"I... have an appointment with someone, and we're going to have dinner together later."
Alan didn't want to talk to him about anything. For this kind of thing, it was enough to give advice once. If he gave too many suggestions, who would be responsible if something went wrong next time?
No matter how good your plan is, it will be useless when you meet this couple. Instead of wasting time, you might as well have some fun.
Moreover, at this time, does he have to go and comfort Boss Cha?
Alan doesn't have that ability, so he can only leave this matter alone. Let Boss Cha be angry first and let him think about it himself. When he has thought it through and calmed down, can't he just talk about it on the way back?
…
Boss Cha looked at Allen with a gloomy face and understood what he meant. He did not continue to force Allen. Instead, he took a deep breath and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that I am too impatient. Okay... I will adjust myself."
After saying this, Alan looked at Boss Cha with some surprise.
That's right. As the crown prince, it's important for him to be a bit cunning. But in such a short time, he was able to calm down a little. It's true that Boss Cha is very patient!
"Your Highness...how about I find you an Indian actress or something, so you can relax tonight?"
Alan winked and gave Boss Cha a suggestion.
"roll!"
Compared to Allen, Boss Cha is already pure and innocent. Although he has been promiscuous, he doesn't have many partners...
Moreover, he would never do anything rash when he was outside. He paid great attention to his appearance and reputation, yet he was always scolded for this.
If he dares to be like Allen, who always wants to have fun wherever he goes, then he doesn't need to wait for the outside media to criticize him, the Queen will make him suffer.
The Queen hates it most when the men in her family have affairs. Although Prince Philip is the best among them, it is because of Prince Philip's actions that the Queen has a shadow on this aspect.
Allen looked at the traffic outside the window and said, "Your Highness, I'll leave as soon as we get back to the hotel. You don't have to urge me."
“…”
Boss Cha took a deep breath, glared at Alan, bent down and reached into the cigar cabinet for a cigar. He was very angry now and needed to adjust himself.
…
Thousands of kilometers away from Mumbai, Los Angeles, America.
Several Koreans who had arrived in Los Angeles to rest for a while lived in a small detached villa arranged for them by old Carl in the suburbs of Los Angeles.
This is an immigrant community, new immigrants.
The security situation in the entire community is very poor, and there are a lot of foreign population, mostly Latino and Asian immigrants, as well as some black thugs.
Due to the poor security, the police rarely appear here, so... it is easy to hide!
It was past eight o'clock in the evening and Los Angeles had lost its usual hustle and bustle.
The nightlife here is very monotonous, not as lively at night as some people imagine. The nightlife in Los Angeles is okay during the day, but not at night.
At night...all the blocks are dominated by major gangs. Ordinary people, if they don't have urgent matters and don't want to get into trouble, try to stay out as little as possible, especially in the suburbs.
The street lights on the road were still on, but there were a few damaged ones occasionally, casting long shadows, standing quietly in the darkness.
Groups of black guys stood in the shadows under the street lights, silently watching a large Chevrolet van driving out of the villa.
The little black guys looked at each other tacitly, and one of them, a tall and strong black guy, walked to the Chevrolet in a casual manner and knocked on the window.
There were several sounds of hand cranking the gear lever, and the manual car window rolled down for a long time and then halfway down. An Asian face sat in the passenger seat, and before Xiao Heizi could say anything, a black muzzle of a gun was pressed against Xiao Heizi's forehead.
A strangely accented English voice shouted: "I'll count to three, get out of my sight."
"Oh oh oh! Brother, please speak properly. I'm just asking for directions."
The black guy immediately raised his hands and admitted defeat in a very cowardly manner. Seeing that the Asian man was still pointing a gun at him, he made a gesture with his raised hands, and the other black guys behind him who were about to surround the Chevrolet car immediately ran away.
"Brother, don't shoot, let's talk it over."
"Bang!"
"Say your mother! Get out!"
As soon as Xiao Heizi finished speaking, a gunshot was heard and the bullet grazed Xiao Heizi's ear and shot out.
"ah!"
Xiao Heizi was stunned for a long time, shocked by the behavior of this ruthless Asian man. It was several seconds later that he felt the pain in his ear. His left ear was broken!
Covering his ears with one hand, Xiao Heizi bent over, screaming and running towards the shadows nearby.
The Asian man sitting in the passenger seat with a gun watched the little black guy run into the shadows, and seemed to be pointing this way and that way with the others, without even aiming.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
After emptying the magazine, the Asian man laughed a few times as he watched the little black guy screaming and running away in a panic, then rolled up the window again.
…
Li Zairong watched the car window finally close, then glanced at the ruthless man sitting in the passenger seat, feeling a little frightened.
If it were in South Korea, if someone dared to stop the car in front of him, his entire family would have been sent to prison.
But now this is America, Los Angeles, known as the city of sin.
This is not his home. Here at night, whoever has a gun, is brave, and has more people can stand and speak!
But tonight, they needed to go out for some errands.
Li Zairong felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of the fierce Sir Carl.
He was originally in Wales, supervising the construction progress of the construction site. The electronics factory was finally completed, and he only needed to be its supervisor honestly. After a few more years, he could return home.
Who would have thought that just a few days after the Christmas break, he would be brought to America, to Los Angeles.
Just hide in this crappy community, keep contacting people and checking plans.
Li Zairong did not want to engage in any acts of resistance or revenge such as venting anger for his compatriots.
But old Karl made it very clear that this was the task assigned by the count.
If he fails to complete it, if this plan cannot be completed under his full leadership.
Those who died then...
He will become Li Zairong himself!
Whether to kill others or die himself, Li Zairong didn't have to choose at all, he could only surrender.
Fortunately, old Carl equipped him with several very capable subordinates, each of whom has his own skills, which makes it easier for him to complete his plan.
Thinking of this, Li Zairong leaned back, thought about the plan for a while, and made up an excuse to vent the anger of the Korean supermarket owner who failed in the appeal.
It’s a very simple goal, but to achieve it, you need to do something big.
But Sir Carl said that all he had to do was to kill a few of the little crooks and make a little more of a fuss, and when he finished the job, he would buy him a ticket back to Wales.
…
The entrance to Koreatown in Los Angeles.
The supermarket on the street is the one where a black guy stole things from the store. The boss lady killed the black guy in return, and the court demanded compensation from her.
On the rooftop of an old four-story residential building 150 meters across the street.
Old Carl and a few of his men stood quietly on the edge of the roof. There was a camera installed next to them facing the small Korean supermarket. They stood in the dark and took pictures of bright places. Although the final imaging effect would not be very good, it was enough.
"They haven't arrived yet?"
Old Karl was wearing a long leather coat and leather gloves.
In mid-February in Los Angeles, the daytime temperature is around 17 or 18 degrees, but at night it is bright and the temperature drops below 10 degrees. Coupled with the sea breeze, it is still a bit chilly.
He is old and cannot catch a cold. This is what the young master personally instructed, so old Carl pays great attention to keeping warm and maintaining good health. Other people present today only wear a jacket on the outside, but he is the only one wearing a long leather coat.
"Sir...it's eight o'clock."
"Um……"
There are still five minutes left until the agreed time. Koreans should be punctual.
Old Carl nodded. The entire rooftop was very quiet. Suddenly...
A light sound of footsteps came from afar and was gradually approached. Several men nearby also heard the sound, and the sound of clacking was incessant.
This is the sound of drawing a gun and being on guard.
A few dozen seconds later, a group of Koreans led by Li Zairong slowly appeared on the rooftop. Li Zairong took a quick glance and saw the figure standing by the building. He nodded and greeted several of Old Carl's men, then walked up to Old Carl and said, "Sir... is the plan advanced?"
"No!"
Old Carl, with his belly bulging, put his hands in his pockets, slowly took out his arm, pointed to the Korean supermarket not far away and said, "Wait a minute, a group of black people will come here to cause trouble. They will come here every night at this time these days, and you... should get to work!"
"Work...?"
Li Zairong looked at the small supermarket in the distance.
“Pah…”
Old Karl slapped Li Zairong on the shoulder with great force, turned his head expressionlessly to look at Li Zairong and said, "When they start making a fuss later, you! Go and burn down that small supermarket yourself."
"ah???"
He thought he would take advantage of the chaos to kill a few gangsters, but unexpectedly, old Carl asked him to burn down the Korean supermarket.
The cold sweat on Li Zairong's forehead was blown away instantly by the wind from the roof.
Li Zairong didn't understand why the small Korean supermarket was burned down, but he knew that if the supermarket was burned down today, it would be a big trouble and the conflict would escalate!
During these days when he was resting in Los Angeles, he had seen many reports in the newspapers about conflicts between the two sides.
…
"Don't feel any psychological burden. Everything is prepared for you. What's more..."
Old Carl patted Li Zairong's shoulder again and said, "Besides, you don't have a choice, right?"
“…”
Li Zairong took a deep breath, looked at the small Korean supermarket in the distance, nodded and said, "I see, I'll go get ready."
Before leaving, Li Zairong saw the camera placed not far from old Carl, and his pupils shrank slightly.
This needs to be recorded, and this guy asked him to go in person...
If this kind of video is kept and exposed in the future, he will be doomed.
He looked at old Carl, who had a calm look in his eyes, and even a hint of mockery, like the look a cat gets when it looks at a cornered mouse.
Gritting his teeth, Li Zairong lowered his head and turned to prepare.
He has to do it, where else can he run to?
Even if he runs, can he run away?
They dare to stand here and take pictures openly, but who knows if there is someone pointing a gun at them in the dark?
…
About ten minutes later, a humming sound came from a distance, including bicycles, motorcycles, and pickup trucks.
More than a dozen vehicles, carrying dozens of black people, staggered to the gate of Korean City. Some people took out stones from the cars and threw them at the small supermarket from a distance, while others took out paint and splashed it on the supermarket door.
Watching a little black boy writing an extremely insulting word with red paint on the roller shutter door of the supermarket, the little black boys around him laughed, some sang, some danced, and some even lit fireworks and threw them on the open space.
Although there were only a few dozen gangsters, they made a lot of noise. Even people in Korea Town could hear the noise. There were already lights on the second floors of several shops.
…
Li Zairong was carrying two huge backpacks in his hands, which were filled with asphalt mixed with gasoline. Those who know will know that this thing is a simple version of incendiary bomb. When it explodes, the asphalt inside can burn through bones if it gets on people, not to mention burning buildings.
In addition, when this thing is ignited, it will emit a lot of thick smoke and toxic gases. It is very powerful and the production cost is very low. But the prerequisite is that you must have skills and strong hands-on ability, understand the principles behind it, and be able to make it.
Wearing a sloppy hat with only a pair of eyes showing, Li Zairong took a deep breath, grabbed two backpacks and started to sprint. The few black guys around him didn't notice Li Zairong at all. When he threw the two backpacks at the entrance of the supermarket, everyone ran away, but the black guys were still singing and dancing at the entrance of Korea Town.
…
"Mr. Li!"
"Give me the controller!"
Since Li Zairong dared to do it, he was not afraid of trouble. He gritted his teeth and hid across the road thirty meters away. Then he took a controller with an antenna from his subordinate.
I pressed the red button on it, but the two backpacks didn't seem to react. After waiting for dozens of seconds, two streams of thick smoke came out of the bags.
A few little black guys thought that the fireworks in someone's bag were lit, and they clapped their hands and watched the fun.
Li Zairong squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Old Carl, and even took off his hat on his own initiative to make it easier for the other party to take a picture of him. After waiting for a few seconds, there was a "bang" sound from the opposite side, followed by another "bang".
The sound is very muffled, a bit like the sound when popcorn pops and the lid starts to open before the air pressure is reached.
Then……
Heart-wrenching screams were heard one after another. Li Zairong snorted coldly, called out to the few people who came with him, and quietly disappeared into the darkness from the small path. Old Carl said that he didn't need to go back. The next time the other party needed him for something, they would naturally find him.
…
"I haven't had time to ask your name yet. I'm so sorry today. Your Highness suddenly had something to do, so I had to follow Your Highness back first."
Mumbai, Taj Mahal Hotel. After arriving at the hotel, Alan took a shower, changed his clothes, and then met his dining partner, a new friend he had just met today.
His previous impression of Indians was that they were black and dirty.
But the complexion of this person today is not too white, but it is definitely not dark. If I have to describe it, it should be the kind of wheat-colored skin that white people in Europe and America envy very much.
Mainly because of her traditional costume, Alan liked it more and more the more he looked at it.
He himself likes to watch Journey to the West, and now when he sees this beautiful Indian girl, he feels like the holy monk has finally arrived in India.
I can't help but hear the background music of "Digging in the sand, digging in the sand..." from "Indian Girl".