Chapter 982: Fucked papo

Los Angeles International Airport.
　　 "Paul, haha..." Papo couldn't believe it when he saw Paul wearing a white suit, Italian custom crocodile leather shoes, and a gold-tipped cane in his hand.
　　Look at the neckline of his suit, there is also a silk scarf.
　　 Oh... buy... Karma...
　　 This is really incredible. Isn't it true that Paul is coming to him now?
　　 "Pappo..." After a warm hug, Paul asked him about his current situation: "It seems that you are doing well, how is your business?"
　　 "Yes, the business is really good, but it's all sloppy things...look at you." Papo said with a chuckle.
　　 "Do you like it? I can give you a lot." Paul grabbed the corner of the coat, pulled it away, and turned to say.
　　 "Still not." The two said as they boarded the car and drove towards the hotel.
　　 "Go to the intersection of 10th and 37th Streets first, I want to see the business of the three indiscretions." Paul's smile was a bit ironic, making Papo a little uncomfortable.
　　 Soon the car stopped in an old house area, the three-story old building with peeling paint, the ground was full of garbage and used umbrellas, and there was no smell that could not be dissipated.
　　336 A few figures were sprayed on the iron gate, which is the only one that looks clean here.
　　 Paul's "Lambo" stepped on the door and looked like a robot without emotions, ruthlessly.
　　 Papo was very envious of the people that followed him. He had seen the hands of these people firsthand. For them, it was no different from killing a man and shooting a fly.
　　 The door of the room was opened from the inside, and a fleshy mountain enough to block the whole door blocked the way in.
　　 "It's me, Pappo." The other party saw Pappo in the back, and sideways sideways indifferently.
　　 The room is a small studio-like place, with busy staff, naked women, men with a brave and strong Indian horn helmet.
　　 "Hi, Pappo..."
　　 "Pappo, how are you doing?"
　　 "Boss, it's Jane Harlow playing now, do you want a shot?"
　　 Riots are everywhere, almost everyone is saying hello to Papo, like a popular geek.
　　 "How much can I shoot every day here?" Paul doesn't care how he handles business, he only cares about how much he can earn.
　　 "1, at least..." Papo is very proud of this.
　　He has the best team in America, the best actor's staff, and the films made here can always fill the midnight theater.
　　 "Hey JJ, you can't do this." Sudden noise interrupted Papo's triumph, and a black man in the corner was arguing with the director.
　　 "What's going on here?" In view of Paul's presence, Papo personally came forward to end this dispute for whatever reason.
　　 "Pappo, he wants to add money temporarily..." The director pointed to the black man named ‘JJ’.
　　 "Who is he?" Papo couldn't figure out who this guy was like a nouveau.
　　 What else is he wearing, Rolex?
"JJ, there are my girls in this scene. They are my good babies." Close to Papo, the eyes are full of confidence.
　　As if doing this made him feel like a man, fearless.
　　 "His girl?" Papo turned to look at the director. He thought they were all'professional' actors.
　　 "JJ is a pimp, and her girl works here." Looking at Dupapo's unbelievable expression, the director didn't care: "I always have to give money anyway."
　　Yeah, you always have to give money, and it doesn’t matter what you give it, as long as you can shoot it.
　　 "My time is precious, 100 yuan, otherwise I will take her away from here to do what she should do."
　　JJ has a regular customer who is willing to bid 80 yuan. Lion Zhangkou wants the film to be paid 100 yuan. He is not worried that he will be rejected.
　　 This kind of thing has happened many times, and each time the other party will compromise, who let his girl make people burn.
boom!
　　 There was a gunshot, JJ fell down, and there was a scream immediately at the scene, everyone was terrified by this sudden scene.
　　 Paul was holding a cigar, watching the convulsions on the ground, still yelling at the of ‘fk’, frowning and pulling the trigger.
　　 Bang, Bang...
　　 Blowing at the smoking muzzle, Paul sneered at Pappo and said, "This is your way, threatened by a pimp?"
　　 "Oh, God, you killed him like that, who are you?" the director yelled incredulously.
　　 "Shut up." Papo yelled angrily with his hands on his hips.
　　 His face was lost, and now he should think about how to deal with these troubles and let the film finish successfully.
　　If something like this happens, and he can't ensure that the film is produced today, and he can earn the money that he should get, Paul will be more angry.
　　 "Hey, I didn't kill anyone." Paul, who heard the director's accusation, laughed and threw his hands and feet to the bodyguard behind him.
　　The other party took out the kerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the whole gun calmly and carefully any place where fingerprints might be left, so quietly...
"Look, he did it. If you want, you can call 911..." After Paul finished, the bodyguard who had wiped the gun once, grasped the handle with his own hands~EbookFREE.me~ Arms straight at the director's head.
　　 "Paul, Paul, he is ours, I promise there will be no trouble." Papo raised his hands in front of the director, and at the same time signaled the other party to get away quickly.
　　Fk, these who only know how to trouble him.
　　 "Pappo, I made you stare at trouble, but I never said I could only use your eyes." Paul shook his head in disappointment.
　　 "Paul, I..." Papo wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say.
　　 "Still looking at what you are doing, continue what you have done before, do it!" Paul said aloud, and left impatiently.
　　 "Paul...Paul..." Papo wanted to stop him, but he only waited for an indifferent back, ‘fk, fk, fk...’
　　 "Tommy, I want you to figure out who is standing behind these guys." Paul walked out of the disgusting room, and Paul's expression was better.
　　 "Then what?" Tommy said quietly.
　　 "Do what you want, let them know who belongs to this site..." Paul's expression became angry.
　　 waved his hand and threw away the cigar, and snarled, "I shouldn't have given this to an idiot mentally retarded."
　　 "Let Papa give me a list of his men, it seems that I want to pick a strong cowboy." Paul decided to find someone to take care of the business in Los Angeles.
　　 Papo is a good deputy and loyal enough, but for now, he is not alone.
　　 Perhaps, it is better to let him go back to himself and be a loyal and easy-to-use man. It is better than messing up everything.