More than an hour after Martin left the Queen’s Bar, the Hollywood Police Department officers arrived.
By this time, Martin and his party had already arrived at the downstairs of Chelsea’s apartment.
It’s already part of the slums of Los Angeles, and it’s very unsafe.
Even downstairs in the apartment, Wentworth saw a white man buying a DU from a black man with a black pistol in his waist.
After the group got out of the car, the black man suddenly became very vigilant, and after stuffing a small bag of things to the white man, he immediately waved him to get out.
He then put his hand on the handle of the gun and stared at Martin and his group.
When he saw Martin wearing a mask and sunglasses, the black DU dealer was stunned, not recognizing Martin, but seeing the Patek Philippe watch that Martin was wearing.
Rich!!!
The black man’s eyes lit up, and the fire of greed burned in his heart.
However, he did not rush forward, because this group of people are all tall and big, including Martin and Wentworth, who are tall and strong, and they are not easy to mess with at first glance.
When Martin and his party went upstairs, Gordon said, “We’re being targeted. ”
Martin laughed, shook the watch on his left wrist, and said, “It’s all that caused the trouble, that has a good eye!”
Wentworth was a little nervous, but more surprised by Martin’s ease.
But when I think of what Martin has done, it is not surprising that it is clear that this backer of mine is a bold master.
Go to the fourth floor, room 405, where the dancer named Chelsea lives.
Before he entered the door, he heard a burst of angry scolding and cries for help from inside.
“Damn bitch, you already owe me half a year’s rent, what’s wrong with letting me sleep, don’t think I don’t know what you do with this Bichi, everyone else can sleep, why can’t I sleep, if you don’t want to sleep on the street, don’t resist if you don’t want to sleep on the street…”
“Help, help, can anyone help me, help!”
The door is hidden.
A bodyguard opened the door and saw a fat black man on the sofa in the living room, pressing on a plump white woman, trying to commit violence.
“Who is it that you mom messed with Fak, this is my house, get out. ”
Martin ignored him and walked straight in.
The woman on the couch seemed to see hope and screamed, “Help me, help me, this bastard is going to rape me!”
The fat black man became more and more annoyed, got up from the woman, and walked towards Martin, “Who are you, this is my house, you guys get out of here-”
Before he could finish speaking, he reached out to point his hand at Martin, and Gordon grabbed it and then broke it.
“Ah, it’s broken, it’s broken, stop, stop!” the fat black man screamed.
Martin walked straight past him, picked up a chair, placed it in front of the sofa, and sat down.
“You’re Chelsea?”
“I, I am, who are you?”
After discovering that Martin and his party seemed to be more difficult to mess with than the black fat man, Chelsea became scared again, and kept wondering the identity of these people – whether they were the creditors who lent me money, or the benefactors who I stole the money from…
“You should know Charles Gagilot, the security guard at the Queen’s Bar?”
“Charles, wait, his business has nothing to do with me, I just slept with him a few times. Don’t look for me, go to him. ”
As soon as they heard that these people were coming for Charles, Chelsea immediately dissociated.
The fat black man who had been controlled by Gordon scolded, “Hey, I knew you were a bitch, that Charles can sleep, I can’t?!”
I don’t know if this product is not clear in my head, this is the case, and I still hate these things!
Chelsea ignored him and continued: ‘Really, I have nothing else to do with Charles, we don’t know each other. ”
“Don’t worry, we’re not here to trouble you, just a few questions. Do you know where Charles lives?”
“I don’t know. ”
Chelsea’s eyes shrank slightly, and he replied quickly.
Martin smiled slightly, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said lightly:
“Looks like we’re going to have to give you back to this fat black man!”
“No, don’t!”
Chelsea were in a hurry.
“Well, well, I’ll tell you, I know Charles’s address, I’ve been there. I have one condition, though. ”
Martin still said lightly, “What?”
“Can you help me get out of here and find me a new place to live?”
“That’s not a problem, you can pack up and leave with us now. ”
“No, this Bichi still owes me half a year’s rent!” the black fat man cried.
“How much is the rent for half a year?”
“Ten thousand dollars. The black fat man rolled his eyes and quoted a high price.
Then he saw the man who asked Chelsea and said to Chelsea, “Go clean up.” ”
Then he walked towards himself.
He suddenly felt a little weak, “You, what do you want to do?”
“Contract!”
“What contract?”
“Rental contract!”
“I won’t give it to you!”
“Gordon!”
“Ahh I’ll give me give, the contract is in the second drawer of the bedside table in my room, bedroom, loosen quickly, loosen quickly. ”
The black fat man was already on his knees.
“Room number, room key. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
“Room 401, Room 401, the door is unlocked!”
A moment later, a bodyguard came in with a contract, “BOSS, found it.” ”
Martin took the contract and glanced at it, and sneered, “4,900 US dollars, you want 10,000 from me?”
“It’s 4900, it’s 4900, I’m wrong!” the black fat man decided to relent.
Soon, Chelsea, who had packed his luggage, walked out of the room with Martin and his party, leaving only the fat black man crying inside.
Chelsea looked back in surprise and asked Martin: ‘Did you give him money?’
“Yes, I’m a law-abiding citizen, remember that you owe me $4,900. ”
Law-abiding citizens?
Chelsea glanced back at the fat black man and “cut” in his heart.
When the group came downstairs, they saw more than a dozen black men confronting the two bodyguards who had stayed downstairs and watched the car.
Four of the blacks were also wielding pistols.
Two of Martin’s bodyguards also pulled out their guns.
Wentworth, Miller and Chelsea both stopped, and in their normal belief – this should be done in a safe place to call the police.
Then the two of them were surprised to see Martin and the three bodyguards walking towards the group of black people.
“Is your friend crazy?”
Chelsea were shocked and told Wentworth Miller.
“Uh, that’s my boss!”
Wentworth Miller looked confused, wondering whether he should follow along, or should he stay here and wait to see what happened?
But soon, he made a decision.
Bet again!
So he gritted his teeth and quickly followed.
“Fake, aren’t these guys crazy!”
Chelsea hesitated for a moment, but followed suit, but at a slower pace, ready to run as soon as he saw that the situation was not right.
The four black men with guns were shouting, “Farke, we have four guns, you don’t get out of the way, we just need a car.” ”
The two bodyguards didn’t speak, just held their guns steadily.
By this time, Martin had already approached the group of blacks and had also attracted the attention of the gang.
“That’s him, he’s the rich white cub. One of the black men with a gun cried out excitedly.
(Brothers, please take care of it, evaluation, flowers, collections, and rewards are all here, thank you.) ）。
