Chapter 662: What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment (please collect it, recommend it, vote it
Chapter 662: What kind of hatred or resentment (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
And this is a good thing. Don’t think that the American people are not superstitious. They are even more superstitious. If this is the case, this house will never be sold at a high price. It will cost three million, three million yuan.
I just don’t know what Curtis thinks. Anyway, if he bought it at an absolutely low price, why would he still be in trouble with the house? Who cares about a bunch of murderous people.
Well, this is not certain, after all, some people paid homage to Mr. Guan before the fight.
Ask Curtis tomorrow. If he doesn't want it, Xu Chuan plans to let the company take it and build it into a safe house. Then he will continue to promote the haunted house as being haunted, and no one will dare to approach it.
Then you can store unused munitions here and do some shameful things. You can do more than one thing with one stone.
After sending the depressed Alex back to the hotel, Xu Chuan somewhat understood the child's thoughts, but he was not prepared to respond because the girl was in a lot of troubles and he didn't want to get involved in these things. This was different from work requirements. It's two things.
Telling Curtis the situation of the house and letting him think about it first, Xu Chuan returned to the recording studio again. At this time, apart from the recording studio staff, only Xue La was left.
“Lavi left on her own? I thought you would continue to work overtime.”
Sela put her arm around his waist and hugged him intimately, saying in a lazy voice, "Well, that's what I wanted to do just now."
“Hey, do you want to go get something to eat?” Xu Chuan asked in a low voice.
The other person shook his head, raised his head and looked at him with big eyes, "I want to go somewhere."
Of course Xu Chuan didn't care. He got into the car and drove up the mountain along Mulholland Drive along the road pointed by Xila. She sat on the side and hummed the melody of Rolling In The Deep softly.
“Do you remember this place? This is where the last car accident occurred.” After passing a street, Xila pointed out the window and said.
Xu Chuan looked at the place and had no impression of the location. However, he remembered the Shabi who almost sent him away. At that time, he thought about freeing up his hands to give him a ride, but then he forgot about too many things.
This woman seemed to be very familiar with this place, and she came to the edge of a cliff in a zigzag manner. Xu Chuan turned off the engine and turned off the car lights.
Two people stood on the edge of a hillside in the dark, looking at the bright lights of Los Angeles in the distance, and below them was a luxurious villa in Beverly Hills.
“This is my favorite location, you can completely see the entire Los Angeles.” Sheila held his hand and shook it like a little girl showing off her toys.
Xu Chuan grinned in the darkness and gave her a thumbs up in his heart. This place is really good. If a machine gun position is built, the road up the mountain can be blocked directly from the front. If there is a mountain bag of about 300 meters on the left, If you build another one on top, you can form a crossfire, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
If the opponent does not have direct firepower, two machine gun squads can at least hold back a battalion-level light armored force until the opponent calls for air support or artillery support.
Okay, now the question arises, why should we block a battalion-level armored force coming from the direction of Los Angeles outside Los Angeles?
But when it came to eating, he seemed really hungry.
Hurry and put away your weird thoughts. If Sheila, who was sharing happy memories with her next to her, knew that she was thinking about this, I wonder if she would push herself down.
"Thank you, thank you very much for meeting you. If it weren't for You, my career would have started to go downhill this year." Sheila smiled bitterly. In the past two years, singers of various styles have emerged like crazy. , and the quality of each album is not bad.
While others have made progress and their own progress is too little or they are standing still, they will be eliminated by newcomers sooner or later. The competition in this industry is too fierce, otherwise she would not have sent herself to Xu Chuan's room last year.
“We’re so familiar with each other, so there’s no need to be so polite, and I’m not at a disadvantage either.” Anyway, if you don’t give it to her, you’re giving it to someone else, there’s no difference.
“No, maybe this is a small thing to you, but to me it is really a shattering of ideals.” This is a winner-takes-all society, and losers will no longer receive anyone’s attention.
Xue La put her arms around his shoulders and came to him. Since the atmosphere had already reached this point, it would be a shame if he didn't do something. Young Master Xu's body reaction was definitely faster than his brain, so he sat in the back seat.
As the saying goes, don't talk too much. Young Master Xu turned his head inadvertently and suddenly saw the light of two car headlights heading in this direction.
‘Nima’, he quickly leaned over and closed the car door.
There was a stinging pain in my hand. When I lowered my head, I saw that it had been bitten by an angry woman. Her eyes seemed to say, 'This is what happened last time. How dare you do it again?' ’
Xuchuan had no choice but to push her face towards the car window. The car had stopped only about 20 meters away.
The car that just arrived was obviously not as low-key as the two of them. There was reggae music playing in the car that could be heard hundreds of meters away.
The lights in the car were on, and a man and a woman climbed into the back seat.
"No, I seem to have seen Xie Yi, woo", his voice was blocked. How could Xu Chuan have the mind to care about whether Xie Yi thanked him or not.
But as he often said, the world was really unfriendly to him. Suddenly a car burst out from the bushes behind, its engine roaring and it rushed towards the car twenty meters away. Not only that, the driver stretched out his hand from the car window, holding a 92FS and shooting wildly at the two bad men and women.
Xu Chuan's brain paused for at least two seconds before he reacted, but his body reacted immediately, turning sideways to protect the woman beneath him, and then took out the gun holster thrown on the back seat. He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the car through the window.
By the time he realized what had happened, the car had crashed into the car of the man and woman. The driver continued to fire the gun while increasing the accelerator to push the other man down the hill.
“Oh no, what’s the grudge? Twice a day, that’s too much!”
After encountering two consecutive shootings in one day, Xu Chuan planned to find Allen's father and ask him to contact the Los Angeles City Council to complain about the LAPD. By the way, he would spend money to buy a month's space in Wayne's newspaper to criticize him. Police incompetence and inaction.
It's too much. Is this still America with freedom? Is this still America with sweetness in the air? How can the general public safely communicate with each other in the wild? Can it be better? The most important thing is that Young Master Xu dances Even if you go to the Pacific Ocean, you won't be able to wash away the title of "Dead God". The most important thing is, can't you come out in two **** minutes?
(End of this chapter)