December is the rainy season in Los Angeles.

It just rained lightly.

The two walked out of the nightclub. The air was damp and cold. Marissa huddled up and hugged her arms. Suddenly, a suit jacket was draped over her, making her feel warm instantly.

The clothes have the man's body temperature.

Marissa looked at Anyi.

With a strong nose, sharp cheeks and deep, sharp eyes, he is not a pretty boy, but a handsome man with a very masculine charm.

The two got into the car, started the car and drove away from the parking lot.

Marissa opened her handbag, took out a silver cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

She took the cigarette from her red lips and handed it to An Yi.

An Yi looks at the woman,

He held it in his mouth without hesitation.

“Does the wound on your face hurt?” Marissa asked.

When An Yi was fighting with Big Ivan, Big Ivan punched him twice in the face, causing some scratches and bruises.

"It's not a big deal, I'll be fine tomorrow." An Yi said.

"You're a good fighter," Marissa complimented.

"Your singing voice is also very beautiful. Have you learned it specially?"

When asked about her interests, Marissa took a body measurement and looked at An Yi, "I have always wanted to enter Hollywood and become a star, so I joined a modeling agency and practiced acting and vocal music. Unfortunately, my teacher's evaluation of me was that I didn't have much talent for acting, but singing might still have room for development."

"I'm currently taking vocal lessons, four times a week, and it costs me a lot of money..."

The two chatted as the car stopped at the woman's house.

It is a two-storey small building.

Marissa got out of the car and took the driver's seat.

"Good night." An Yi said.

Marissa didn't say goodnight. She looked at the scar on Anyi's cheek and asked caringly, "Come to my house. I'll apply some medicine on you."

"Don't bother me?"

"Don't bother me, I live alone here."

The car stopped by the roadside.

The two went upstairs together.

The lights on the second floor came on, the window screens reflected figures, the woman wiped the medicine on the man, and sparks slowly flew.

Not long.

There was a faint sound coming from upstairs.

Like the whisper of a cat in spring.

early morning.

The sunlight shone into the room, shining on the golden hair.

Marissa woke up and found that the man had left, feeling a little lost.

Sit up.

The quilt slipped off, revealing perfect curves.

She is only 25 years old, the age of blooming.

Walk to the bathroom barefoot.

Seeing the panties on the table reminded me of all the crazy things that happened last night.

The woman smiled gently.

That guy was really strong and gave her a very wonderful experience.

And with him.

It feels more comfortable than being with someone else, maybe because there is no other emotion mixed in between the two of us, we just simply want to be together.

Marissa is a little addicted to that feeling.

......

In the morning, An Yi left Marissa's house and drove to find Sean and Ryder. The two guys immediately surrounded An Yi when they saw her.

"Boss, did you stay at Marissa's house last night?" Sean asked with a smirk on his face.

Reid was standing beside her, looking at Anyi with a curious look in his eyes.

An Yi looked at the two guys and said, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

“Wow~!”

The two guys exclaimed at the same time.

"The boss is so awesome. He saved the beauty yesterday and won Marissa's heart. I'm so enviable." Sean said, smacking his lips.

"A beauty like that, oh~it's wonderful just thinking about it." Reid said with a pig-like face.

An Yi patted the two guys on the head.

"Stop talking nonsense. It's getting late. Let's go to the warehouse to pick up the goods. Have you got the documents?" An Yi interrupted the two gossiping guys.

"I got it."

The three drove to the tobacco and liquor warehouse.

Having been doing this for half a month, An Yi has become proficient. He can count the goods, check the accounts and sign. He will even say hello when he meets acquaintances.

During this time, An Yi also got to know many Jewish people.

Alessandro was in charge of the block next to An Yi and had three or four younger brothers under him. When he saw An Yi, he came over to say hello and handed him a cigarette.

"Hadi, I heard there was some trouble at the Bunny Girl Bar last night?"

Gang members' information is always accurate.

"Russians."

An Yi took Alessandro's cigarette and said.

"The Russians are just a small group. They actually dared to come to our place to cause trouble. They are so impatient. How do you deal with them, Hardy?" Alejandro asked.

"Keep them in the cellar and starve them for three days."

Alessandro laughed and said, "This is a good idea. Let them suffer a little first."

Alejandro arrived early, loaded their goods, waved goodbye to An Yi, and drove away with his three younger brothers.

The car drove out of the slums and when passing a remote street, two trucks appeared in front of it, blocking the road.

"Shet, who is so uncivilized? Don't you know to give way to others? Amor, go down and ask the driver to move out of the way." Alejandro ordered his younger brother.

Amor opened the door and got out of the car. Just as he walked to the side of the truck, the truck tarpaulin was suddenly lifted up, and several black gun barrels extended from the truck.

Amor was frightened and wanted to run, but as soon as he turned around, he heard a series of thumping sounds and Amor was beaten to death on the spot.

Alejandro and the driver were horrified and drew their guns, but the opponent was faster than them and fired several machine guns wildly at their truck, and the dense bullets shattered the car windows.

The two people in the car were instantly beaten into pieces.

Blood dripped from the cracks in the carriage.

A group of people jumped off the truck and quickly moved the cigarettes and alcohol in the truck to their own cars. Another guy took out a big firecracker from his pocket, took a puff of his cigar, lit the big firecracker and threw it into Alejandro and his friends' car.

The two trucks drove away.

After a while.

"Bang~!"

Alejandro's truck exploded violently.

A raging fire started.

......

An Yi and his team have already loaded their goods. After looking at the receipt, they saw the total amount was 3,620 yuan. The sales amount has increased in the past week.

Good sign.

The more An Yi sells, the more money they get.

After waving goodbye to Supervisor Benson, Reid drove out of the warehouse.

The car was not going very fast, only about twenty or thirty miles.

Soon they arrived at a road that they had to pass through. It was a little deserted here, with many abandoned factories on both sides. Reid, who was driving, saw a truck lying across the road ahead.

"Damn, who is such a jerk to park in the middle of the road."

Beep beep beep~!

Stopping 20 to 30 meters away from the truck, Reid honked the horn hard, trying to get the other party to leave.

But after pressing the button for a long time, the car in front didn't respond at all.

"Fuck, I'm going to chase them away." Reid said as he was about to get out of the car.

But at this moment, An Yi suddenly felt a palpitation.

A strong sense of crisis arose in my heart.

"No."

An Yi grabbed Reid who was about to get out of the car and said, "Reid, don't get out! Back up the car!"

"What's wrong, boss?" Reid was confused.

"Back up!"

An Yi gave the order again.

Seeing An Yi's serious look, Reid immediately reversed the car.

The people on the truck saw An Yi and his men reversing and realized that their actions had been discovered. Several people immediately jumped out of the truck, all of them holding guns.

They are all famous Chicago typewriters.

“Tut, tut, tut~!”

The guys opened fire wildly at An Yi and his truck.

“Pah~!”

The truck's glass shattered.

These people rushed forward while firing their guns, and their speed was no slower than that of a car driving in reverse.

"Reid, stop the car!" An Yi ordered immediately.

Creak~!

Ryder made a sharp turn and parked his car across the road.

An Yi was the first to jump down. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he pulled out the gun from his body and shot the gangster who was rushing towards him.

“Bang~!”

An Yi's shooting was very accurate. Although the two sides were forty or fifty meters apart, he still hit one of the guys with this shot.

A guy holding a Chicago typewriter fell to the ground instantly.

The gunman on the opposite side was also frightened. He no longer dared to rush forward and quickly lay on the ground, while the submachine gun in his hand became even more powerful.

Sean and Ryder also jumped out of the car and kept firing at the opposite side, but unfortunately their shooting skills were too poor and they couldn't hit anyone.

The distance is too far, and the pistol is indeed not very useful.

"Sean, find my rifle!" An Yi shouted.

"Okay, boss."

Sean quickly climbed into the car, took out An Yi's rifle from under the seat, and threw it to An Yi.

After getting the Johnson rifle, An Yi instantly felt like he was back on the battlefield.

Pull the bolt,

Raise your gun.

Aim at a guy with half of his body exposed.

“Bang~!”

After a gunshot, the guy opposite fell to the ground immediately.

The bullets are automatically loaded.

An Yi aimed his gun at another guy.