Chapter 982 Fucked up Papo

Los Angeles International Airport.

"Paul, haha..." Papo couldn't believe it when he saw Paul in a white suit, Italian custom-made crocodile leather shoes, and holding a cane inlaid with a gold dragon head.

Look at the neckline of his suit, and there is a silk handkerchief tucked in.

Oh... buy... Karma's...

This is really unbelievable, is it really Paul the Viper who is walking towards him now?

"Papo..." After a warm hug, Paul asked about his recent situation: "It seems that you are doing well, how is your business?"

"Yes, the business is really good, but it's all dirty things... look at you." Papo said jokingly.

"Do you like it? I can give you a lot." Paul grabbed the corner of the coat, pulled it away, and turned around.

"Not yet." The two said as they got into the car and drove towards the hotel.

"Go to the intersection of 10th and 37th streets first, I want to see those dirty businesses." Paul's smile was a bit sarcastic, which made Papo feel a little uncomfortable.

Soon the car stopped in an old housing area, a three-story old building with peeling paint, the ground was full of garbage and used small umbrellas, and there was a lingering smell that couldn't go away.

The numbers 336 are sprayed on the iron door, which is the only one that looks clean here.

The 'Rambo' next to Paul knocks on the door, looking like an emotionless robot, ruthless.

Papo was very envious of the people around him. He had seen these people do it with his own eyes. To them, killing people was no different from swatling a fly.

The door was opened from the inside, and a mountain of meat that was big enough to block the entire door blocked the way in.

"It's me, Pabo." The other party saw Pabo behind him, and moved away indifferently.

The room was a sort of miniature set, with a busy crew, naked women, and men with Indian bull-horned helmets of courage and strength.

"Hi, Papo..."

"Pappa, are you okay?"

"Boss, it's Jean Harlow playing now, do you want to have a shot?"

The sounds of commotion were everywhere, and almost everyone was greeting Papo like a popular heartthrob.

"How much can you shoot here every day?" Paul doesn't care how he handles the business, he only cares about how much he can earn.

"One, at least..." Papo was proud of it.

He has the best crew in America, the best cast and crew, and the movies that come out here always fill up the midnight theaters.

"Hey JJ, you can't do this." Popo's triumph was interrupted by a sudden noise, a black man in the corner was arguing with the director.

"What's going on here?" Given Paul's presence, Papo himself stepped forward to end the feud, whatever it might have been.

"Pippo, he wants to increase the money temporarily..." the director pointed to the black man named 'JJ' and said.

"Who is he?" Papo couldn't figure out who this upstart guy was.

And what is he wearing, a Rolex?

"JJ, there are my girls in this scene, they are my sweet babies." The black man put on a foolish look, leaning on his crutch like a fire stick used to stab the fireplace, and walked forward Close to Pabo, his eyes were full of confidence.

As if doing so made him feel like a man, fearless.

"His girl?" Papo turned to look at the director, he thought there were 'professional' actors here.

"JJ is a pimp, and her girl works here." Seeing Du Pabo's unbelievable expression, the director spread his hands and said indifferently: "Anyway, I always have to pay."

yes,

You always have to give money, and it doesn't matter who you give it to, as long as it can be photographed.

"My time is very precious, 100 yuan, otherwise I will take her out of here and do what she should do."

JJ used to have a regular customer who was willing to bid 80 yuan, and the lion opened his mouth to ask for 100 yuan for this film. He was not worried about being rejected at all.

This kind of thing has happened many times, and the other party will compromise every time, whoever makes his girl can make people burn.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and JJ fell down, and screams came from the scene immediately, and everyone was terrified by this sudden scene.

Paul was smoking a cigar, watching the nigger who fell to the ground twitching, still cursing 'fk', frowned and pulled the trigger.

bang, bang...

Blowing into the smoking muzzle, Paul looked at Papo sneeringly and said, "Is this your way, being threatened by a pimp?"

"Oh, God, you just killed him, who are you?" The director yelled in disbelief.

"Shut up." Papo growled angrily with his hands on his hips.

His face was completely humiliated, and now he should think about how to deal with these troubles so that the film can be completed smoothly.

If this kind of incident happened, and it was impossible to ensure the production of today's film and earn the money it should have received, Paul would definitely be even angrier.

"Hey, I didn't kill anyone." Paul laughed when he heard the director's accusation, and threw his hands and feet to the bodyguards behind him.

The other party took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, calmly and carefully wiped any place on the whole gun that might leave fingerprints, just so quietly...

"Look, he did it, you can call 911 if you want..." After Paul finished speaking, the bodyguard, who had already cleaned the gun, gripped the handle of the gun with his own hand, raised his arm and aimed straight at the director forehead.

"Paul, Paul, he is our man, I promise there will be no trouble." Pabo raised his hands to block the director, and at the same time signaled him to get out of here.

Fk, these bastards who only know how to get him into trouble.

"Papo, I asked you to watch the trouble, but I never said I could only use your eyes." Paul shook his head in disappointment.

"Paul, I..." Papo wanted to explain something, but didn't know what to say.

"What are you still looking at, continue what you did before, let's do it!" Paul said loudly, and left impatiently after finishing.

"Paul...Paul..." Papo wanted to stop him, but all he got was an indifferent back, 'fk, fk, fk...'

"Tommy, I want you to find out who's standing behind these guys." Walking out of the room full of disgusting smells, Paul finally looked better.

"And then?" Tommy said quietly.

"Do as you want, let them know whose territory this place belongs to..." Paul's expression became angry.

Throwing away the cigar with a wave of his hand, he growled, "I shouldn't have left all of this to a mentally retarded idiot."

"Let Papo give me a list of men, it seems that I want to pick a strong cowboy." Paul decided to find someone to manage the business in Los Angeles.

Pabo is a good deputy and loyal enough, but from the current point of view, he is not someone who can be alone.

Maybe, it's better to let him return to his side and be a loyal and useful subordinate than screw everything up.