this gentleman? Is there anyone else?"

The host asked three times and still no one increased the price.

Peng~ the final word.

"Congratulations to this gentleman for winning tonight's heroine for 1 million pesos."

"Sir, please follow me. We will handle the delivery procedures here."

The host pulled the woman and walked over with a smile.

Duca glanced at the woman, and she still looked familiar, like the Spanish movie star Penelope Cruz whom she had met in a previous life.

The woman happened to look over, stared at his face for a moment, and then screamed.

Duka ignored her and pulled her rope to the backstage.

At the same time, Ochoa, who was sitting under the booth, also followed with four of his subordinates.

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