Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 1302: Fire (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)

It didn't take long for the news of Xu Chuan's appearance in the hospital to be on the major media and online platforms.

Of course, some of his subsequent saucy operations were also displayed in front of the audience.

Contrary to what many people thought, his behavior was not as disgusted by the people of Los Angeles as some had hoped.

On the contrary, many people are applauding what he did to Sean Combs.

Everything this guy has done can be described as scum.

He has been involved in several cases of injury and even murder, but the fact that he is still alive and kicking now shows how many people have protected him.

At this time, someone who could cure him suddenly appeared, and everyone was really happy to see the result and wanted to see the joke.

Who cares whether Xu Chuan really knows any kung fu.

Anyway, no matter what, the video and photos of Sean Combs being pulled against the car window and paraded with his bare buttocks have spread throughout the hip-hop circles on the east and west coasts.

Of course Twitter plays a very big role here.

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"Damn it, I will never let that **** go."

At this time, Sean Combs, who had recovered after being beaten by Xu Chuan, was sitting in his mansion in Los Angeles and saying harsh words.

The left half of his face was swollen, and his voice was somewhat slurred.

His girlfriend Ariel Tula sat next to him and smiled calmly.

She knew very well how bluffing this guy was. He couldn't mess with that Asian, and even the people behind him could only find connections and owe favors to get him to save him.

And these are clearly priced in the United States and must be repaid.

Others may not know Sean Combs well, but she knows him too well. Now this guy must be regretting why he provoked Sheila today.

However, this matter is not up to him. He simply cannot refuse the task given by the person above him.

"Hey, Sean, did you forget about our party..."

One of Sean's friends comes in from outside, and these creatures of the night make an appointment to go to another person's house to celebrate the other person's winning of the night's award.

"Fuck, I don't want to move right now, and a **** pheasant award is nothing to celebrate."

"Hey, brother, don't be so disappointed, that guy has prepared some pretty good stuff."

Sean Coombs was moved by the other party. The most important thing in this circle is to be gregarious.

Moreover, the place where the party was held was not far from his place. They were all in the same community and could be considered neighbors.

He had just moved to Los Angeles from New York and was trying to make friends with his neighbors.

…

"The surveillance has been taken care of. We have updated more than one million cameras in Los Angeles, so we can control their surveillance system at any time."

In the past few years, Xu Chuan has donated a large amount of police and public safety equipment to the LAPD and the city of Los Angeles in the name of UC Technology.

Including various non-lethal weapons and individual protective equipment, of course, a facial recognition system covering the entire Los Angeles area has already achieved initial results.

As for how this kind of system, which is obviously unlikely to be passed by state parliaments in the United States, was installed, well, it’s just a matter of not telling them.

And Commissioner Smith also needs to eat.

Xu Chuan did not go back to the apartment with Xila, but got out of the car halfway and then met Curtis.

The two of them arrived outside Sean Combs' mansion together, and it was obvious that Xu Chuan had no intention of letting each other go.

I looked back at the box of beer bottles with added ingredients on the back seat. Well, it could be called a Molotov cocktail.

This thing is basically gasoline plus kerosene plus various thickeners and combustion accelerants, such as sugar. The mouth of the bottle is blocked with a cloth strip soaked in kerosene and a fuse is installed.

This eliminates the need to ignite directly and is easier to operate.

Well, professionals do beautiful work.

Xu Chuan wore a ski mask on his face and a set of dark blue overalls. He looked a little bloated and had slightly changed his body shape.

"According to Birkhoff, we have about ten minutes."

Curtis, who was also dressed in the same outfit, replied nonchalantly, "BOSS, we definitely won't take that long."

"That's true. You're famous for being fast."

Curtis tilted his head and thought for a while, feeling that what the other party said was not that simple.

"Fuck you..."

Although he couldn't understand it, he knew that just scolding him would be the right thing to do.

"That Sean Combs went to his neighbor's house three hundred meters away and is probably high now."

Curtis took out his phone and found Sean Combs' Twitter account. The guy posted a selfie with his friend and said he had a great time at his neighbor's house.

"So, BOSS, should we burn his house down first, or go over there first."

Xu Chuan sat in the car and thought for a while, then looked at the lights not far away and said, "Go to his neighbor first."

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Of course, Sean Combs didn't know about a certain vindictive guy, and he didn't give up making trouble for him.

He was having a great time right now, and a group of people who were high on drugs and alcohol were playing group games on the extra-large bed in the room.

He no longer knew who the woman underneath him was. Maybe she was his friend's wife? Forget it, never mind it.

The other two men high-fived each other after Ariel Tula's body moved in tandem, and then changed positions.

She was obviously a drugged woman, and there was nothing but desire in her eyes.

The scene was quite chaotic for a time.

"Hey, I have an idea."

Sean Combs, who did not stop moving, said excitedly, "We can dig a tunnel, and then... hahaha."

He felt that he was simply a genius.

Just as others were about to join in, they heard something seemed to hit the window in the next room, and then the people inside screamed.

"Ha, Watson, were you bitten?"

One of them laughed and cursed.

Then he heard the sound of the glass in his room breaking, and a bottle that flew in hit the wall directly, instantly igniting a flame.

"Oh, shit!"

Everyone who had taken the drug woke up almost instantly, and a group of men and women ran out without taking their clothes.

By this time, fires were burning in several rooms of the house, and the fire outside the house seemed to be even bigger.

"WTF?"

What was going on? The brains affected by the drug did not allow the people who ran out to make correct judgments. Instead, they all picked up their mobile phones and took videos.

The owner of the house, who was exercising with Sean just now, was even more confused as he watched the mansion he bought for more than 7 million US dollars being gradually engulfed by fire.

Not to mention calling the police, he even forgot that he was not wearing any clothes.

Sean Combs took a towel thrown by someone from the ground and wrapped it around his waist. Just as he was about to step forward to comfort his friend, a Molotov cocktail flew over.

It hit his feet directly, and with a bang, a ball of flames with an unpleasant smell immediately hit his face. A scream reached Xu Chuan's ears. After throwing the last Molotov cocktail, he immediately used the darkness to roll into the side yard, and then walked through the yard from the darkness and came out from the other side.

They have another goal...

The fire department in this affluent community responded quickly, but no matter how quick it was, it couldn't be compared to the destructive power of fueled Molotov cocktails on wooden structures.

By the time they arrived, the fire at Sean's friend's house had nearly destroyed his house and ignited the neighboring house.

On the other side, Sean Coombs's own house was half burned.

"Ha, I'm happy this time."

Xu Chuan, who was sitting in the car, kicked the back of Curtis' seat excitedly.

By this time, all the beer bottles on the back seat had disappeared. Where did they go? No need to ask.

Curtis adjusted his seat speechlessly, and then said to Xu Chuan seriously, "BOSS, do you know what the newspapers will say about you tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter. I took a photo with that idiot in the hospital before, and we laughed it off. And he signed the agreement. What reason do I have to target him?"

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

He will send the contract to the media early tomorrow morning to let everyone see how much money he will lose if Sean Combs dies.

"No, BOSS, what I'm saying is, your name as the God of Doom will definitely be on the headlines tomorrow."

But Xu Chuan didn't care, "Tch, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

Looking back at the increasingly distant fire, Xu Chuan chuckled lightly.

He didn't care if anyone suspected him of doing it. This was America, and it wasn't a bad thing if people knew you dared to kill people and set fires.

Let those who want to cause trouble for him think carefully before acting.

Just like Reliance Industries before, companies that compete with Umbrella in North Africa have basically disappeared after the other party surrendered.

It is not that they are withdrawing, but that they are sending a signal that they hope for peaceful coexistence.

That sentence is very correct. Wherever they can be unreasonable, they will definitely be unreasonable. If they can be unreasonable at all, they will be forced to do so.

So Xu Chuan has no intention of coexisting peacefully with them. He will grab whatever he can without giving them face, otherwise these people will think you are afraid.

Don't worry that these people will try their best. If they quit once, they will quit a second time until they slowly adapt.

Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, but the same applies to the United States.

"BOSS, NIKI said they will come to Los Angeles in the next few days. They seem to have found something amazing."

Before getting off the car, Curtis told Xu Chuan that Nikita sent him a message asking Xu Chuan to stay in Los Angeles for a few days.

Xu Chuan glanced at the message on the tactical terminal, nodded and replied, "I will stay until the Grammy Awards is over and then go to Houston. Our satellite can finally be launched."

Curtis made a look of realization, okay, he forgot about it.

"Ha, that guy Birkhoff must be very happy that the Internet speed can be faster."

In their eyes, the role of satellites is to access the Internet faster.

Well, from a certain perspective, that seems to be true.

"Take care of all the rest, then contact Swager and they will raid Sean's home in New York as soon as possible."

When the two broke up, Xu Chuan told the other party.

Curtis gave him a reassuring gesture and drove away.

Afterwards, he found a remote parking lot, used disinfectant and bleach to remove all traces of the car, then doused the car with gasoline and lit it on fire.

After doing all this, he walked painfully across two streets, picked up his car in another parking lot, and left the scene.

At this time, Xu Chuan had already started the second half with Xue La in his arms.

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The fire burned so big that the fire brigade didn't put it out until almost dawn, or it could be said that there was nothing to burn and the fire was extinguished naturally.

The two houses owned by Sean and his friends were completely burned to ashes.

One third of the other affected house was burned down.

Well, it's actually no different from burning.

The unlucky homeowners have not returned from their vacation abroad. Well, I hope they are in a good mood during their vacation.

After the news report came out in the morning, everyone realized that what happened last night was actually from the previous episode.

Ha, not only did Sean Combs' house burn down, but he was once again admitted to the hospital, but this time with burns.

A Molotov cocktail exploded at his feet, igniting the towel and lower body he was wearing.

Fortunately, the people around him rescued him in time, but the super-adhesive flames left permanent burns on Sean's lower body.

It was obvious that someone was setting the fire.

Everyone's first reaction was that the God of Doom did it, but the police found no evidence at the scene.

Not only that, the media also obtained a copy of the hundreds of pages of the contract, which clearly stated that in order to pay for treatment, Sean Combs would need to pay $6 million per year until his death.

Well, let’s not talk about whether this contract is legal or not. According to common sense, no one will give up on this contract worth tens of millions.

And at this time, an East Coast rapper posted a video mocking Sean Combs online, and the words in it seemed to indicate that he was the one who did it.

These two people didn't get along and both had gang backgrounds, so this seemed very reasonable.

Xu Chuan frowned after receiving the news. He didn't quite understand what this guy who appeared out of nowhere meant.

And this guy's behavior disrupted his plans.

But at this time, he couldn't stand up and refute. Could it be that there was something wrong with this guy's brain and it was me who did this?

The one with the problem in his brain should be himself.

"Dear~"

Sheila, who was only wearing a silk nightgown, hugged him from behind.

"woke up?"

Xu Chuan held the person in front of him and asked, "Coffee or milk?"

Sheila came up and kissed him, then turned to look at the TV news.

After listening to a few sentences, this smart woman knew what Xu Chuan did last night.

To be honest, she was a little moved. She turned around and hugged him, but she didn't ask anything.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at him playfully like a little girl, "Honey, come with me to the recording studio later."

Xu Chuan did not notice the other party's inner activities, but picked up the remote control and switched to the singer who was mocking Sean, "Okay, but first, tell me who this guy is."

Xue La looked at the TV, and then explained to Xu Chuan the relationship between the two people.

To put it simply, Sean Combs was once involved in a murder case against a certain rapper, and the person who mocked him was a good friend of the deceased.

So he and Sean Combs are almost incompatible.

"So that's the case, that makes sense..."

Xu Chuan held his chin and muttered to himself.