Hollywood starts with an agent

Chapter 67 You’re out of the army
In a cafe on West 61st Street in South-Central Los Angeles, John Singleton frowned as he looked across at a black man with dreadlocks.

"Lor, in the past half month, you have delayed our crew's filming three times, causing us great losses;"

"Besides, we've already told Boss Juan that we can film here, and his people are cooperating with us. You're going against Juan's wishes by doing this!"

John Singleton was furious because the gang had come to the set of Boyz n the Hood three weeks into filming and had already sabotaged it three times.

Lor, with his dreadlocks and burly build, just looked at John Singleton and smiled. "Your crew came here to film, and you only greeted Cripple Juan. Do you look down on us Blood Gang?"

John Singleton is concerned about the filming schedule for "Boyz n the Hood," which is set to be released next spring.

He spread his hands and said, "OK, Lor, you can tell me what you want?"

Lor grinned widely, revealing two rows of white teeth on his dark face. He stretched out two fingers and shook them. "Two hundred thousand dollars, and I swear to God, there will be no more harassment from your crew!"

"This is impossible," John Singleton shouted excitedly, "We have sent someone to inform Juan."

Lor shook the big gold chain on his chest and walked out of the cafe. "Then you can only ask Juan to protect you forever!"

After Lor left, John Singleton sighed. Neither the police nor Juan could protect the crew forever;

These small gangs are really hard to guard against.

At this time, Jack Wells came over and patted John Singleton on the shoulder, "I have already informed Aaron, we will handle this matter, you can go back to filming with peace of mind!"

John Singleton nodded.

In the afternoon, Jack Wells found Aaron and talked to him in detail about the problems of "Boyz on the Hood".

"Didn't they say they had a deal with Juan the Cripple from that neighborhood?"

Aaron was speechless, "Can't three or four punks handle it?"

Jack Wells smiled helplessly, "Most of the black people in that neighborhood are gang members, and the membership itself is complicated;"

"Crip Juan can control most of them, but those few are from other gangs, and they always show up when the police and Juan's men are not around!"

Aaron understood, this is impossible to defend against?

"20, haha, enough to buy a few lives!"

How could Aaron take this initiative? Otherwise, would anyone who came here have to pay for it themselves?

"Boyz on the Hood cost $500 million, and these bastards are wasting my money!"

Jack Wells looked at Aaron and said, "I'll go deal with them. We can't let them affect the crew's filming progress. They're just three or four low-class black people. No one will pay attention to them."

"As long as we deal with Lor, everything should be fine. You know, people die in the black community every day!"

500 million US dollars is a huge sum of money. Of course Aaron cares about it. If he lets these guys continue to make trouble, he wonders how much he will lose.

"Now go keep an eye on the area around the set and have someone look for Lor's lair."

"I'll find someone to do the job when the time comes!"

Originally, Aaron had been paying close attention to the filming of "Ghost", but he didn't expect that there would be problems with "Boyz n the Hood"?
And Juan the Lame seems to be rubbish too.

"Did you agree?"

Aaron nodded, "Since they want my money, it's unearned money, and God won't allow this;"

"Convince them to repent to God!"

Aaron is in a bad mood now. Is he really in a bad mood because someone wants his money?
This makes me feel very confused.

"Okay, wait for my call!" Jack Wells was very willing to send them to see God, and it was not his business to repent or anything like that.

Soon, the two went to the set of "Boyz on the Hood" together, and Aaron stayed to see which bastards wanted his money?

Jack Wells left quickly.

In the evening, at the intersection of West 75th Street, a black youth came to a telephone booth, made a call, and then hurried to the intersection.

"75th Street, Apartment 550, three people, Lor is inside, someone just saw them go in!"

Jack Wells nodded and gave the other party a hundred dollars. The black youth quickly disappeared into the night. Then, Jack Wells called his friend.

Half an hour later, Jack Wells and his friend John Levine drove to the vicinity of Apartment 75, 550th Street.

The small two-story apartment is dilapidated, dirty, and the exterior walls are covered with graffiti!
John Levin was a German-American with a fierce appearance and sharp skills. He was a scavenger and had long-standing connections with the Wells family. He immediately took out two pistols with silencers and said, "I modified them myself. They are black market products. Try them."

Jack Wells took the pistol, played with it skillfully for a few times, and revealed a satisfied look. "Wait another hour and it will be early morning. Then we can take action!"

In the dark neighborhood, the dilapidated and yellowed street lights in the distance could not illuminate clearly. John Levine and Jack Wells were like two lone wolves in the dark night, staring at their prey.

"It's time," Jack Wells checked his watch.

Then, the two men put on the Crip Gang's symbols such as bandanas and gloves, took pistols and daggers, and got out of the car.

I found apartment 550 and quietly climbed into the house through the window. It was a one-bedroom, one-living room layout.

"There's no one on the first floor, they should all be on the second floor!"

Jack Wells pointed upstairs.

John Levin nodded and went straight to the second floor with Jack Wells.

"Well, who are you?"

Just as the two men reached the second floor, a dazed black man came out of the bathroom and saw two dark shadows in front of him.

"Fuck," Jack Wells cursed.

Before the other party could react, John stepped forward and grabbed the black man's neck.

"Uh... uh..."

"Puchi," the dagger pierced the neck, and John raised the knife and slashed it down. The black man was pinned down until the sound of struggle disappeared.

Jack Wells also reacted, looked at the man still lying on the sofa, raised his hand and fired two shots accompanied by screams, and then shot him in the head after walking closer;
John Levine then let go and rushed to the next room with Jack Wells.

"Wait, I'm Lor from the Blood Gang. My money is here. I can..."

When Lor, who had just jumped out of the bed naked, was about to explain something, Jack Wells raised his hand and shot him down with two shots!

"You," Lor stared at the two people in front of him with wide eyes and blood spitting out of his mouth, looking at them in disbelief.

"Is the man outside dead?" Jack Wells asked.

"Dead, peacefully, but with a bit too much blood," John Levine grinned.
"Jack, you've made your mark!"

Looking at Lor lying on the ground, he stretched out his arms and said, "Ambulance..."

"Go find the money. This guy just said he had some money," Jack Wells said as he squatted down.

Grabbing the other person's hair, he said, "Lor, right? Don't be afraid, really, don't be afraid. Tell me quickly, where is the money?"

Lor gasped and pointed to the drawer of the bedside table.

John Levine opened it and found several hundred dollars plus a large gold chain and other accessories inside, which he grabbed all at once.

"who are you?"

"Chi..." Jack fired another shot, hitting the opponent's head directly, "You talk too much!"

"Let's go. This gold chain is fake." John looked at the gold chain and then looked at Jack Wells. "Do you believe it can float in water?"

Jack Wells' smile faded. "He's just a small boss after all. How can he only have a few hundred dollars?"

John then pulled out the Crips symbol from his pocket and threw it on the ground. "Alright, let's get out of here..."

　This chapter has been revised. If I had seen it during the day, I would have revised it long ago. It's not like I was on an IV drip for half a day and only came back at night...

　　Take advice!

　　
　
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