Chapter 103 This is very reasonable

Over the vast skies of North America, a Gulfstream IV-SP private jet was flying from east to west.

At this time, Gulfstream, a subsidiary of General Dynamics, was already a world-renowned private aircraft manufacturer.

But the various Gulfstream GXXs of later generations had not yet appeared at this time.

In a few years, Gulfstream will change its naming convention.

Since then, all Gulfstream aircraft have been numbered G+.

Prior to that, Gulfstream's aircraft were mainly Gulfstream IV models.

The IV-SP is an upgraded version of the Gulfstream IV, larger and heavier, with increased payload and range.

It takes 6 hours to fly from New York to Los Angeles.

Inside the private plane, Milo was lying at an altitude of 30,000 feet above the ground, wearing an eye mask and dozing off.

Today is March 7th.

After taking care of the investment company's affairs, Ariana went to Harvard.

Milo is now preparing to return to the West Coast.

After all, in addition to investment companies.

Most of his industries and companies are now in San Francisco and Los Angeles on the West Coast.

As the private plane slowly taxied and stopped on the private tarmac at Los Angeles International Airport.

It was already deep into the night, with the moon already at its zenith and the stars growing brighter.

Milo wore a black windbreaker as the wind in Los Angeles was a bit strong today.

As he walked down the ladder, the night wind blew his hair, making a rustling sound.

Without stopping, he bent down and got into an inconspicuous black Chevrolet SUV and quickly drove off the tarmac.

Although it was late at night, the lights were still on in Beverly Hills, Hollywood.

Even if the luxurious villas are surrounded by vegetation, they cannot block the brightness illuminated by outdoor spotlights.

On the mountain road, the SUV does not travel very fast.

For the stars in Beverly Hills today, late at night may just be the time for various parties to take place. From time to time, you can see a few convertible sports cars roaring down the hill, and hear the unbridled laughter and shouting of men and women.

Inside the dim car, the light and shadow flickered under the passing street lamps, making Milo's eyes, which were gazing at the scenery outside the window, even brighter.

The car drove slowly into a forest with swaying tree shadows, turned again halfway and drove into a small road, stopping between two dense bushes.

Milo turned up the collar of his windbreaker, got out of the car, and walked quickly around to an iron gate of the villa hidden in the artistically trimmed bushes.

Kenny had already taken out the satellite phone and informed the other party to prepare to open the door in advance.

Milo stepped into the small iron gate and saw a female bodyguard in a black suit. This was one of the three bodyguards he left in Beverly Hills.

Nodding slightly to the female bodyguard, Milo asked, "Is she asleep?"

"Not yet. I've been waiting for you."

"Yes, thank you."

Milo nodded, walked quickly across the lawn, entered the villa, walked through the corridor, and saw that only a few dim table lamps were on in the living room.

The TV was still on, but the volume was very low.

He took off his windbreaker and threw it on the sofa, then went upstairs impatiently.

Pushing open the bedroom door, their eyes met. Zeta-Jones, with long golden hair and beautiful eyes, supported her head with her arms. She was only wearing a red silk suspender nightgown with very little fabric. She was half lying facing the door with a faint smile on her lips and a charming face. Her long, slender legs rubbed against each other from time to time, showing her extremely seductive look.

Looking at the English Rose's beautiful eyes that were already misty and full of spring, and the neckline of her suspender nightgown showing off her full bust, Milo narrowed his eyes into crescents, closed the door, and walked forward while beginning to perform his special skill of shed shelling.

"My dear, you look gorgeous today!"

"Hehe, what are you waiting for..."

Since then, things have turned upside down.

Maybe the door was not closed properly, so the noise was very loud.

Monica Bellucci, the life assistant who was sorting documents downstairs, couldn't help rolling her eyes.

But she chose not to go up and fight alongside Zeta-Jones.

One reason was that she had been eating a lot in New York during this period.

She didn't want to cheer Zeta-Jones for no reason.

Cloud dragons dance all night.

The next day, at eleven o'clock in the morning.

In front of the police station in Los Angeles.

Also known as the Los Angeles Police Department, abbreviated as LAPD.

The agency has nearly 9,900 officers and more than 3,000 civilian staff, covering an area of ​​1,230 square kilometers and a population of more than 3.8 million, making it one of the largest law enforcement agencies in the United States.

Of course, it is one.

The largest police department in the United States is still in New York, with more than 50,000 employees...

Click, click~

In front of the Los Angeles Police Department, Milo was surrounded by a group of smiling LAPD officers.

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Amid the constant sound of shutter clicks.

With a smile on his face, he shook hands and took photos with the Los Angeles Police Chief, the San Francisco Police Chief, and California Attorney General Willie Brown.

“… Today, I stand here and express my respect for the guardians of our city, our peaceful dream builders.”

"…They work tirelessly day and night to protect our homes, so that evil has nowhere to hide and justice is served. Their efforts are the cornerstone of our peaceful lives and an important force for social stability."

“…Let us work together to create a safer and freer social environment!”

“Thank you everyone!”

After delivering a short speech, under the flash lights of reporters.

Milo hugged Willie Brown again, along with all eleven police chiefs.

Then he was surrounded by happy policemen and taken to the Los Angeles Police Department.

Inside, the California cops threw a party for Milo.

And all this is because Milo did it in his personal capacity.

He donated between $3 million and $10 million to foundations and nonprofit organizations owned by the LAPD and SFPD, as well as other police departments in California.

In the United States, individuals or companies can donate to the police department.

For example, there is an organization in California called the 11-99 Foundation.

It specifically provides financial assistance to California Highway Patrol officers.

When the donation reaches a certain amount, you will receive a small gift from the foundation.

The small gift is something called an "11-99 license plate frame".

After installing this license plate frame on your car, it usually means that you have become a member of the California Highway Police.

As long as you don't step on the engine until it smokes, most police officers will turn a blind eye.

Even if you go to other states, your highway police colleagues in other states will give you some face.

Especially now in the 1990s, the 11-99 license plate basically allows the owner to fly an airplane on the highway without being arrested.

And this can be achieved with a donation of only $1,800.

But now, Milo has a total of eleven police station foundations under their names.

The total donation amounted to nearly $45 million, making it the largest donation ever received by California police.

As for California Attorney General Willie Brown...although this black man is the boss of the California judiciary, the police are not under his jurisdiction.

Willy Brown came anyway because the charitable foundation under his wife's name recently received several donations of tens of thousands of dollars.

When the donations were finally totaled, they added up to exactly one million dollars.

Coincidentally, Willy Brown came to Los Angeles on business today and happened to pass by the Los Angeles Police Department. He accidentally discovered that the California police were so lively.

The Attorney General, who loves the fun, joined in the celebration with everyone. This made perfect sense.

(End of this chapter)