Chapter 596 Don't Insult My Brother

At the same time, dilapidated Buicks were speeding down the streets of Los Angeles.

"Hey, don't speed. Do you know what American police officers do most aggressively? Catch speeding, because you can be fined. If you want to do big things, don't speed, don't attract attention."

Sinaloa was sitting in the passenger seat, gesticulating and nagging at the old black who was driving.

"Sorry, boss..."

The driver slowed down, "I was so excited just now, Ho! That's APLUS!"

"My brother, I told you a long time ago, do you believe me now?" Sinaloa said triumphantly, "You are from Los Angeles, and all the stars of the gangs in Los Angeles are not as popular as him."

"But he never said that he was a hell bobcat, and he even denied his relationship with GD."

An old gangster in the back seat complained.

"Hey! Don't say that about him!"

Sinaloa was upset, and beat his chest, "Brothers want to keep each other in mind, he respects me very much, didn't you see it just now? I can see him whenever I want, without saying anything! He also He was poor, and he was born on the street like us. Didn’t you watch his movies? He also started stealing cars. Lowry promised me through a lawyer’s message, and he will do the public affairs in the future, and come here as soon as he is released from prison.”

"Yeah! Man, maybe sometime, I can show my face in their MV too?"

The driver sang Song Ya's Beautiful Girls, "You'rewaytoobeautifulgirl, That'swhyit'llneverwork, You'...Wow, when the time comes, all those girls will pounce on me when they see me."

"Don't worry, I just said hello."

Sinaloa and others twisted in their seats and sang along, very excited.

"APLUS doesn't like little Lowry, Boss."

After singing the song, the guy in the back row said again: "Will they really reconcile? Little Lowry stole his lyrics and even dissed him in a song."

"M-Fxxk do you always have to say this in front of me? Huh!? You like to say this?"

Sinaloa suddenly changed his face and turned his head to look fiercely at the back row.

It was immediately quiet in the car.

"Sorry, Boss, I won't talk anymore." The subordinate confessed, lowering his head to avoid his gaze.

"So it's true that Little Lowry stole the lyrics?" the driver asked.

"Those are in the past, okay? This is in the past!"

Sinaloa let the man in the back seat go, and then yelled at the driver, "I heard them fight outside the door. Little Lowry did steal his lyrics, but Little Lowry is more of a gang bro than he is. , in short, neither of them is a bad person. OK!?"

"You just joined us, and you'll know after dealing with Little Lowry. He is very nice and has a way in Mexico."

The fourth person in the back row who has been silent all the time said to the driver: "APLUS is much worse in this regard. He is always surrounded by those bodyguards. We can only watch from a distance."

"Yeah, a lot of white guys, bulletproof vests, walkie-talkies..." the driver nodded, "As soon as my car stopped across the street, they surrounded me. I thought it was the FBI."

"Haha, you didn't get scared to pee, did you?" Sinaloa laughed.

"How is that possible!? But it's kind of...uh, kind of..." The driver felt that it was not good to admit this in the middle of the sentence, so he turned on the radio.

'Welcome, welcome Sugnett! ! '

A local radio DJ shouted from inside, 'Sug, I heard you made a funny comment about the East Coast recently? '

'Well, I've said too much to remember. ’ Suge Knight played dumb in front of the microphone, ‘Can you remind me? '

The DJ laughed badly for a while, 'It's about a certain East Coast rap label producer. '

'Yeah, I remembered, that person...hahahaha! '

Before they could say anything, a few people on the radio started to laugh again.

"WTF? What are they laughing at?" Sinaloa was puzzled, "Who is that person?"

"Sug Knight just dissed the east coast rap scene the other day.

"The driver from Los Angeles said: "It seems to be implying that Puff Daddy likes to appear in the MV of his singers. "

"Is there... is there anything wrong?" Sinaloa still didn't understand.

"I don't know." The driver shrugged.

'You know, a record label owner should just do his job, you understand? ’ Sugnett said: ‘Forcing singers to wear those disgusting mafia-style suits? Also... still wearing a white scarf, wearing an old-fashioned top hat and singing street hip-hop, hahahaha...'

He was out of breath laughing again.

"What's wrong with this man?" Sinaloa's breathing became a little short, "Can't he explain one thing completely?"

'That kind of matching is what he sells in trendy stores. ’ DJ arched the fire.

'right! Bring the goods, bring the kind of low-to-explosive goods...' Su Ge Knight said: 'Guess what? I feel like he wants to debut. '

‘He did have vocals on the albums of his own artists. ’ DJ agreed, ‘How do you feel? His East Coast heavyweight rookie Biggie. '

'Uh...not bad. '

'good? '

'Yay, Flow is top notch...'

It was quite a matter of fact, the two chatted for a while about the new album he plans to release next year, and Su Ge Knight interrupted and shouted from the air: 'Biggie, I admire you, really. If you don't like your record company boss to expose you in your songs and MVs, you can come to the West Coast, come to LA, there is me here, there is Death Row Records. '

"Won't this guy, M-Fxxk, speak clearly?" Sinaloa scratched his body, his seat unsteady.

"What's the matter with you, boss?" asked the younger brother in the back row.

"I hate this kind of guy who likes to say things that others don't understand, M-Fxxk who are you talking about!?" Sinaloa yelled into the radio.

"Puff Daddy, didn't I just say that?" The driver helped explain, "Biggie's boss is Puff Daddy."

"You obviously didn't say it just now!" Sinaloa yelled in his ear with his face twisted in anger.

"I said..."

"No! You didn't!" Sinaloa drew the pistol from his waist, pulled the slide and loaded it with a bang.

The driver leaned on the steering wheel and concentrated on looking at the road, with sweat on his forehead.

'After talking about the East Coast, do you have anything to say about the Midwest rap scene? Common just released a song that criticizes us metaphorically. ’ The radio conversation continued.

'I'll talk to his boss. ’ replied Sugenet.

'Whoa, now that guy is rich, billionaire, film company owner, Ho! ’ DJ sighed.

'guess what? I think he's a jerk... have you seen those sissy moves he does in the movies? '

Su Ge Knight began to say again, 'Common, if your boss has the guts, you should write the lyrics clearly, not through...jazz...rap. ’ He deliberately imitated Song Ya’s dancing to show the stutter in my life.

'Hahaha...' There was another burst of laughter on the radio.

"Who is he talking about this time?" Sinaloa asked.

No one dared to answer, he pressed the muzzle of the gun to the driver's temple.

"It's APLUS...he's talking about APLUS! Boss." The driver's crotch was really wet this time.

"Didn't you say that you are familiar with every corner of Los Angeles?" Sinaloa asked coldly.

"Yes! I... I drove a taxi in Los Angeles for two years!"

"Take me to this station, you know it?"

The driver immediately called to change the direction and change the destination.

Soon, the car slowly stopped at an old building facing the street with an antenna erected.

"Is this Compton?" The subordinates in the back row were a little uneasy, "This seems to be the territory of the Blood Gang."

"Whatever, I will kill the guy who insulted my brother on the radio." Sinaloa took out two UZIs from under the seat and began to check the magazine.

"Sugnett is the boss of the blood gang here!" The driver looked at the three who were fiddling with the equipment silently, and couldn't help but opened his mouth again.

This time Sinaloa ignored him, 'Thank you Su Gehe for coming to my show, the following is the commercial time! ’ The DJ’s hearty voice came from the radio.

About ten minutes later, some black men in red clothes appeared at the door of the building, hugged each other, and said goodbye.

"Which one is Su Genet?" Sinaloa rolled down the window.

"The tallest and strongest one." The driver pointed out.

"Then why are you still standing there!?"

The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly started, heading towards the group of people.

Da da da... da da da...

A few guns protruded from the right car window and swept at the group of people. Regardless of whether they were alive or dead, they all lay on the ground in a few seconds, and the Buick disappeared directly into the night of Los Angeles.

"Ho!"

After driving all the way to a remote road section that felt safe, the driver stopped the car, "I have to take it easy, I have to take it easy, this time we're going to have fun, really..."

'boom! ’ There was another gunshot, and the fire in the carriage flickered and went out.

A person got down from the back row, opened the driver's door, dragged a corpse and discarded it on the side of the road, then got in by himself, and restarted the car.