The appearance of this oriental young man shocked the whole house. Everyone originally thought that the opponent was a gangster in Los Angeles, and must be a ferocious gangster with a ferocious face. However, they never thought that he was actually a handsome young man, surrounded by many top beauties.
emperor.
Ximen Lang walked down with several beauties, Murong Yun smiled and waved and said: "Xiao Lang, come here, I will introduce you to a guest."
At this time, Los Angeles Mayor Trim was standing next to Murong Yun. He was a man in his fifties with glasses and a black vertical-striped suit. He looked very gentleman.
"Xiao Lang, this is Mayor Trime, a well-known figure in Los Angeles." Murong Yun introduced like a social butterfly.
This was the person Ximen Lang wanted to make friends with. He smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Mayor, nice to meet you." He took the initiative to extend his hand.
Mayor Trime has long heard about the young man from country Z in front of him and knows that he is a ruthless person. Even if he is the mayor of this city, he does not dare to offend him. After all, those desperadoes cannot offend him easily. He
Shake hands with him cordially, "Hello, Mr. Ximen..."
The two exchanged a few polite words, and Murong Yun introduced other dignitaries to Ximen Lang. The group of people were in awe of this country Z tycoon who had wiped out the three major underworld organizations in Los Angeles, and they didn't pick on him if he had a good attitude.
Then, the dinner began. The embassy prepared a buffet for everyone. A group of people carried their favorite grilled chicken wings, steaks, smoked salmon and other delicacies on their plates. They chatted while eating. The hall was filled with a happy atmosphere...
The chefs at the embassy were very good at their skills, and many guests were full of praise for the food they enjoyed. Mayor Trime also thought the food was very delicious. He ate a large plate and drank three glasses of red wine before he was full.
As soon as he put down the wine glass in his hand, a staff member came over and said, "Mayor, Mr. Ximen, please come over."
Trem looked in the direction pointed by the staff, and saw Ximenlang standing not far away, nodding to him. He was confused, but walked over anyway.
Ximen Lang waited for him to come to him, waved his hand and said, "Your Excellency, Mayor, please come with me." He led the other person into a small reception room to the east and said, "Please sit down."
There was a set of classical sofas in the reception room. Trem sat on the sofa on the left and asked, "Mr. Simon, what's the matter with you calling me over?"
Ximen Lang sat down on the sofa in the middle and nodded, "I have something to ask you. You must also know that now that other gangs in Los Angeles have perished, I have the final say."
Trem said tentatively: "Well, I heard something. Simon, since this is the case, I hope you will be more restrained on your subordinates in the future and don't cause too much trouble. Let's try to live in peace."
Ximen Lang smiled calmly and said: "Well, it's hard to say. If no one offends us, it's easy to say anything. On the contrary, if anyone dares to offend me, I will kill him without a burial place."
After saying the last sentence, the entire reception room was filled with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, which made people shudder.
Trem trembled with fright, fearing that the other party would be angry and hurt him, so he hurriedly said: "Don't... don't misunderstand me, I just said it casually, I don't take it seriously."
Ximenlang glanced at the nervous look on the mayor's face, laughed, and said: "It's okay, I'm just talking casually, you don't need to pay attention. However, since the underworld in Los Angeles is now my decision, then
You just have to choose."
Trem was stunned and quickly asked: "What to choose?"
"This..." As if by magic, Ximen Lang twisted his hands and two objects suddenly appeared. In his left hand was a check and in his right hand was a pistol. He put both of them on the coffee table.
When Trem saw the gun, he broke out in a cold sweat and said in a panic: "Simon, you have to be sensible. I have nothing in your way. What are you doing?"
Ximen Lang said calmly: "It's nothing, I just let you make a choice. If you choose to cooperate with me, the check of two million US dollars will be yours. Of course, you will also get big rewards in the future."
Money. On the contrary, if you cannot cooperate with me, I will give you the seven bullets in the pistol. From now on, your life will count down..."
Trem knew in his heart that the young man next to him was cruel and cruel, and he was definitely not joking. Just between life and death, he hurriedly grabbed the check and said in a trembling voice: "I choose to cooperate with you..."
Ximenlang nodded with satisfaction. When his palm passed over the coffee table, the Beretta pistol had disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all. "Very good, you are very aware of current affairs. From now on, we are partners.
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Trem thought to himself, forget it, there has never been a gang in Los Angeles. Since I have the money, why should I go against this devil of country Z? He put the check into his suit pocket and said hurriedly: "Simon, whatever you have
I will obey all orders without fail."
Ximenlang said unceremoniously: "I really have something to ask you for help with."
Trem said with awe on his face: "Just tell me, I will help you without hesitation."
"I heard that you, the mayor, have the final say on the appointment of the police commissioner?"
"Well, that's it, what do you mean?"
"The original Los Angeles Police Chief Mo Dawson has died, and now we need to appoint a new chief."
Trem asked in surprise: "What, Mo Daosang is dead, are you sure? Wasn't he kidnapped by the Blue Devils?"
Ximen Lang said with a smile: "That was just a pretense. In fact, he was killed by me. Just because he didn't listen to me, he didn't even leave his body..."
Trem felt a boundless chill coming towards him, and he said with a trembling voice: "Simon, I will definitely listen to you, and you must never kill me."
"Don't worry, you are my partner, I will not hurt you."
Trem let out a long breath, "It's best if you don't harm me. By the way, who will be the new director? Do you have any ideas?"
"I do have an idea, and you are very smart. I want you to arrange for Baker to be the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department. He is originally the deputy chief, and is the highest-ranking police officer in the police department except Mo Daosang. Logically speaking,
It is natural that he should take over the position of director."
As soon as he heard that the other party chose Baker as the new director, Trem was excited. After all, given Baker's current status, if the position of successor director would not cause public outrage, he nodded and said: "No problem, just do what you say."