Chapter 60 But, I refuse!

on the way to escape, all the way is unimpeded.

　　No slips, no IAA agents, just a lot of traffic in Los Santos.

　　When the car just drove out of the cypress flat, Lao Cui, who was sitting in the back seat, immediately said,

　　"That's so fucking beautiful!"

　　"Yeah, at least you don't have to deal with a large number of swipes..." At

　　this point, everyone thought of the alarm device again. things, can't help but feel a little scared.

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

　　How can you leave the scene as leisurely as it is now?

　　All this is due to Lu Qi.

　　Old Cui, who has always been straight, put his hand around Lu Qi's shoulder and said carelessly:

　　"Alix, as the president of Trevor Philip Industries, I am now inviting you to come to my company. As for the position..."

　　"Let me How about you being the vice president and security supervisor?"

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

　　Thinking of Lao Cui's hobby of taking everything between men and women, Lu Qi couldn't help but feel a chill. He quietly took away Lao Cui's arm and said lightly,

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

　　"Damn it. Isn't the vice president enough? You fucking want to sit in my seat? Don't even think about it!" Before

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

　　"Old Cui, Alex Now, like you, I'm also the boss of a company, there's no reason why the boss won't do it and work for you…"

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

　　"Oh?! It's true. Yes? What kind of company do you run? Xing Fun Toys Production Company?"

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

　　"That's not it, it's a private security consulting company, and it mainly faces some customers who need to deal with trouble."

　　Franklin, who was driving, just finished speaking. , took over the conversation, and continued:

　　"Yo, man, Alex is a big man in Hollywood now. He is dealing with those stars, directors and producers..."

　　"Huh? What do you know? Black Boy?"

　　"Hey, I'm now a partner and vice president."

　　"Is it your company's name? It sounds like a shit name that some sissy slapped his head and suddenly came up with."

　　Wen Wen After speaking, 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 excited old Cui, Lu Qi had an idea. , deliberately said: "As long as I don't mess with Merryweather, or washing powder or something, I can do it." Hearing this, Lao

　　Cui, who has been making washing powder all the time, was suddenly speechless.

　　"Uh..."

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

　　Throwing the coveralls and mask into the trunk, Michael, who got out of the car alone, held a document bag and said to the three people in the car:

　　"You guys dispose of the things, don't leave any traces, I'll take the things. To the people of Hines. I'll tell you when there's a result."

　　"No problem, man."

　　Watching the black muscle car go away, Michael got into the car he came in and headed for Tonwa Mountain, east of Los Santos , galloping away...

　　. . .

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

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

　　"This is a package for Devan Weston."

　　Communication via earphones , After asking his head for instructions, the guard opened the iron door and let Michael walk in.

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

　　Devan Weston, sitting on the hood of the sports car, with his phone in hand, immersed in the game, seemed completely unaware of Michael's arrival.

　　"Yes, that's it!"

　　"I don't fucking care!"

　　"Bang! Goodbye, little slut!"

　　After finishing the game, Defan looked up at Michael who was in front of him. Reaching out his hand to make a fist, as if he wanted to touch Michael, he introduced himself:

　　"Devan Weston."

　　However, Michael ignored it as he did just now.

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

　　soon as he finished speaking, he threw the file bag in his hand, and Michael turned around and was about to leave.

　　Upon seeing this, the two guards on the side, one 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..."

　　Defan, who was sitting on the hood of the car,

Like a medieval lord, he was giving orders to his subordinates:

　　"Five top-class cars! Considerable deals! You can make a lot of money, brother."

　　However, Michael was obviously not interested in his proposal, just casually He wrote: "It sounds good, I have someone I know who can help you, and I will contact you."

　　Similarly, De Fan was not satisfied with Michael's answer:

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

　　Michael, who was called to and fro by the FIB, had been holding a fire in his heart, but was so provoked by Defan that he broke out.

　　Seeing his serious expression, he approached Defan and said solemnly,

　　"Listen, I don't give a fuck about what you want, soft-footed chicken. I'll let my friends know that you're interested in this.

　　" It turns out that I misread you."

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

　　At this time, De Fan Finally got up from the hood of the sports car, spread out his hands, and said to Michael:

　　"Do you like American football? I have invested a little business in the sports industry."

　　"Do you like it ? Stocks? I have some funds for you to manage."

　　"Come on, offer your terms, man!"

　　Shrugging his shoulders, Old Mai responded casually, "I just like to sit on the sofa in order to get rid of this annoying guy as soon as possible. Come on, watch an old movie."

　　"That's it!"

　　Thinking that he had finally found Michael's price tag, Devan raised his index finger and said confidently,

　　"How about if I help you get in touch with Solomon Richard?"

　　Wen After speaking, Michael was startled for a moment, and he couldn't help but say,

　　"Solomon Richard? That movie producer?"

　　"Yeah, he's retiring, and I'll help him with the finances on the set and stuff like that. I'll get you in touch, as long as you're willing to help me get the car back, what do you think of this deal?"

　　"Sounds very, very tempting. "

　　Listening to Michael's words, De Fan thought that the deal was guaranteed, but he already smiled.

　　Unexpectedly, Michael's next sentence was:

　　"But, I refuse!"

　　"What?!"

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

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

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

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