Great Single Player of the Heavens

On the way to escape, all the way was unimpeded.

No cops, no IAA agents, just traffic in Los Santos.

When the car drove out of the cypress plain, Lao Cui, who was sitting in the back seat, immediately spoke

"Fucking good job!"

"Yes, at least you don't have to deal with a large number of notes..."

Speaking of this, everyone thought of the alarm device again, and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

If Lu Qi hadn't thought out the countermeasures in advance, they might still be surrounded by the large number of cops attracted by the alarm in that industrial area.

Where can I evacuate the scene leisurely like now?

All this is due to Lu Qi.

Old Cui, who has always been straightforward, put his arms around Lu Qi's shoulders, and said carelessly:

"Alex, as the president of Trevor Phillips Industries, I invite you to come to my company now. As for the position..."

"How about you as the vice president and head of security?"

Through the pig's head mask, Lu Qi could smell the strange smell of gasoline and alcohol mixed on Old Cui's body.

Thinking of Old Cui's hobby of eating all men and women, Lu Qi couldn't help but feel a chill, and calmly took away Old Cui's arm, and said lightly:

"I already have a job, but thank you very much, Trevor."

"Damn it! Isn't the vice president enough? You fucking want to take my place? Don't even think about it!"

Before Lu Qi could speak, Michael, who was sitting in the co-pilot, helped him out and said:

"Old Cui, Alex is now the boss of a company just like you, so there's no reason for the boss not to work for you..."

Hearing this, Trevor stared at those copper bell-like eyes, and then asked:

"Oh?! Is it true? What kind of company did you start? A sex toy production company?"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and Lu Qi didn't intend to hide it, and explained directly:

"That's not true. It's a private security consulting company, mainly dealing with customers who need to deal with trouble."

As soon as the words fell, Franklin, who was driving, took over and continued:

"Yo man, Alex is a big guy in Vinewood now, he's dealing with stars, directors, producers..."

"Huh? What do you know? Black boy?"

"Hey, I'm now the partner and vice president of the company."

"? Is it the name of your company? It sounds like a shitty name that some sissy suddenly came up with."

Hearing this, Lu Qi and Xiao Fu said in unison:

"FXXK YOU!"

"Hahaha, another day, our two companies can do something to make money together, how about it?"

Glancing at the enthusiastic old Cui, Lu Qi had an idea, and said deliberately: "As long as I don't mess with Merryweather, or washing powder or something, I'm fine."

Hearing that, Lao Cui, who had been making washing powder, was suddenly speechless.

"Uh…"

While everyone was talking and laughing, the car unknowingly returned to the supply station.

Throw the coveralls and mask in the trunk,

Michael, who got out of the car alone, held a file bag and said to the three people in the car:

"Take care of the things without leaving any traces. I'll take them to the people in Hines. I'll let you guys know the results."

"No problem, buddy."

Watching the black muscle car go away, Michael got into the car he came in and sped away towards Tongwa Mountain in the east of Los Santos...

. . .

Half an hour later, Michael came to a heavily guarded mansion with a large area.

Blocked by an iron fence door, Michael picked up the bulging file bag, and raised it to the guard behind the door, indicating his intention:

"This is a package for Devan Weston."

After communicating through the headset and asking the head for instructions, the guard opened the iron door and let Michael walk in.

Under the "escort" of two guards in black suits, Michel met Hines' rich friend and billionaire again - Devan Weston!

Devan Weston, who was sitting on the hood of the sports car, held a mobile phone in his hand, immersed in the game, and seemed completely oblivious to Michael's arrival.

"Right, that is it!"

"I don't give a shit!"

"Bang! Goodbye, punk!"

After finishing the game, Defan looked up at Michel in front of him. While stretching out his hand and clenched his fist, as if he wanted to touch Michel, he introduced himself:

"Devan Weston."

However, Michel just ignored it, as he had just done.

"Yes, I know you, Hines' friend..."

As soon as the words fell, he threw away the document bag in his hand, and Michel turned around, ready to leave.

Seeing this, one of the two guards on the side immediately bent down to pick up something, and the other blocked Michael's way.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, it's not over yet, I have an errand for you, brother..."

Devan sitting on the hood, like a medieval lord, is giving orders to his subordinates:

"Five top-of-the-line cars! Great deal! Big bang for the buck, bro."

However, Michael was obviously not interested in his proposal, and just perfunctorily said: "Sounds good, I have someone I know who can help you, and I will contact you."

Similarly, Defan was not too satisfied with Michael's answer:

"No~no~ I don't want anyone else, I want you and your team!"

Being ordered around by FIB, Michael, who had been holding back a fire in his heart, exploded immediately after being teased by Defan.

Seeing him with a serious expression, he approached Defan and said in a deep voice:

"Listen, I'm not fucking interested in what you want, softfoot. I'll let my friends know you're interested in it."

"So I misread you."

Hearing this, Michael, who had just turned around, was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Oh, what's wrong? Tell me."

At this time, Defan finally got up from the hood of the sports car, spread his hands, and said to Michael in a persuasive way:

"Do you like American football? I've invested in a little bit of business in the sports industry."

"You like stocks? I have some funds that I can manage for you."

"Come on, make your terms, man!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Lao Mai responded casually in order to get rid of this annoying guy as soon as possible: "I just like to sit on the sofa and watch old movies."

"That's it!"

Thinking that he finally found Michael's price, Defan raised his index finger and said confidently:

"How about if I help you contact Solomon Richard?"

Hearing this, Michel was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help saying:

"Solomon Richard? The film producer?"

"That's right, he's going to retire, and I'll help his studio with financial management and stuff. I'll help you get in touch, as long as you're willing to help me get a car back, what do you think of this deal?"

"Sounds very, very tempting."

Listening to Michael's words, Defan thought the deal was a sure thing, so he smiled.

Unexpectedly, Michel's next words were actually:

"But, I refuse!"

"what?!"

Seeing Defan's frozen smile, Michael raised the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully:

"In this world, you are not the only one who knows Solomon Richard..."

Leaving such a sentence behind, Michel turned around without hesitation and left!

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