Great Single Player of the Heavens

After the death of his mother, Franklin has been living in the house of his aunt.

I didn't think much of it when I was young, but as I got older, his aunt hated him less and less.

On the one hand, he said he was worthless and went out all day, on the other hand, he felt that he was such a big man, he should move out and try to be independent.

Over time, Franklin also wanted to escape from that home, from the gang-infested area of ​​Chamberlain Hill.

Ever since he met Franklin, almost every time the two drank together, Xiao Fu would talk about what his fat and ugly aunt did to make him very upset today.

During the words, he was very envious of Lu Qi's celibate life.

From time to time, he also expresses to Lu Qi that when he earns money, he will move out immediately and live alone.

Since Xiaofu wanted to live alone so much, Lu Qi felt that of course he had to fulfill his wish.

Coincidentally, after he moved to Vinewood Hills, the apartment was unoccupied, so he could let this buddy go to the top.

At most, he won't be charged rent...

Although I don't know why Lu Qi asked this suddenly, Franklin's answer was blurted out:

"Of course I fucking want to move out! I've had enough of that, calling a group of middle-aged fat-ass old women at home every day, doing shitty activities to reshape femininity, and making the whole family have no peace... "

Hearing that Xiao Fu was about to spit out another wave of bitterness, Lu Qi hurriedly stopped him, "Okay, okay, stop first, listen to me."

"I'm planning to move, but the lease term of the apartment has not yet expired, so, do you want to move to live with me?"

"Moving? Where are you?"

Hearing Franklin's question, Lu Qi didn't hide anything, and said directly:

"It's like this... I helped Lester do some private affairs. As a reward, he gave me a vacant house in Vinewood, so it can be regarded as looking after his house..."

Of course, Lu Qi didn't say anything about the assassination and the stock.

It's not that Franklin can't be trusted, but the more people know about this kind of thing, the easier it is to leak it.

Franklin didn't care about these details either. Because, his focus is all in other places.

He picked up the beer, took a big gulp, and said:

"Hey! Is Lester so rich?! I thought he was just a weird computer guy, but I didn't expect..."

"Speaking of which, a house in Vinewood would cost at least a million dollars..."

When it came to money, Franklin seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and his tone was full of envy and longing.

Perhaps because he came out of society to work hard and went to prison since he was a child, Franklin's desire for money is undoubtedly revealed.

However, he didn't specifically hide his willingness to do anything for the sake of making money...

Hearing this, Lu Qi couldn't help shrugging, "Who knows, I'm just a housekeeper."

"You said, if I continue to work for him, will I have a chance to live in the big villa in Vinewood?"

"Um?"

After listening to Franklin's explanation, Lu Qi realized that Mike not only asked Lester to arrange money-making errands for him, but also arranged jobs for Franklin.

However, Lu Qi got a more difficult assassination mission, while Franklin got another job with less risk.

It was a job that could give full play to his personal strengths.

In Franklin's words, it is to drive some luxury cars to the destination and hand them over to the customers.

The nature of the job was not much different from his last job recycling vehicles. It's just that the money earned from each order is much more.

Judging from Franklin's tone, he is quite satisfied with this new job...

Picking up the beer and taking a sip, Lu Qi looked at Franklin again, and asked, returning to the topic:

"Then what do you say? Do you want to move there?"

For this,

Franklin's answer is:

"certainly!"

"I'll move there tomorrow, and I don't have much luggage anyway."

After all, he clenched his fist and patted his chest, pointed at Lu Qi, and thanked:

"Thanks, brother, you helped me a lot."

After waving his hands, Lu Qi responded casually, "It's fine, as long as you don't dislike it."

"By the way, where is your new home address? I'll go there another day to play. How about the mansion in Vinewood..."

"Okay, the address is..."

After drinking a few rounds with Xiaofu at the Vanilla Unicorn Club and watching two striptease shows, Lu Qi left first.

Back in the apartment, he first put the three pistol magazines and the Colt M2000 in the water tank into the item space.

Then, call the moving company and ask them to send someone.

In fact, his luggage is not much.

The main thing is the tailor-made wooden dummy, which requires a little effort.

The moving company was very efficient. Just two hours later, Lu Qi was sitting in his new home in Vinewood, drinking iced whiskey and watching the beautiful sunset.

Holding the wine glass, Lu Qi went to the balcony on the first floor, leaning his hands on the guardrail, looking at the orange city in front of him, he couldn't help sighing:

"Tsk tsk tsk, the life of capitalism is really depraved..."

After finishing speaking, he took a sip of whiskey, narrowed his eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a look of great enjoyment:

"However, I like it!"

. . . . . .

in a few days.

Downtown, the square between the FIB building and the IAA building.

Introduced by his old friend FIB agent Dave Norton, Michael met the top FIB figure, Steve Hines.

Out of anger and displeasure at being forced to do dirty work by the FIB, the first meeting between Michael and Hines was not friendly.

However, people under the eaves, how can they not bow their heads.

Under the threat of the other party, Michael once again accepted the task entrusted to him by the FIB-rescue Mr. K in the IAA headquarters!

Leaving the square, Michael and Dave Norton walked towards the car.

"The FIB has a lot in East Los Santos, the Convington supply depot, and a little bit over in Basket Hills. You know the place?"

"Of course. It sounds like a remote place, a place where people can conduct covert operations, doesn't it?"

Not paying attention to the sarcasm in Michael's words, Dave opened the co-pilot's door and sat in.

"I want you to make a few phone calls and call some people over. The first is Alex Mars (Lu Qi's name)..."

Hearing this, Michel, who had just fastened his seat belt, was slightly startled, and asked in surprise:

"Hey, I don't know this guy well, I just chatted with him at the bar..."

Dave ignored Michael's justification, but said lightly:

"Just call. Otherwise, I will ask someone to pick him up. By the way, the pick-up I said won't be so friendly..."

"All right…"

Soon, the phone was connected, and Lu Qi's voice sounded on the other side:

"Mike, it's me."

"Hey, remember that thing we talked about earlier? Now it's going to happen, and I need you to go to the supply depot in Blue Hill, near where we last met."

"..."

Lu Qi on the other side of the phone was silent for a while before replying:

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Just after hanging up the phone, Michel heard Dave say again:

"Next, Franklin Clinton..."

When the car drove past Garden Bank, Dave seemed to remember something, glanced at Michel who was driving, and then said:

"By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that we need a helicopter pilot for this operation, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Michel, who was driving the car, slammed on the brakes while holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands!

The tires that braked suddenly drew two eye-catching marks on the ground.

After stopping the car, Michel had a gloomy face, turned his head to stare at the co-pilot Dave Norton, and said solemnly:

"Old Dai, don't tell me the fuck, the person you mentioned is the same person as the person I'm thinking of right now."

"I'm sorry, that's the one you thought of..."

Hearing this, Michel seemed to have thought of something bad, frowned, slammed the steering wheel, and cursed loudly:

"FXXK!!!"