Chapter 29 Franklin Little Wish

After his mother died, Franklin stayed with his aunt.

　　I didn't think much of it when I was a child, but as he got older, his auntie didn't like him more and more.

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

　　Over time, Franklin could not wait to escape from that home, from the gang-infested place in Chamberlain Hills.

　　Since he met Franklin, almost every time the two of them drank together, Xiao Fu would talk about what his fat and ugly aunt did today that made him very irritable.

　　In the conversation, he seemed very envious of Lu Qi's single life.

　　From time to time, I also expressed to Lu Qi that when I made money, I would move out immediately and live alone.

　　Since Xiao Fu wanted to live alone, Lu Qi felt that of course his wish had to be fulfilled.

　　Coincidentally, after he moved to Hollywood Hills, the apartment was unoccupied, and this buddy could go to the top.

　　Just don't charge him rent...

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

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

　　Hearing that Xiao Fu was about to vomit another wave of bitter water, Lu Qi hurriedly stopped him, "Alright, alright, stop for now and listen to me."

　　"I'm planning to move, but the lease term of the apartment hasn't expired yet, so do you want to move to my place?"

　　"Moving? Where are you?"

　　After listening to Franklin's question, Lu Qi didn't hide it, and said directly:

　　"It's like this... I helped Lester with some private affairs. As a reward, he gave me a vacant house in Hollywood, which is considered a housekeeping for him..."

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

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

　　Franklin didn't care about those details either. Because his focus was elsewhere.

　　I saw him pick up the beer, take a big gulp, and say:

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

　　"Speaking of a house in Hollywood, it's worth at least a million..."

　　When it comes to money, Franklin seems to wake up all of a sudden, his tone is full of envy and longing.

　　Perhaps it was because he came out of the society to work hard since he was a child and went to prison. Franklin's desire for money can be said to be obvious.

　　However, he didn't specifically hide the idea of ​​doing anything to make money, that's all...

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

　　"You said, if I continue to help him, do I have the opportunity to live in the big mansion in Hollywood?"

　　"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 work for Franklin.

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

　　It was a job that made the most of his individual strengths.

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

　　The nature of the job is not much different from his last job recycling vehicles. However, the money earned from each order is much more.

　　Listening to 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 back to the topic:

　　"Then what do you say? Are you going to move in?"

　　To this, Franklin's answer is:

　　"certainly!"

　　"I'll move in tomorrow. I don't have much luggage anyway."

　　After that, he made a fist and patted his chest, pointed to Lu Qi, and thanked:

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

　　Waving his hand, Lu Qi replied 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 to play another day. How about the mansion in Hollywood..."

　　"Okay, the address is..."

　　After a few rounds of drinking at the Vanilla Unicorn Club with Xiao Fu, and two striptease shows, Lu Qi said goodbye first.

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

　　Then, I called the moving company and asked them to send someone.

　　In fact, his luggage is not much.

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

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

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

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

　　After speaking, he took a sip of whiskey, narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slowly, revealing a very enjoyable look:

　　"However, I like it!"

　　. . . . . .

　　a few days later.

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

　　Introduced by his old friend, FIB agent Dave Norton, McKinsey meets FIB's top figure, Steve Hines.

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

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

　　Under the threat of the other party, Michael once again took over the task given to him by the FIB-rescue Mr. K from the IAA headquarters!

　　Leaving the plaza, Michael and Dave Norton walked in the direction of the car.

　　"FIB has lots in East Los Santo, the Convington supply depot, and a little over at Basket Hill. You know this place, don't you?"

　　"Sure. Sounds like an out-of-the-way place, a place where people can do covert operations, right?"

　　Ignoring the sarcasm in Michael's words, Dave opened the passenger's door and sat in.

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

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

　　"Hey, I'm not familiar with this kid, I just had a few more words with him at the bar..."

　　Dave ignored Michael's argument and said lightly:

　　"Just make a phone call. Otherwise I'll have someone pick him up. By the way, when I say pick up, it won't be so friendly..."

　　"All right…"

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

　　"Michael, it's me."

　　"Hey, remember what we talked about earlier? Now that it's going to happen, I need you to go to the supply station at Blue Hill, near the place where we last met."

　　"…"

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

　　"Okay, I'll be there soon."

　　Just after hanging up, Michael heard Dave say again:

　　"And then, Franklin Clinton..."

　　When the car drove past the Garden Bank, Dave seemed to remember something, glanced at Michael 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, he clenched the steering wheel with both hands, and Michael, who was driving the car, slammed on the brakes!

　　The tires that braked suddenly left two striking marks on the ground.

　　After stopping the car, Michael looked gloomy, turned his head to stare at the co-pilot Dave Norton, and said solemnly:

　　"Old Dai, don't tell me, the person you mentioned is the same person I think of in my mind now."

　　"I'm sorry, that's who you think..."

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

　　"FXXK!!!"