Soon, Qi Yu and more than thirty fans saw the appearance of the minibus outside the hotel's back door.

But beside the minibus, there were four bodyguards in black wearing sunglasses, all with cold expressions, just like the characters in the movie.

Everyone saw that the minibus was not like walking in the normal state, but more like being pushed and pushed by two of the black bodyguards.

The more than thirty fans present were not fools. Everyone was an adult with a certain social experience, and naturally understood what was happening.

"Xiete! Is this my lady a fancy lady in Los Angeles?" Said a fan from New Orleans.

"However, looking at her, it seems like Smida was taken away by force." Another Korean fan continued.

"Dare to bully my minibus? Brothers, come on!" Uncle Fat, as the default leader of the fan team, waved his hand and ran with more than thirty fans behind him.

Uncle Fat hurried to the minibus and wanted to ask if the minibus was okay, if they needed help, he was stopped by two black bodyguards.

"Hey ..." Uncle Fat was about to speak, but was interrupted by a black bodyguard.

"Get off!" Black, the black bodyguard boss, snapped at once, speaking rudely.

"What do you say, you kind of say it again ..." However, the uncle Fat said more and more, the voice became weaker and weaker.

Because of this Black in front of him, at this time, he just opened the corner of his clothes, exposing a black pistol inserted into his waist, and also put his hand on the handle of the gun. He was about to pull out the pistol at any time.

After all, Uncle Fat is a Chinese of Chinese nationality. Under the strict firearms control environment of China, in fact, he has never touched a real gun. Now I see that the bodyguard in black actually has a gun, and he has to pull the gun at any time. Uncle Fat was a little bit persuaded, and his heart was severely low. Although he still had more than 30 fan teammates behind him, he was still very flustered.

Because as long as the opponent really fired a shot, let alone mention that the opponent chooses headshots, even if only a shot at his legs and feet, then he will become a **** in the second half of his life!

Many fans behind Uncle Fat observed that Black wanted to draw a gun, and couldn't help getting nervous.

"Why don't you talk?" Black mocked, with a look of contempt. "We are serving the respect of Mr. Smith. In this huge city of Los Angeles, Mr. Smith is the king of the underground world, just like New York City once did. That King is the same. I ’m not afraid to tell you, even if I shot you here today, under the aegis of Mr. Smith, I will be at ease in the end! If you are acquainted, take your poor insects with you ,disappear as far as you can!"

Most of the more than thirty fans are Chinese fans who came to China to support. Basically, this is the first time to come to this Los Angeles city in the United States. It is not clear who Black said in his mouth as "Mr. Smith".

So someone whispered, "Who is Mr. Smith he is talking about, is he a very powerful person?"

Hearing that one of the Los Angeles native men of glasses responded, and everyone else came together curiously to listen: "Mr. Smith is the president of a billion-dollar large group in Los Angeles. The boss behind the gangster demon gang, there are hundreds of pure thugs just under his hand. In this city, even the mayor saw Mr. Smith and had to give him three points, like other prosecutors Officials, directors, inspectors and other officials must give him at least seven points of face. "

After listening to the explanation of this Los Angeles native fan, everyone couldn't help but take a breath. How can they stand up to such a big man, it's horrible!

Uncle Fat, the number one **** fan, has shaken his heart to maintain the minibus. His Chinese teacher has educated him before, and he can chase stars, but there must be a limit. For example, you must not take your own life. Go in.

When Uncle Fat was hesitant to lead the fan support group to retreat, Qi Yu came over at this time, which was a good step for the uncle Fat in a confused state.

"Uncle, forget it." Qi Yu stepped forward and pulled Uncle Fat back. "I know a very good friend and he will help solve this matter. As for us, leave it alone and believe me , The minibus will be fine. "

"Really ... really?" With such a step, Uncle Fat returned with half a push and a half. It's not that he doesn't want to help the minibus. The key is that the other four have guns. Besides, there is a backstage of a real big man behind them. There is really nothing they can do!

However, ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After hearing Qi Yu's words, Blake couldn't help laughing and said to the other three black bodyguards: "Giggle, this yellow-skinned monkey is really interesting, he Say he has a very good friend who can solve this matter, and who can move our great Mr. Smith, can't find a few in the big city of Los Angeles? "

"Maybe this yellow-skinned monkey is the illegitimate child of the mayor or state legislator who secretly gave birth to a yellow woman?" Another bodyguard in black followed with a mockery.

"Hahaha, just like the silly fork he was wearing, the front of his clothes was still a woman's headshot, how could it be the illegitimate child of the mayor or the state legislature. Silly goods like him, our demon gang does not know how much to kill each year That's it. "Another black bodyguard scorned.

At this time, even Di Minibus couldn't stand it. She interrupted the mockery of these bodyguards in black. Fans such as Zhiyu and Uncle Fat said: "Thank you very much for your support. I will just be with one later. It ’s only for the big ones to eat a meal. Do n’t worry, you can rest assured. ”

Speaking of this, Di Minibus smiled: "Tonight at seven o'clock, Los Angeles North District Sports Center, we are here to stay!"

After that, she would cooperate with the bodyguards to get in the car. She did this because these malicious bodyguards would no longer embarrass the fans.

To this day, she can only pray, and the next thing is really just to accompany a meal, rather than something excessive. But when she thinks that she is just a female artist without power and power, she cannot help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Compared with such a real big man in Los Angeles, it is difficult for her Destiny's throat.

Unless, a miracle happens ...

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