nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 261 Monica's Choice
An old Russian man with a red nose and a head full of white hair dangled in the middle of the Auburn Hills Stadium.

"Hiccup~"

"Hmm~"

The reporters around saw the old man's appearance and clicked the shutters in their hands.

The rattling sounds around him didn't affect the old Russian man's movements. He first took out a small wine bottle inlaid with the Order of the Red Banner of the Soviet Union from his pocket and took a sip of vodka.

"Hey!"

"Unload the car!"

"Didn't you see so many people here!" Nikolaevich waved at the truck driver behind him carelessly.

A group of engineers standing behind him hurriedly gathered together in an instant.

Nikolaevich glanced unsteadily at the GM engineering team: "Oh! You are the ones who are going to smash my job!"

The GM team of engineers standing on the other side of the spotlight looked at each other.

After all, the method used by General Motors this time is not so glorious. They bought the car quotas in the hands of Land Cruiser customers at a high price to defraud DeLouis, but any company with a moral bottom line in its heart would not do this.

"Who is this old man!"

"Isn't Delore's standard for treating customers customer-oriented?"

"That's right, I'm the third batch of Land Cruiser customers. If the old man comes to deliver the car to me by then, I won't be polite to him."

Nikolaevich snorted coldly when he heard the discussion of the reporters behind him.

Then Nikolaevich took his steps slowly step by step and walked towards the group of GM engineers.

I don't know if they are guilty or what.

For every step Nikolaevich took, they took a step back.

"Ah!"

"The GM engineers back then dared to stand in the control area of ​​Germany and point at the nose of the **** and scold them!"

"Look at how stupid you are now!"

Nikolaevich took a sip of vodka with a look of disdain, pointed at Roger Smith who was standing in the floor-to-ceiling window of the interview room and watched the scene, and shouted: "You know me!"

"You remember!"

"I was able to beat you GM in the global competition for tank development back then!"

"I can still step on your GM right now!"

"I!"

"Nikolaevich!"

"It's the chief engineer of the Land Cruiser!"

Roger Smith held a wine glass tightly in his hand and kept making creaking sounds.

In fact, it is difficult for him to imagine how many engineers Tao Xi took away in the Soviet Union, and there are as many as 3000 Russians in the Delore community in Los Angeles.

Roger Smith was just General Motors' chief bookkeeper!

But Nikolaevich's father is already the Minister of Ordnance Department of the Soviet Union. Although the name Nikolaevich is very rare and common, if the surname Nikolaevich is mentioned in the heavy industry, no one will not erect it. Thumbs shouted "Awesome"!
The surname Nikolaevich is not only the cornerstone of the Soviet aviation industry but also the pioneer of the Soviet main battle tank!
If Roger Smith remembers correctly, Nikolaevich should be the son of old Nikolaevich.

One of the participants of Project 430 tank engineering, 30% of the Soviet-style main battle tanks have his participation!

If it weren't for the constraints of the [European Conventional Armed Forces Treaty], maybe the surname Nikolaevich could make the entire US military industry tremble again!
"Fxxk!"

"Tausido will invite him to America!"

"idiot!"

Roger Smith stood in the meeting room angrily and growled. Nikolaevich, who was standing in the audience, seemed to see Roger Smith's impotent rage.

"Do you know what it is to shoot mosquitoes with a cannon?"

"It's me!" Nikolaevich pointed to his temple proudly. At this time, the tall Land Cruiser was also unloaded from the trailer. Nikolaevich took a sip Vodka casually picked up a baseball bat that had been prepared long ago, and vented wildly on several external parts such as the window, engine cover, and car fender of the Land Cruiser.

The group of engineers standing around seemed to know that their manic teacher's temper was dodging.

And the group of reporters who smelled the fishy smell gathered together one after another, and some reporters even thought of a title.

[The former strong enemy of the general military industry reappears, and the white-haired old man smashes the car crazily]

Roger Smith didn't know when he came down from the interview room and just watched all this with indifference, but Nikolaevich grabbed a reporter over.

"Look! Civilian vehicles use Soviet heat-resistant steel and heat-resistant alloy technology, which is the technology we use in aviation technology!"

The reporter seemed to have got some special permission to frantically film the place where Nikolaevich had just smashed.

Nikolaevich threw the baseball bat in his hand at Roger Smith!
Just when the audience in the surrounding stands were watching happily, Nikolaevich's coquettish operation instantly caused a burst of exclamation from the stands.

"what!"

"Fight!"

"It's so cool. I thought it was just a simple car unveiling ceremony, but I didn't expect it to turn into a gang fight!"

The discussion of the audience in the stands made the atmosphere of the venue even more lively, and some daring spectators even blew hooligan whistles regardless of the security guards' interception.

Roger Smith is also worthy of being the president of General Motors.

When the baseball bat flew towards him, the people around him pulled him and tried to avoid him, but Roger Smith pushed everyone away and stared at Nikolaevich so coldly. strange.

When the baseball bat reached midair, it slowly fell to his feet as if its strength had been vented.

"pick it up!"

"Try! Let me see if your beloved Saturn can beat me!"

Roger Smith stepped on the baseball bat and sneered: "Mr. Nikolaevich, you were my idol back then, and I was very happy to see you, a senior engineer from the former Soviet Union, appear in my hometown. , but... I want to see your engine, I understand what you said, but the Land Cruiser model has never disclosed your engine data to the public. "

Nikolaevich couldn't help but turn ugly when he heard Roger Smith's malicious words.

After all, the Soviet Union no longer exists, and his appearance meant that the Soviet Union lost to the United States!
"Mr. Nikolaevich, don't be impulsive, don't forget Mr. Taoxi's advice!"

Nikolaevich looked back at Chu Zhaoguo and quickly calmed down, because he liked this engineer who came to study from the Northeast No. [-] Automobile Factory.

Nikolaevich also calmed down quickly.

"Well, you take them to remove the engine and let them see what the world's leading engine technology looks like!"

After saying these words, Nikolaevich seemed to have thought of something sad, found an open space and sat cross-legged, but the vodka in his hand didn't stop.

Chu Zhaoguo, who took over the command, began to orderly command the on-site commander belonging to the Delore Automobile Factory.

Chu Zhaoguo, who had studied in the Soviet Union, spoke proficient Russian. He first took out an inflatable cushion, followed by diesel and gasoline.
No one knows how much DeLore has loaded in the huge truck.

But Roger Smith looked at everything in front of him with a grim expression, because he felt that General Motors had a spy, and DeLorean Motors had clearly guessed his plan!

And the opponent was well prepared.

"go with!"

"Move out all the instruments related to engine endurance testing!"

Chu Zhaoguo was a little nervous when he saw Roger Smith's actions.

He rubbed the sweat from his palms on his clothes casually. He didn't want to lose the Delore car because the Delore car.
No, it's better to say it's the Delore Group!

The Delore Group is the only company in the world that can selflessly open its technical library to the First Automobile Manufacturing Plant. They can obtain the technology of Toshiba machine tools and precision instruments, and even the engine technology and aerospace technology of the Soviet Union. You can get them all!

This is simply a kind of selflessness to them.

If it was said at the beginning that they wanted to allow their cars to enter the Chinese market, then looking at their boss now is more likely to be a patriot.
Chu Zhaoguo shook his head and directed everything methodically.

After the engine of the Land Cruiser was disassembled, Chu Zhaoguo explained various professional technologies of the Land Cruiser engine to the reporters of the New York Post on the spot, and he also gave the right to speak to the engineers of General Motors to debate with him from time to time .

There is quite a feeling of verbal war against the Confucianism, and the sound of the surrounding flashlights records all this from time to time.

"By the way, you may have some doubts about our engine technology. We will definitely keep it for technical reasons, but I will tell his characteristics!"

"Waterproof, high-frequency sand removal, mixed use of diesel and gasoline!"

"That's what makes our engines special!"

While talking, Chu Zhaoguo asked the group of Russian engineers to start their work. The huge inflatable cushion has long been filled with water. Although the engine can only be immersed in one-third of it, this function was introduced in the 90s. It is already very good in the field of civilian vehicles.

The people around were watching the excitement, but Roger Smith could see the plan of the Delore car!

They are shouting at the Congress of the United States through the launch of the General Motors Saturn series of cars!
If the waterproofing of the engine can be achieved through the height of the exhaust pipe, then the high-frequency vibration of the engine to remove sand is not the plan for the military purchase orders in the Middle East battlefield!
"Fxxk!"

"Get rid of those reporters!"

Roger Smith, who had broken through the defense, shouted at his subordinates angrily, but how could the Delaury, which had already arrived at the scene, not be fully prepared!

This time they are going to kill the car and car transport orders in the Middle East!
Can DeLaury, who has a military order from the U.S. Congress, still be blocked by General Motors?
In the future, isn't the sky high enough for birds to fly, and the ocean wide for fish to jump?

A good press conference of the [Saturn Series] car was messed up like this, the scene became chaotic in an instant, and several spectators in the stands rushed straight down the stands.

Shouting and booing can be heard all around.

And that group of reporters is even less likely to make Roger Smith fulfill his wish. With such a big news, what is your little money?
Monica Bellucci carefully arranged her sportswear.

Gerry Lively, who was standing on the side, told her seriously what to do next. After all, regardless of [Los Angeles Parade] or [Tokyo Chaos], he filmed all the contents safely. .

"Is there really nothing wrong with me?"

"Tao Xi is not here, why don't I think about it?"

Monica Bellucci was a little nervous to discuss with Gerry Lively, the chief editor who had just won the Pulitzer Prize.

Tausi was not in Kuwait half a month ago.

As the executor of this temporary operation, Gerry Lively couldn't help but feel a little numb when he heard this sentence.

Gerry Lively gritted his teeth and said directly: "Monica! Remember, there is Shizuka Kudo in Japan. She is now the executive director of TV Tokyo. Sophie Marceau, I guess she may go to Be an agent of MGM! Akina Nakamori will most likely go to Fuji TV!”

"You just don't think about the Indian market, you have to think about yourself!"

"If your child is born in the future, what should you do!"

Monica's face changed slightly just after Gerry Lively uttered these heart-wrenching words. After a moment of hesitation, Monica put the lady's pocket pistol that Tao Xi left for her before leaving in her pocket. Left in the handbag.

At this time, Kuwait City has long been in chaos.

Kuwait cannot be said to be powerless to resist. On the streets of Kuwait, which was defeated overnight, only Iraqi soldiers are left except for the Kuwaiti who are trying to escape here.

Occasionally, a few courageous reporters could be seen huddled in the pile of rubble carefully filming the scene.

Monica Bellucci didn't care so much and just lay down on the ground and rolled around.

Seeing this scene, Gerry Lively couldn't help giving Monica a thumbs up, and the surrounding staff also started their scripts.

"Miss Monica, we have to head towards the Italian embassy!"

Another male assistant with some red blood on his cuffs echoed with a embarrassed face: "If we are late, maybe we won't be able to return to China, and this place is getting more and more chaotic!"

Monica wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a painful face: "Okay! Let's go!"

Just when a few people were about to set off, there was a sound of tanks "rumbling" not far away.

After a while, three Soviet tanks appeared in Gerry Lively's camera, and a man wearing a camouflage hat sat on top of the tank.

The machine gun in his hand made Gerry Lively swallow.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have faced war!"

Monica Bellucci shrank her head and replied with some fear: "Me too. I used to be in movies. If a Hollywood director invites me to make a movie next time, I will definitely be able to act in my true colors!"

Monica's cold joke made everyone feel relaxed.

When the tank troops left, Monica got up first and walked towards the Kuwaiti embassy street. Because of the embassy, ​​the closer the group was to there, the more perfect the surrounding buildings would be.

But what surprised Gerry Lively was that there were really too many Indians here.

The Indians all over the street were either hiding in the abandoned buildings, or they were gritting their molars and rushing towards the Indian embassy.

Swaraj saw someone rushing towards not far away without obeying his command, and he yelled angrily: "You don't want to live!"

Sure enough, before the Indian could react, a group of Iraqi soldiers rushed over and fired several shots at the feet of the Indian who rushed out.

Swaraj saw that tall Indian with his butt sticking out looked like an ostrich!
"Swaraj, we have gathered a team of 400 people behind us!"

That's right, Swaraj has become the leader of an [Indian refugee army] invisibly. At this time, they are less than 3 streets away from the Indian embassy.

But I don't know if there are too many Indians gathered in front, or for some reason.

Iraqi soldiers began to gather here, and whenever Indians ran towards the embassy, ​​they would be captured by Iraqi soldiers.

At first someone tried to communicate with Iraqi soldiers, but when that person was shot and taken away, no one mentioned it anymore.

"Swaraj we have met a big man!"

"It's Monica Bellucci, she's with her crew, and there's a reporter in there!"

Swaraj couldn't help but sighed helplessly when he heard this sentence, Monica, reporters, etc. are all cumbersome on the battlefield!
Now he just wants to arrive at the place that the group of Americans said on time to collect the money and go home.

When Swaraj saw this group of big shots who used to be glamorous in the camera, one of them was carrying a camera and was filming the scene of Monica bandaging the wound of an injured Indian woman.

Seeing this, Swaraj couldn't help but let out a long breath.

What he is most afraid of is that the appearance of a big shot will interfere with his original "money-making plan", otherwise God knows whether he was captured by the group of Iraqi soldiers, or was coerced and lured by others to reveal his secret!
"Big reporter! Hit the reporter!"

"That's him, his name is Swaraj, the one who took us from our employer's house to the Indian embassy!"

Without waiting for Swaraj to speak.

The other person shared all his affairs with Gerry Lively. Gerry Lively turned his head and glanced at the Indian named Swaraj.

Immediately transferred the camera in his hand to his body.

"Hello, I'm Gerry Lively, a reporter from Reuters! This is Ms. Monica Bellucci. It's a pleasure to meet such a selfless person like you in this place."

Swaraj is a gardener who came to Kuwait from the countryside.

How can he say such lofty words, standing under the camera, he is a little embarrassed and doesn't know what to say.

"He knew a long time ago that Kuwait was about to go to war. Not only did he prepare a lot of leaflets, but he also prepared an escape route for us!"

Gerry Lively's pupils couldn't help shrinking when he heard this.

But Swaraj on the opposite side jumped up as if his tail was stepped on, and kicked Imran with a proud face: "Shut up! If you don't want to die, you forget all those things !"

Imran, who was kicked to the ground, lay on the ground and rubbed his chest in pain.

But Imran snorted unconvinced: "You stole my money, why don't you let me say a few words about you?"

While the two were still whispering, Gerry Lively, who poked his head over, muttered in a low voice: "Cooperate with me and send him to the Iraqi soldiers, otherwise he will be a dynamite when he arrives at the Indian embassy soon." !"

Swaraj and Imran stared in surprise at Gerry Lively, who deliberately turned off the camera behind him.

"you you you."

Gerry Lively kicked Imran's heart again. Before Swaraj could react, Gerry Lively shouted to the surrounding people: "Monica! The lady is an Italian citizen, if she comes forward to communicate with Iraqi soldiers, she may be able to take everyone to the Indian embassy, ​​everyone get ready!"

Upon hearing this, Monica immediately stood up and was about to explain when Gerry Lively pushed Monica in front of the crowd.

People in desperation tend to regard any big man who appears in front of them as a life-saving straw, even if their previous savior was standing beside Monica, the group of Christian believers also turned towards Monica one after another. His hands clasped together seemed to be praying for something.

And Gerry Lively directly grabbed Imran and shouted: "This strong man is willing to accompany our Ms. Monica! I hope you can give him blessings!"

At this time, Swaraj clearly felt a trace of coolness from his back to his palms.

He knew that the Reuters reporter in front of him was in the same group as the group of villains who murdered people on the street, and he could not help but feel a little bit of fear in the way this man gathered all the little bosses he had rescued in just a few words. .

Just when Swaraj was distracted, Gerry Lively turned his head and told him: "You arrange everyone here, let everyone shut up, and I will help you with the rest!"

Gerry Lively, who temporarily grasped the overall situation, turned on the camera again and pointed it at Monica: "My camera is out of power, but just now another Indian asylum was captured by Iraqi soldiers, Monica Ms. Ka seems to be unable to bear this kind of persecution of Indians, and she plans to stand up and negotiate with the group of Iraqi soldiers."

"That's right, it's negotiations!"

Monica's complexion in the camera seems to be a little uncomfortable, and there is also some fear!
These expressions are so real that no one can find fault with them, but Monica still took a deep breath and replied slowly: "I plan to negotiate with that group of people, and now I just want to negotiate with that group of barbaric soldiers At once, let nearly [-] Indians behind me have a place to hide from the disaster!"

After all, Monica walked not far away.

Gerry Lively is worthy of being a photographer. The back of Monica in his lens looks very bleak. No one knows what consequences her beauty and popularity will bring to her.

When Gerry Lively turned off the camera, he hurriedly grabbed the dead-faced Imran and chased after Monica.

"Fxxk!"

"I don't know that group of soldiers at all."

"I'm scared too!"

"I do not dare to go!"

Gerry Lively tried to calm Monica down: "Monica! Monica!"

"Tausi went to Iraq, he went to negotiate, you have to trust him!"

"He loves you the most. It is impossible for him to let you dedicate so much by yourself. Maybe those soldiers who have stayed here for so long are just waiting for your arrival!"

"And what makes Iraqi soldiers block the way here regardless of the diplomatic influence of so many countries!"

Monica gradually calmed down after hearing Gerry Lively's words.

"You mean? Tausi wants to use these 20 Indian nationals to do business with Iraq?"

Gerry Lively hesitated for a moment and replied seriously: "It's possible Monica, those Iraqi soldiers may know you, or they may not know you!"

(End of this chapter)