America's Top Player

Chapter 85 Bragging Brother
Every American is familiar with the Latin Kings, especially those living in slums.

These Mexicans often appear on television.

They are the first domestic gang to be cracked down by the FBI, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and Homeland Security Investigations (HSI) since the millennium.

The gang was founded by Latino immigrants in Chicago in the 1950s and is now an organized crime group spread across the United States.

Unlike the black street thugs who engage in petty business, they have legitimate businesses to support themselves.

Every year, tens of thousands of tons of various drugs flow into the United States through the southern border, and one-third of them are destined for Chicago.

The role played by the Latin King is of great significance.

After thinking for a moment, Leon felt that this would be a permanent solution.

When violence encounters a violence that is more powerful than itself, it becomes weak.

“Are these people reliable?”

"Don't worry, they will respect you as much as Don Vito Corleone."

Looking at Elsa's mysterious smile, Leon felt inexplicably relieved.

The next morning, a group of Mexican men appeared outside the hotel. When the hotel guests saw this scene, they panicked and quickly moved away.

They all had black mustaches and their slicked-back hair was meticulously styled with hairspray.

Even in the cold weather of late November, the tattoos on their necks could still be seen through their thick leather jackets.

Their logo is a skull inlaid with five diamond crowns, and the four letters ALKN represent the almighty Latin kingdom.

They were as well-trained as soldiers, lined up and waited for Aisha's instructions.

When Li Ang saw this scene, he was also quite shocked.

This group of vicious gang members were as obedient as pets in front of Elsa.

"Here comes the boss." Aisha pointed at Li Ang and said to the gang members, "This is my boss Li Ang. Now he is also your boss."

"I don't need to repeat what to do next, right?"

"Victor, keep your men under control. Never shoot without Leon's instructions!"

The Mexican man in the lead stroked his mustache, walked out of the queue and came to Leon.

He grinned and extended his right hand, "Now, you are our El Leon."

In Mexican culture, "El" is similar to "Don" in the Italian Mafia and can only be used to name respected people.

Being addressed with such honorifics, Leon understood that the relationship between Aisha and this gang of gangsters might not be simply based on money.

He only spent $30,000 to bribe this group of Mexicans.

If you want these "wild creatures" who dare to fight with law enforcement officers to respect you so much, I'm afraid this amount of money is not enough.

A group of about ten people got into the business car that Aisha had rented in advance and drove to the negotiation location.

Inglewood, adjacent to Compton, is also one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Los Angeles.

In the 90s, a local black drug dealer made one of the greatest inventions in criminal history.

After cocaine was dissolved and crystallized, it was made into "crack", which was more addictive and cheaper, and quickly became popular across the United States.

Choosing this place as the negotiation location already shows that Didi has ulterior motives.

Since he and the West Coast were not on good terms, the negotiation location naturally could not be chosen in Compton, which was full of Crips.

Inglewood, which is equally dangerous and full of gangs and thugs, becomes the best solution.

He wanted to use this to scare Li Ang.

The business car stopped in front of a large video store in Inglewood.

Leon got out of the car surrounded by a group of Mexicans, instantly attracting the attention of the entire street.

Those black street thugs with half of their buttocks exposed didn't even dare to look directly at Li Ang. Everyone knew that this group of people had bad intentions.

When a group of people rushed into the music store, Diddy, who was sitting with his feet up enjoying Justin Bieber's MV, was suddenly stunned.

Just as Leon had thought, the video store was packed with black gang members.

They covered their faces with bandanas, symbols of their gang
Generally speaking, gang members only do this when carrying out criminal activities.

The two sides exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became strangely awkward.

The first to break the awkwardness was Diddy. As the godfather of rap who became famous in the 90s and the owner of Bad Boy Records, he had seen too many more complicated situations than this.

He patted Chris's shoulder and signaled him not to panic.

Daddy takes care of everything!

He offered a cigar in a friendly manner and said, "Take a seat, kid. Long time no see."

"Did you have fun at my party last time?"

Li Ang didn't even pretend anymore. He ignored Didi's attempt to pass him a cigarette and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Diddy smiled awkwardly: "You seem very unfriendly kid, Chris came here with sincerity today."

"Sincerity? If I had shot that Niko twice, I could be sincere too."

Seeing this, Chris on the side couldn't sit still anymore.

He stood up, pointed at Leon and cursed, "M-fxxker! That's Puff Daddy talking to you!"

With someone to rely on, Chris is like a dog being led by its master, with nothing to worry about.

Li Ang did not retort immediately, but lowered his head and coughed twice.

Behind him, Victor took a step forward after receiving the order, walked in front of Chris, and stared at him with narrowed eyes.

Just one look made Chris feel creepy.

His inner subtext was: Just looking at the look in this Mexican man's eyes, I would believe you if you said he had killed someone.
After glancing at Diddy beside him, he suppressed his fear and said, "What do you want to do? F-F-ck, this is our territory."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room full of black gang members came over.

Despite being outnumbered, Victor did not retreat.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the guys in front of him, lowering his voice and uttering a word: "Try."

The scene fell into deathly silence.

At this moment, Li Ang put his feet on the desk of the audio-visual store without any scruples, lit a cigarette and started puffing away.

From now on, mediation between the two parties can be truly fair.

Didi's twenty years of street wisdom told him that this group of Mexicans were not to be trifled with.

He lowered his hands and said to everyone: "EasyEasy (Relax) Everyone is tired of cutting wood."

"Leon, you were signed by JAY-Z himself. Your success today is entirely due to JAY-Z."

"JAY-Z and I have known each other for over 20 years."

"We are a family and shouldn't be in such a mess, don't you think?"

Li Ang smiled and knocked on the table, pointing at Chris and said, "I don't know why this idiot has been against me. I have given him many chances."

The beef between the two has been going on for some time.

The initial cause of this conflict was simply because Li Ang stole Chris's limelight in a commercial performance.

"Fxxk! What stupid things are you talking about? Give me a chance?"

Li Ang spread his hands and said, "Yes, you should thank American civilization. It saved you."

"That's ridiculous. Do you really think you're a big shot on the street? You think..." Chris swallowed his words back halfway through.

Victor has put his hands on his waist, which is the pre-swing of the American Iai skill.

Chris swallowed his saliva and said, "You damn Mexican, dare you pull out a gun? Do you know who I am?"

Victor turned around and looked at Leon, "Mr. Leon?" Leon smiled and nodded in response, which was the permission switch for violence.

Victor pulled a Glock 18 pistol from his waist.

Extended magazine, gold finish.
It is obvious that this is a heavily modified pistol equipped with an automation module.

It can tilt a barrage of fire at a rate of up to 1200 rounds per minute, comparable to an automatic weapon.

Turn on the insurance.

The loading is completed with a "click" sound, and the whole process takes no more than one second.

By the time Chris reacted, the cold muzzle of a gun was already against his head.

He stared with his eyes wide open like a monkey under a spell, his mind blank.

The black gunmen around Didi were stunned for two seconds, then hurriedly took out pistols from their crotches.

The scene in GTA is about to explode.

From the beginning to now, Diddy has been playing with the rare NBA championship ring on his hand.

1970 New York Knicks championship ring.

As Big Brother, he didn't believe any violent conflict could happen under his nose.

Only when the situation got completely out of control did he yell, "Stop it!"

"WTF, Leon, are you crazy? Look at how many guys are in this room. It would be best for you to sit down and have a good talk."

Even in this situation, Puff Daddy still didn't forget to threaten.

The number of Mexicans in the room was clearly not superior to that of blacks.

Leon puffed away his cigarette and lowered his voice to issue a final warning, "Even ten thousand lambs can't kill a lion. Am I right, Victor?"

"You're right, Mr. Leon." Victor responded in a deep voice, the muzzle of the gun always against Chris's head.

Diddy had never expected things to go this far, that this fledgling white guy would choose to solve the problem in the most street-like way.

It was not until he saw the faint crown tattoo on Victor's neck that he understood why this group of Mexicans was so powerful.

"Latin Kings?" Diddy's expression immediately changed from fear to composure. "Listen Bro, I dealt with you guys in the 90s."

"Is El Vega okay? Is he still living in San Diego?"

Didi's enthusiasm was met with Victor's cold reply: "Vega has been dead for a long time. He was shot on the roadside like a wild dog."

"There is no El Vega here, only Mr. El Leon."

"Que"

Seeing that the other party didn't buy his approach of bringing up his acquaintances, Puff Daddy panicked.

Especially after hearing El Leon's name.

The members of the Latin Kings are among the most brutal gangs in the United States, and going to jail is no big deal for them.

They have formed a criminal system that is spread across prisons across the United States, and going to prison is as warm as going home.

Elsa, who had been waiting outside the door, suddenly opened the door and walked in.

She glanced down at her watch and asked, "Isn't it resolved yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Victor's right hand holding the gun suddenly exerted force, and Chris almost fell to the ground.

He could even feel the trigger shift slightly, and life and death were just a matter of a moment.

Even with Puff Daddy's support, his psychological defenses couldn't hold up in the end.

"Fxxk Bro, I was wrong about this. It was my fault from the beginning!"

Li Ang said to Didi, "Did you hear that?"

The boastful Daddy remained silent. Chris could bow his head, but as the big brother, he could not bow his head easily.

He turned to look at the black gunmen around him and found that their eyes were avoiding.

Apparently, these young men didn't want to die yet and didn't have the courage to confront the Latin King and his gang of desperadoes head-on.

"Didi, let me ask you again, did you hear what Chris just said?"

"You're his big brother. I need your assurance that the same thing won't happen again!"

As soon as Leon finished speaking, Aisha signaled with her eyes that all the Latin King members should take two steps forward.

Under this overwhelming pressure, Diddy finally gave in and said, "I understand. This is all Chris's fault."

"I promise this series of events ends here, on my reputation."

After receiving this promise, Li Ang finally revealed a satisfied smile, "Good."

"Music is a business. Whether it was Tupac or Big, their stories happened in the 1990s, and that's over."

Diddy showed a shocked expression. The white guy in front of him was actually hitting him.
According to various exposed information, the deaths of both Tupac and BIG were closely related to P. Diddy.

What Leon meant was: Don't try to use the same method you used against Tupac on me!

"Well, I guess I have to go."

"I have a lot of things to deal with in New York, and my plane leaves in three hours."

After saying that, Li Ang turned around and prepared to leave.

The door to the music store had just opened a crack when he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, Chris, I have a gift for you. Didi, could you step aside for a moment?"

"Gift?"

The anger that Chris had just felt was immediately raised to his throat again, and Didi also tactfully moved away two steps.

"Yes, two small gifts to be exact."

After saying that, Leon nodded to Victor.

The other party immediately understood and, as planned, pulled out another pistol from his waist.

Holding the gun in his left hand, he fired two shots in the direction of Chris.

bang bang-

The bullet passed by Chris's ear, leaving two bullet holes in the poster on the wall behind him.

The poster was a promotional poster for P. Diddy's 1997 debut album, "No Way Out."

The sudden gunshot made Chris bend down subconsciously and crawl under the table in panic.

Diddy's face was filled with horror. "WTF? Are you crazy? Isn't the matter resolved?"

Li Ang explained: "Did you see the video Chris posted on Bluebird? Although it was muted, you must have known that he fired a gun yesterday."

"From now on, this matter is truly even."

An hour after the negotiations ended, Li Ang and the members of Apocalypse Music appeared at Los Angeles International Airport, ready to return to New York.

After this incident, Phil no longer dared to speculate whether the tattoo on Elsa's lower abdomen was a silver pattern.

The real side of this woman is more formidable than her tattooed appearance.

In the VIP boarding room, Li Ang opened the Bluebird.

Unsurprisingly, Chris has deleted all of his tweets.

His most recent tweet read "peace & love".

Fans interpreted the comments below as a sign that Chris and "Street Coconut Crisp" were breaking the ice.

Seeing this, Li Ang smiled with relief. It turns out that personality is life for a rapper.

Leaving a message of love and peace is the best solution for Chris to show weakness while preserving his face to the greatest extent.

(End of this chapter)