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At night, the Cotton Club is where the cast of "Reservoir Dogs" gathers.

The Cotton Club and LV Pictures are located on Sunset Boulevard, less than a kilometer apart. It is more convenient to get here from the company, which is why he placed the party venue here.

This club has a black exterior, two floors above ground, one underground floor, an upper nightclub, a dance hall on the ground floor, and a casino on the ground floor. It has many business projects and is one of the busiest nightclubs in the Los Angeles area.

Every night there are famous bands or singers performing here, and celebrities often appear.

Since the owner of the club is Mickey Cohen, the godfather of the Los Angeles gang, the security situation is very good.

After the crew of "Reservoir Dogs" arrived, they sat in a booth next to the dance floor, drank, chatted and watched hot girls.

"Today's nightclubs are becoming more and more boring. If you want to see striptease, you have to go to a striptease club. When we were young, there were all kinds of exciting performances in any nightclub."

"That's right. At that time, most of the owners of nightclubs in Los Angeles were Italian mafia or Irish gangs. Sometimes when drinking, you would encounter gang gunfights. It was crackling and very lively."

"Today's gangs are busy smuggling goods and have no time to fight and kill."

"Hey, does anyone want to see a strip show? There's a dance hall upstairs, it looks great."

"I won't go. I'm getting older and it's easy to lose sleep after watching it."

"No, as you get older, you should visit more often to promote blood circulation."

"Ahem~ don't talk about this yet, Miss Bellucci is here."

Everyone looked towards the aisle, and Monica was walking over wearing a blue sleeveless dress, carrying a small satchel, and wearing high heels.

"She is so beautiful. Where did Duca find such a beauty?"

Crispin whispered.

"Who knows, that bastard is so shameless. We are so busy on the set every day that we don't even have time to eat, but he doesn't do anything and even hired a beautiful woman as his assistant. No, I want it too A beautiful assistant."

Quentin frowned and said.

"Hi~Monica, didn't Duca come over?"

asked Laurence Band.

"He met an acquaintance and chatted there."

Monica turned back and pointed at the bar.

Duca was sitting at the bar with two men, a middle-aged white man wearing a floral shirt and a gold chain.

The other one is in his fifties or sixties, slightly bald, wearing business casual clothes, and is accompanied by a strong bodyguard. He looks very stylish.

"Boss Mickey Cohen? How does Duca know him?"

"The other one seems to be Ajit, one of the gang leaders in Los Angeles."

"Duka knows them. Is he also a gang member?"

Everyone looked at Monica in surprise. Considering that she had just come to the company, everyone looked at Quentin.

"Don't make wild guesses, Duka is definitely not a gang member."

Quentin waved his hand and talked about Duca's ban on drugs in the bar, focusing on the allusion of Duca's three shots to scare away Ajit.

"Are you kidding me? Hit three beer bottles from a hundred meters away? That's impossible!"

"I don't think it's possible either. I often play with pistols. The effective range of a pistol is only seventy or eighty meters. Bullets will float beyond that range. How can Duca do it?"

"But it's true. At that time, many people saw that Ajit and more than a dozen of his men came to the bar to cause trouble. Duka fired three shots to scare them away. Look, Ajit is also very angry with Duka now. careful."

"So powerful? What does Duka do?"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that Duca used to be a special forces soldier, the king of soldiers selected from the 100,000-strong Mexican Army. The best thing about this guy is not his marksmanship, but his fighting skills. That time five of Ajit's men came to the bar

Making trouble, holding a utility knife in his hand...Duka is like this..."

The more Quentin talked, the more excited he became, and he danced and demonstrated how Duka killed five gangsters with his bare hands.

Next to her, Monica clutched the satchel in her hand. The liar boss looked polite, masculine and handsome, how could he be so violent?

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"Duka, what do you think of the proposal I just made?"

At the bar, Ajit asked.

"It's not that great. I'm just an ordinary Mexican. I'm not a drug dealer. Where did I come from? You've got the wrong person to sell drugs to you."

"Don't worry Duca, the current situation in Mexico is turbulent, resulting in instability in various channels. Product prices fluctuate high and low. This is a good time to make money. Do you want to try it? I will give you 50,000 for one kilogram of cocaine.

U.S. dollars. I heard that the purchase price in Mexico is only 6,000 U.S. dollars, which is nearly ten times the profit. Isn’t this more profitable than opening a movie company?"

Ajit advised.

"I can't do it. I'm a good person and a serious businessman. I can't do anything illegal. You'd better find someone else to do it. Goodbye, Boss Cohen!"

Duca waved his hand and left.

"This guy!"

Ajit looked at him and said, "I don't believe he will be a good person."

"I suggest you treat him as a good person. If he turns out to be a bad person, you may be in trouble."

Mickey Cohen said while shaking his glass.

"What did you see? Boss Cohen."

"One thing, when he saw us, his eyes didn't change. He was either ignorant or not afraid of us at all. According to your description, this guy is obviously a capable person."

Mitch Cohen said.

"Yes, Duca is indeed very powerful, but it is such a waste for such a person to want to do serious business."

Ajit shook his head.

"Are you out of stock right now?"

"No worse than that time in 1986."

Ajit sighed.

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"Thinking back to that time in 1986, there was such a shortage of goods. No one had any, so everyone had to smoke tree leaves to enjoy themselves..."

In the booth, Tim Roth is rehearsing Mr. Orange's lines.

That scene happened to be in a bar. Mr. Orange was originally a policeman. In order to infiltrate the gang and gain the trust of Boss Qiao, he pretended to be an old dealer, fabricated his past dealer experience, and told as many lies as possible.

It has to be detailed and true.

"Hey, was it really out of stock in Los Angeles in 1986? Why don't I remember it?"

Crispin asked.

"That's because you are not short of money. Did you know that Detective Qiqi was brutally murdered in 1985? He was also on the cover of Time Magazine. In 1986, the US government blocked the 3,000-kilometer border between the United States and Mexico.

Force the Mexican government to hand over the murderer of Detective Qiqi.

The Mexican side refused to engage in trade relations, and the two sides were in a stalemate for half a year. That time caused great harm to everyone. Many people could not get the medicine and were forced to give up drugs. At that time, a hemp leaf was no more expensive than a golden leaf."

said Michael Madsen, who plays Mr. King.

"I know Detective Qiqi. How about the last thing? Has the murderer of Qiqi been caught?"

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Crispin asked.

"I don't know, Duka, you should know."

"Know a little bit."

Duca put down his wine glass and said.

Since the 1980s, the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration has been asking Mexico to ban drugs and stop harming the American people.

Mexico, in turn, wants the United States to ban guns. As long as the United States bans guns, drug traffickers will not be able to buy weapons. It will be easy for Mexico to deal with drug traffickers. If guns are not banned, the weapons of the Mexican military and police will not be as advanced as the drug traffickers, and they will not be able to defeat them at all.

The United States is unwilling to ban guns. They make tens of billions of dollars every year by selling weapons to drug cartels. Of course, they cannot ban them. The US government has adopted other policies to force Mexico to ban drugs.

On the surface, the Mexican side agreed, but in fact, it turned a blind eye.

In 1985, U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) detective Kiki Camarena was sent to Mexico to fight against drugs. He used an airplane to photograph tens of thousands of acres of marijuana fields in Chihuahua. The Mexican government had no choice but to arrange for people to burn down 11 square kilometers.

cannabis fields.

Qiqi's move aroused the anger of Mexico's altar godfather Gallardo.

The Gallardo Trading Group has been selling goods to the United States since the 1980s. The money it earns from the United States every year accounts for about 5% to 8% of the country's GDP. It not only transfers foreign exchange, but also solves a large number of employment problems.

Trafficking has also become one of the pillars of Mexico's economy. The Mexican government protects it from top to bottom. Even the CIA in the United States provides cover for them and makes money from it.

After Gallardo murdered Qiqi, Mexico did not immediately hand over Gallardo. In 1988, the Mexican political scene was facing a change. The ruling Institutional Revolutionary Party needed Gallardo's help to win the election, and also asked him to arrange for the assassination of two people.

presidential candidate.

Only after the election was over and Gallardo was no longer useful, did Mexico arrest him.

"The price of drugs in the Los Angeles area is rising now because Gallardo was arrested and several of his leaders are fighting for territory."

"No wonder, I just asked why the price has increased so much recently."

Crispin said, patting his legs.

Duca smiled, Mexico was poor too, the only thing that could affect the US market was drugs.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the "Reservoir Dogs" crew party ended and everyone left the bar one after another.

"Come on Monica, I'll take you back."

Duka said as he got into the car.

"No need, Mr. Jin, I'll take a taxi back myself."

Monica waved her hand.

"You're welcome, I'm driving very fast, so I won't waste time."

Duca tilted his head.

Monica hesitated for two seconds before getting into the car.

"Where do you live?"

"West Hollywood Bird Street."

"We're not far away."

Duca started the car and drove from the parking lot into the main driveway with dense traffic.

"Monica, there is something I want to apologize to you for."

"What?"

Monica looked at him doubtfully.

"As for the position, I forgot to tell you that the chief production assistant and the president's assistant are both my assistants."

"It doesn't matter, you are the boss, there is no need to apologize to my assistant."

Monica said with clenched fists.

Duca smiled and said, "These two positions are not the same in nature. One is responsible for administration and the other is responsible for production. If you are a production assistant, you can be transferred to a producer in the future. If you want to continue to be my assistant in the future,

You can become the assistant to the president."

"I think being a production assistant is pretty good."

Monica said with certainty.

"I respect your choice."

Duca shrugged.

After more than ten minutes, the car arrived at the downstairs of an apartment facing the street on Bird Street. This apartment was a bit more upscale than the one he lived in, but it was still an ordinary apartment.

"Mr. Jin, thank you for sending me back."

Monica got out of the car and said.

"Won't you invite me up for a cup of coffee?"

Duca asked, leaning against the car window.

Monica stared at him quietly for two seconds, then suddenly smiled charmingly, "I'm rude, boss, do you want to go up and have a cup of coffee?"

"emm~ Next time, it will be too late. You should go to bed early. See you tomorrow."

Duca waved his hand and drove off the street.

Monica looked at the car going away and smiled, a timid man.

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