nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 213 The thugs in suits
Tao Xi was completely unaware of what happened in Hong Kong but spent a happy weekend with Monica Bellucci.

The rosy-faced Monica lay delicately in Tao Xi's arms: "I don't want to be filming anymore!"

"what's wrong?"

Monica Lai faltered in Tao Xi's arms and said the matter.

Tausi probably summed up that it is really too troublesome to make a movie in Italy.

In fact, due to historical reasons, the large Italian film studios are basically state-owned.

As a self-owned capital, Neil Auto Cinemas went to Italy to make movies, but there are actually many constraints.

Even if you have the money, it's not easy to be there, and your crew has to deal with endless scrutiny every day.

If it weren't for Sicily, this movie echoes the national conditions of Italy, maybe you won't be allowed to invest in it!

There is no good way for Tao Xi to do this: "If you can't do it, you can take a break. You can see what good scripts Peter has, and you can try it."

When Monica Bellucci heard Tao Xi say this, her eyes lit up.

The emperor of Italy is far away, and she has no chance to do anything she wants, but if she can stay in the United States, then there are many things she can do.

But she heard that her best friend has been a lot of monsters recently!

But Tao Xi, a soft-eared guy, still satisfied her. If she continued to stay in Italy, she might be forgotten!
"Okay, then you can rest first, I guess I'm going to Egypt."

Tao Xi stood up from the bed and was wearing his clothes when he suddenly felt someone hugging him gently from behind.

"Don't go~"

"Stay with me, okay~"

The soft and cute voice behind her almost made Tao Xi give up her plan to go to Egypt today.

There is no light in the dark hut.

Javier groped in the dark to find the rope to turn on the light.

"click"

There is only a bed and a sofa with holes in the small room of less than 20 square meters.

He first turned on the light bulb, then moved the sofa away, and took out a suit wrapped in plastic film from the hole in the wall behind the sofa.

"Oh! I got this suit for $40, hope you can make a difference today!"

Javier Lauder seriously brought a basin of water, wiped his whole body clean, and then put on his suit like a "pilgrimage".

Walking out of the dilapidated hut, Javier Lauder did not see the sun as usual.

The surrounding densely packed small houses are scattered on a hillside. Some houses have a clothes-drying pole on them, and some houses don't even have windows, just a stick of rags.

Javier Lauder earnestly dodges the sewage and stains that drip from the surrounding houses.

Walked for about 20 minutes.

Havel finally walked out of Cairo's largest slum.

"Oh shit! Let me see if this is the oil rat I used to know!"

"Hahaha, a successful man in a suit and leather shoes appeared here!"

"I advise you to take all your dirty hands away from me!"

Frowning Javier restrained himself very much.

He didn't rashly attack a few gangsters who were often active near the slums recently, but just stood there straight.

But just after Javier finished his sentence, the people around seemed to go too far, and some even pinched their nostrils and wiped his clothes.

Just when the man was about to succeed, Javier kicked the man's jaw and dislocated it with a high kick.

When the rest of the people saw this and were about to make a move, a man sitting on the motorcycle who hadn't moved for a long time shouted: "Okay!"

"Duma! As I said, I can pay you back after this week!"

The man Javier called Dumas had a bald head, and Dumas was covered in tattoos from neck to back.

Duma didn't reply when he heard Javier's words, but said slowly after walking around him: "Today is the last day of this week! If it's past 12 o'clock tonight, I didn't see For my money, I'll put you in the oil pipeline of the Suez Canal!"

Javier, who is a "gas nerd", of course knows this punishment.

But he just nodded and left here pretending to be chic.

"Boss! Javier is the best gas nerd we have in this slum. If he can really pay back the money today, what shall we do next?"

Duma snorted coldly: "Also? It seems that Javier still doesn't know much about the slums!"

Javier, who walked out of the slum, looked up at the sun in the sky: "It's 7 o'clock! That American customer seems to be on a plane at 9 o'clock!"

Calculating the time, Javier felt that there was not enough time. He raised his hand and stopped a "motorcycle" that had recently become popular in Egypt, and got on it.

“Cairo International Airport!”

The driver of the motorcycle took a look at Javier, then turned the accelerator to the bottom and set off towards the airport.

When Javier arrived at the airport, he sniffed the smell of diesel at the airport like a conditioned reflex.

"Oil from the Middle East, um! When did Cairo Airport start using illegally mined oil!"

Javier rubbed his nose vigorously and walked towards the exit of the airport.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but Javier waited until 12:[-] noon without waiting for his customers.

In order to prevent accidents, Javier also deliberately took out the photo of the "employer" from the lining of the suit.

The half-length photo of Tao Xi appeared in Javier's hands: "Hiss! It's impossible to go wrong, there are very few yellow-skinned people in Egypt!"

But Javier, who was standing there, went around for a long time and didn't see his "employer"!
Javier, who walked to a public telephone booth, bit his back molars and put the only 4 Egyptian pounds left in his pocket on the table.

"Hey! Curry, why hasn't the employer you introduced to me arrived yet?"

"Oh! Damn, Curry, believe it or not I threw your head into the Nile to feed the sharks!"

"Then what time will he arrive today!"

Hearing the answer on the phone, Javier slammed his hand on the wall viciously: "Curry! I owe Duma money, and today is the last repayment day. You want to see my dead body on the city gate tower ?"

After Javier hung up the phone, he kicked hard on the wall of this general phone booth!

Seeing Javier's angry appearance, the phone booth owner shrank his neck and watched him leave the airport instead of going forward to stop him.

Javier kept saying all kinds of profanity all the way out of the airport.

But just when Javier was about to leave the airport, he saw a familiar face at the only entrance and exit of the airport!
"Duma!"

"Damn!"

Javier, who saw Duma, immediately took back his half foot and quickly found a place to hide it.

Prince couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw Tao Xi leaning against the wall with one hand on his hip.

"Hey!"

"We made an appointment to leave this morning!"

"Why did you go out at night!"

Tao Xi waved his hand weakly and got on his private jet first and replied, "Oh, I have something to do today."

"Who doesn't know that you live in your brother's house today!"

"Who doesn't know that Xiaomi from Italy is coming to America!"

Prince whispered something behind Tao Xi's ass.

"What do you say?"

"It's okay, I mean our informants in Cairo are waiting anxiously."

"Oh, let him wait!"

As soon as Tao Xi got on the plane, he slumped on the sofa and drank the wolfberry tea in his hand weakly.

Seeing Tao Xi's appearance, Prince immediately became anxious: "Oil! Oil! Oil! A whole 41 tankers are waiting for you to clear the relationship!"

Tao Xi slumped on the sofa and waved his hands weakly.

It's not that he is too incompetent!

It's because Monica is too clingy, the original one hour of tenderness has been tossed all afternoon, the little girl is fine at night!

After dinner, I directly asked a few girlfriends to go to New York.

There is no plowed land but exhausted cattle.

Seeing that Tao Xi didn't respond, Prince took out a document from his schoolbag and put it on the table.

But Tao Xi was stunned when he saw Prince's schoolbag: "You are so old, how can you carry a schoolbag?"

"Oh, leave me alone! I'm willing to, you look at the contract, the dredging contract for the Suez Canal!"

Tao Xi didn't even read the contract, so he snatched the green schoolbag from Prince's back: "Who gave you a schoolbag! It's like a green turtle shell!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me about your plan!"

With a blushing face, Prince snatched back the green schoolbag in Tao Xi's hand.

"Sigh~"

"You kid is dishonest!"

"Didn't you be with the little princess of the Rifle Association not long ago?"

Prince felt uncomfortable when he heard Tao Xi's words: "You don't care about me! Tell me your plan!"

When Tao Xi heard this, it was obvious that there was a story in the middle!
But Prince's face was full of rejection and desire to express, and Tao Xi didn't say anything when he saw this.

"Come on!"

"Easy plan! I have a friend far away in the Caribbean!"

When Prince heard Tao Xi's words, he thought about it seriously. He seemed to have seen in the CIA's internal files that Tao Xi had a close-knit fleet in the Caribbean Sea.

But since the Panama Canal incident, that fleet seems to have disappeared, and has never appeared near the Caribbean Sea again.

"Your fleet has never appeared again!"

"I don't know exactly where I went, but I can get in touch, but I need to know where the oil depot is first!"

Tao Xi lay on the sofa enjoying the flight attendant's massage with a relaxed face, but Prince, who was opposite, believed in Tao Xi's words.

Havel was blocked by several Duma's men in the bathroom of the airport hall.

Originally, a few passengers wanted to enter the bathroom at the airport, but they were blocked by two flesh-faced men.

Even the security guards at the airport stood far away watching the bustle and did not dare to approach. The huge airport hall was occupied by Duma's crowd.

"Duma!"

"He's the one Curry wanted by name!"

A man dressed in rags stood outside the encirclement of Duma's subordinates, jumping and shouting towards the airport bathroom.

Although several Duma's subordinates hated this man very much, no one went up to drive him away.

Duma, who was shirtless, walked out of the bathroom with a bloody baseball bat on his face.

Although the man in tattered clothes was frightened, he still poked his neck and said to Duma: "Curry called him by name! Duma, don't think that you have occupied the oil depot market in Cairo, so you don't have to release Curry. In the eyes!"

When Duma heard the name "Curry", his eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkled.

But Javier's roar came from the bathroom: "Duma! If you dare to do something to my sister! I want your life!"

"Oh, did you see that, he was the one who provoked me first!"

Duma touched his nose with a ferocious face, then turned around and walked into the airport bathroom with the baseball bat in his hand.

The ragged man became anxious the moment he heard Javier yelling in the bathroom.

He first turned his head and looked at the clock in the airport lobby. It was less than 10 minutes before their "guest" plane landed.

But without what Javier said just now, maybe he could rely on Curry to procrastinate for a while in the name of "smuggling tycoon" in Cairo.

"Hey! Go see if the flight of the American big shot has landed?"

As the man spoke, several people dressed similarly to him started walking towards the airport apron.

The original tiled bathroom was splattered with blood.

Javier was hung by a hemp rope directly below the fan, and Duma beat him constantly with a baseball bat in his hand.

"Heh, I have to sell your sister's sick child to South Africa!"

Havel, who had been silent for a long time, struggled to raise his head and stared at Duma.

"Ah!"

"You still want to get rid of me, Duma? Start your own business?"

"Don't you look at who is controlling the underground oil market in Cairo?"

"You don't even ask, who is in charge of Cairo?"

Duma was waving the baseball bat in his hand while speaking, but the baseball bat behind Duma started to hit Javier's thigh, which seemed to be crippling Javier's thigh.

"Heh! Let me see who is so crazy! You are the only one who has the final say on Cairo?"

Duma turned his head dissatisfied when he heard the words behind him.

There were wailing sounds from the airport hall outside.

Wu Yang and Wu Yang rushed in from outside the bathroom in suits, and Duma was stunned when he saw the situation around him.

Before Duma could speak, the younger brothers who had surrounded him just now were subdued by the thugs in suits.

"who are you!"

"Shut up!" A white man directly took out a pistol from his arms and shot Duma's thigh.

Duma was so hurt by the severe pain from his leg that he wailed in an instant!
Duma was about to speak harshly, but his temples were pressed against his temples by four cold pistols.

After Duma was subdued, the group of thugs in suits in front of him also gave way to a passage.

(End of this chapter)