Of course Tom felt aggrieved. After all, he was also the son of a California godfather, so gangsterism was inevitable. However, the current situation was stronger than others, so he could only swallow his anger for the time being, because he felt that his shoulder bone was about to break.
At this moment, Tom suddenly realized that it was a wise choice for his father to have his men guard him outside the window when he was playing with women. Wouldn't he suffer the same loss now that he came alone to pick up girls?
"Be good..." Fearon patted Tom's face again and casually ordered: "Yari, as usual, throw this guy out!"
"Yes, boss!" Ari, who was guarding by the door, came in with another bodyguard, helped Tom up and walked out.
When all the models saw this, they looked at Fearon even more strangely, while supermodel Miller narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed very happy.
Not long after, a roar like a wounded beast came from the end of the corridor: "Wait for me, you will regret it."
At the same time, Christina hurriedly changed her clothes and came out, approached Feren, grabbed his arm, and whispered: "Let's go quickly!"
"Why are you so flustered?" Feren chuckled, "You can't even get the bonus I promised to your colleague!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the models became unnatural, and the outstanding-looking Miller even giggled and said: "Sir, you'd better save some money, I believe you will be able to use it soon!"
Although before the show, when Phelan left the backstage, Marissa Miller happened to arrive and enter the single room, and he could "see" clearly through the silk thread, but he saw that there was a hint of ridicule in the other person's words, so
He didn't call the other party's name, but frowned and said: "Who are you? Are you the only one who has the final say in the affairs of the models?"
This sentence put Miller on the opposite side of the models. In normal times, the models would definitely be unhappy with Miller, but with the potential threat from the Solaso family, they didn't think so. On the contrary, some of them
A second-tier model with high prestige said on behalf of the other models: "Thank you very much, Mr. Fei, for your kindness, but we still don't want bonuses or anything like that, so as not to cost you money!"
After these words were spoken, many models had regrets in their beautiful eyes, but they remained silent, which seemed to agree with what the leading model said.
Feilun didn't have the habit of rushing to give away money. He smiled and said: "It seems that the guy who called the cat's name just now has a lot of background. He scared you so much that you didn't dare to accept my red envelope. It doesn't matter. I won't force it. Goodbye, all beauties.
!" He said, greeted the three girls, and left the backstage.
After watching Feren and his entourage disappear through the door, Miller crossed his arms and sneered: "Humph, I bumped into the California Godfather. It's time to say goodbye, and say goodbye to this world!"
All the models were silent after hearing this, but they were powerless to stop anything. In the end, despite their glamor on the catwalk, in fact, they were nothing in front of real powerful people.
Returning to the car, holding Christina's arm and sitting down, Ferran said: "Chris, I've blocked the arrow for you, now you should tell me who that guy is, right?"
Hearing this, Miliya and Beth, who were boarding the car, also looked at Christina.
Christina wrung her hands, her knuckles turning a little white from the pinching, but she murmured to herself: "Actually, I shouldn't have asked you to come here today, I shouldn't have asked you to come..."
Seeing this, Feilun spread his hands and said, "What are you afraid of?" Then he grabbed the communicator hanging on the wall of the car and ordered: "Drive!" The entire convoy then slowly slid out of the parking lot.
"That guy, he, he..."
"Could it be that he is the Godfather of California?" Phelan said casually, and as he left, he vaguely heard Miller's vicious words.
Christina was stunned when she heard this, then shook her head and said: "Although Tom is not the Godfather of California, he is almost the same!"
"So, he is the only son of the legendary California godfather Sammy Solaso?" Miliya couldn't help but interjected, but there was not much fear in her eyes. This was not due to her identity, but to her
He knew something about Faerun's murderous skills and his vast wealth.
In the United States, wealth represents strength. With Phelan's wealth, it is not impossible to buy the Blackwater Security Company without any effort and use it to deal with a gang godfather with arms!
Of course, Miliya knew that Faerun would definitely disdain to do that, and he always preferred to solve the problem by himself.
Sure enough, when Feren saw Christina nodding in agreement with Miliya's words, his eyes flashed and he said: "That's great, this is hitting the muzzle of the gun!"
Beth accidentally caught sight of the murderous intent and joy in Fearon's eyes, and was a little confused. Then she realized something and was suddenly startled. She said with half ridicule and half worry: "What's the point of daring to love? The other party is the godfather of the gang.
If you don't do it right, you will die without any parts!"
"I died without a complete body? What a joke!" Feren said, pushing the three women away to the corner of the couch, and then he kicked his heels, and the flap under the couch opened, revealing everything neat and tidy inside.
There are two M134 machine guns stacked up!
The M134 machine gun was developed by the American General Electric Company during the Vietnam War. It is a six-barreled aviation machine gun based on the "Vulcan" 20mm cannon. It uses Gatling-style rotation when shooting, and can fire more than 5,000 rounds per minute.
It can quickly kill massed targets. It is usually installed on helicopters and can also be equipped with infantry. It is a typical heavy firepower.
"Gah, Gatling!?" Seeing the six black wheel barrels, Christina couldn't help but scream.
"It's not Gatling, this is the US military's M134!" Regarding Christina's misidentification, Beth immediately corrected her, "I said Fearon, how did you have this?" In fact, she
Quite surprised by the appearance of M134.
Fearon muttered: "It seems you are quite familiar with weapons!"
Beth's heart trembled, she pretended not to care and smiled, saying: "I am a reporter, and I often go to interview some military industrial companies."
Fearon didn't pay much attention when he heard this, and continued: "You are going to interview military industrial companies, but representatives of those military companies often visit me through that boy Jack..."
Beth's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, but she pretended to be stupid and said, "Jack? Which Jack?"
"You are a reporter. You have never heard of Abramov, the godfather of lobbying, right?" Ferran introduced casually, "Under that guy's lobbying, I had no choice but to buy it from arms dealers.
A batch of weapons are all piled up in the villa and getting moldy!"
"Isn't it? Do you still have a lot of weapons like M134 in your villa?" Beth was stunned.
"Yes, even the Human Torch is available and can be used at any time!"
Beth was startled when she heard the word "Thunderbolt", because the Thunderfire anti-aircraft cannon is a heavy weapon specially designed for armed helicopters, although the US military has begun to replace it with the more advanced "Hellfire" series of anti-aircraft cannons.
, but most bases still use "Thunderbolt" cannons, which means that the anti-aircraft firepower of Fairfield Villa is similar to that of the US military bases under establishment.
Los Angeles is a big city and also a key city, so fighter planes from the Air Force base are generally prohibited from flying in the area. Even if there are missions, they will usually pass through the surrounding areas according to the instructions of the North American Aerospace Defense Command.
In other words, 99% of the aircraft that can fly into urban areas are helicopters, and as long as they are helicopters, they will transform from birds of prey into birds in the air in front of the "Thunderbolt" cannon, and they will be completely vulnerable.
Seeing Beth's frightened look, Millia, who was not too interested in thermal weapons, wondered: "What is the Human Torch?"
While explaining, Beth patted her towering chest and said, "It seems like your villa is really impregnable!"
After listening to Beth's explanation, Miliya and Christina were speechless. Especially Christina, the fear was completely gone and was replaced by excitement.
Beth pretended to be casual and asked, "By the way, do you have any other high-end weapons there?"
"Does a simplified version of the Apache helicopter count?" Fearon said in surprise, "Except for the lack of anti-tank missiles, there is no shortage of other weapons!"
"What?!" Beth was completely shocked.
After hearing this, Miliya thought thoughtfully and said, "Is this what happened last time when you asked me to buy a piece of land near the villa to build a hangar?"
"You're right!" Fearon smiled triumphantly, "But the sale and purchase agreement was drawn up with the help of Audrey. I asked her not to reveal it at the time, but I didn't expect that she didn't even tell you!"
Miliya rolled her eyes when she heard this, feeling a little bit resentful in her heart. Little did she know that at that time, Feren used the secret between the two of them to trick Audrey. Audrey had just tasted love at that time, and she thought it was so wonderful that she naturally vowed to keep it to her death.
Treating the secret of your sweetheart as something private between the two of you, naturally even Miliya didn't want to tell her, so it's not surprising that she didn't know about it.
"Anyway, as long as you stay in the villa, you'll be fine!" the old god of Faerun said.
Unfortunately, Beth disagreed with him and said, "Then what should we do if we go out?"
"It'll be in two days!" Ferran said calmly, "Let Ari bring some people to talk to Sammy Solaso first. As for Tom's cat who can't even fight a mouse, don't worry about him. He's gone.
Godfather, he is worse than a cat!"
Beth heard the murderous intention hidden in Feilun's words, her heart moved, and she asked in a playful way: "What about the application?"
"Isn't this easy to do? Just ask someone to bring it to you. This is what Wei Ke and the others usually do." Feilun said with a smile.
Beth rolled her eyes when she heard this. She was too obsessed with Phelan's murderous intention, but she ignored his status as a billionaire.
Indeed, it is easy to do things if you have money. The maids such as Nevike of the Villa often do not go out for ten and a half days. Food, clothing and clothing are all reserved and delivered to the door by merchants. Otherwise, running back and forth every day is a waste of manpower.
Big waste
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