Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

Los Angeles, the Hilton Hotel on Los Angeles Avenue.

At this time, in the hotel lobby, more than a dozen whites and blacks were surrounding six Chinese youths and a white woman.

Michael didn't expect someone would come to die on his own initiative, but he could see from the actions and expressions of the people that this group of people might be very difficult. If he had guessed correctly, the other party should be a good player in the army.

This added a hint of bloodthirsty excitement to him.

"Are you the Chinese who injured my brother?"

A very kind smile appeared on Michael's face, as if it was a greeting and conversation between two old friends, which made everyone around him feel nervous.

Those who are familiar with Michael know that this is the cruelest smile in the world. The brighter the smile, the more angry Mr. Michael is.

Zhang Zhenyi's expression turned cold and immediately realized that Michael House was probably more difficult to deal with than expected. Although the other party did not openly kill people in the hotel, the pistol hidden around the other party's waist explained the other party's purpose.

I'm afraid that if the other party doesn't give an explanation today, the other party won't stop there, but Zhang Zhenyi didn't expect that the other party's purpose was not to ask for an explanation, but his life.

"Michael House, long-awaited for Daming, Mr. Michael, I think since you know that your brother was injured, you must have known what he did to my friends. As a person with a high reputation in the United States, I

I don't think Mr. Michael would let his brother do such a thing."

"Hahaha, interesting Chinese. Not bad, I know what that bastard Lind did, but I think you've taught him a lesson, and I've brought the money you forgot to take away."

Michael waved his hand and Zhang Zhenyi saw a black man walking towards him with a bag. Then he threw the bag at his feet. The bag was not sealed tightly and it immediately opened.

A pile of colorful US dollars suddenly spilled out from the bag. There were not many customers in the hotel, and some people exclaimed when they saw this.

With so much cash, are these people robbing the bank?

As soon as Zhang Zhen saw the smile on the other person's face gradually faded, he turned into a cold look and knew what the largest gangster on the West Coast of the United States wanted to do, he was shocked.

This is clearly the money to buy life, but I, Zhang Zhenyi, is not so easy to buy life.

"Thank you, Mr. Michael, for sending back the money I left behind, Uncle Wang, pack up the money, you all go out, and take Irina away, you don't need you here."

Zhang Zhenyi knew that in the face of this situation, Wang Chaojun and others had no choice. The other party had a gun in his hand.

However, the responsibility of the Chaojun and the others is to protect Zhang Zhenyi from attack. How could they leave just by saying something? The bodyguards still stood around and watched the people around them urgently.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhenyi was about to say something, but unexpectedly, a tall, hundred-man man was walking over from the elevator on the other side of the hall, with a weird expression on his face as if he was a little distressed.

"Oh my god, Mr. Michael, what are you doing? Our Hilton guest has been woken up by you. I wonder if you can go out right away?"

This middle-aged man is the manager of Hilton Hotel. As the largest hotel industry leader in the United States, Hilton's power in the United States is obviously not something Michael House can think of. However, in Los Angeles, strong dragons do not defeat local snakes, but Michael has not yet been able to compare with them.

Not afraid of people from the Hilton family.

"Mr. John, I'm just treating my friends to a meal. Don't worry, I think we'll leave soon. Or you ask my Chinese friends."

John then looked at the Chinese people opposite him. He knew who Michael House was. He didn't seem to offend this notorious gangster too much, but Hilton was not afraid.

"Sir, do you need any help?"

It has to be said that it is not easy for John to be the manager of this hotel. He knew that this oriental might have offended Michael, but he still proposed to the other party the way to make the other party choose, which made Zhang Zhenyi sigh.

No wonder Hilton Hotel has become a world-renowned company. It seems that it has its own uniqueness. If it were in China, it would be possible to immediately let yourself go out to solve private problems.

Michael House seemed to have known that the other party would do this. He was not worried that the Chinese would refuse to follow him, because everyone here, including his companions, was in his own hands. If it took too long, he might be afraid.

I won't wait.

"Thank you, Mr. John, I think I can handle it, but I want to ask you one thing, that is, let these gentlemen and this lady rest in your hotel for a while. I think in this bag.

There is enough money.”

John nodded slightly meaningfully. To be honest, he admired the courage of this Chinese man. The other party was like a knight, putting his teammates and women behind him.

"Zhenichi, don't follow them. I won't let you leave alone. How can I explain to the two old men when I go back?"

The Chaojun knew that it was impossible for him to rescue Zhang Zhenyi today. After all, the other party had a gun in his hand, which was more deterrent than anything else. No matter how powerful he was, he could not guarantee that the other party would not kill Zhang Zhenyi with one shot.

If this happens, then you will die.

"In this way, I will accompany you with them!"

Zhang Zhenyi knew that this matter could not be left behind by the Chao army. If something happened later, the Chao army would be responsible for it, so he nodded immediately.

When Michael House saw the Chinese nodding, he smiled slightly on his face, and waved his hand and asked several people to come forward and surrounded the two of them and walked out the door.

Seeing this, Irina was about to rush forward, but unexpectedly, she was slashed on the neck by a bodyguard behind her and fell down. Then she was carried by a bodyguard and placed on the sofa in the lobby.

The few people were about to follow but were signaled by Zhang Zhenyi and they didn't move. They felt as if they were pierced by thousands of arrows. This was simply the bodyguard's biggest dereliction of duty. His employer was taken away, but he

Powerless situation.

The group came quickly and went quickly. But after a moment, there was no trace, leaving only a group of confused guests pointing fingers.

All police stations in the world seem to be equally efficient. Shortly after the group left, a loud sirens sounded loudly, and then a group of fully armed policemen rushed into the Hilton hotel, followed by a thirty-year-old in a suit.

The man walked in.

"I want to meet the manager of this hotel."

"Hello. I am, you can call me John!"

"Mr. John, I am Officer Andean Monte of the Los Angeles Police Department. We received a notice that there was a Chinese man here being held hostage. I would like to ask about people?"

Damn everyone came after they left, and they even asked me for help. They were such stupid guys, wasting taxpayers' money. John despised him fiercely in his heart.

"Andean Police Officer. I think those people have gone, but there are still some people here, and they are there, and I can ask them some questions, they seem to be the bodyguards of the Chinese."

John's words shocked Andes. When he came, the director only ordered him to arrest the person, Michael House, but no matter who was arresting the person, he must bring the Chinese back intact. Others can

Regardless, even Michael House is no exception.

This is the first time the director has let himself carry out a mission so seriously and snatch people out of Michael House. He was originally a little surprised that the identity of the Chinese was actually so important to the director. Now he heard that Chinese from John's mouth

There was more than one bodyguard, and I immediately understood.

It seems that the Chinese has an extraordinary identity.

"Thank you!"

At this moment, on a highway away from Los Angeles, a three-liang Lincoln car was racing away, and Zhang Zhenyi and Wang Chaojun were pointed at the two cars sitting separately at gunpoint.

Both of them were blindfolded, and the car stopped after about half an hour. Zhang Zhenyi felt that he had been pushed away for about ten minutes, and then he heard a loud noise that seemed to be the iron gate being pushed.

The sound of opening.

"Okay, get their eyes out and let go of their hands!"

A dazzling strong light suddenly shot in from outside, and Zhang Zhenyi's eyes were covered for nearly an hour. He suddenly felt a little difficult to adapt. After slowly passing by, he would not be a little better.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I and Wang Chaojun were actually pointed at by more than a dozen people with guns at me and were in a huge factory that might be a factory.

The noise of machines was filled with the ears. It seemed that it was indeed a factory, and it was a factory in work. This Michael House seemed not easy. If it was his own place, I'm afraid he would be really

Being in trouble.

Such a loud noise is probably not heard by just one shot. In comparison, the sound of this gun is much smaller than the roar of a machine.

"Hello, Chinese, welcome to my factory to visit!"

"Mr. Michael, just say whatever you want, we don't have time to talk to you here!"

Zhang Zhenyi didn't want to mess with this American. If he had any requests, everything would be easy to discuss. If the other party really wanted his life, he would be unable to escape. However, since this guy has worked so hard to do it.

It is probably not that simple to bring it here by yourself.

"Chinese people, this is not your territory, don't be so rude!"

"Pap!"

Zhang Zhen did not expect the other party to take action suddenly. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the slap would have fallen on his face. He swayed his slightly sour wrist and his sharp eyes fell on Michael House.

On the face.

"Mr. Michael, this is not a gentleman's approach."

"Hahaha, gentleman? I'm not a gentleman! Do you know Chinese Kung Fu? Good skills?"

Michael's face changed immediately after saying this, his expression was cold, and his eyes swept over the two of them like a knife.

"The Chinese talk to me about gentlemanship? Let me tell you, the mistakes you Chinese made ten years ago are irreparable. Linde did something wrong, so he could only let the House family punish him.

I can't care."

"Give me a beat first!"

A dozen people around rushed up immediately after hearing this. Zhang Zhenyi didn't expect that this guy would not play according to common sense. Fortunately, his hands were untied, and he grabbed the iron rod from one of the black men with his back hand and grabbed it. The Chaojun

They were also not weak. The two of them beat up all dozen people in just a few minutes, but they were not feeling well, after all, they were not professionally trained.

The Chaojun is better, Zhang Zhenyi felt that his body was so painful. It took so long since he had suffered such a loss. Since he had been following his bodyguards several times before, he fell into the American gun. (Unfinished

to be continued..)