Chicago 1990

At the same time, the dilapidated Buick was speeding down the streets of Los Angeles.

"Hey, don't speed, do you know what American police officers do most actively? Catch speeding because you can fine. If you want to do big things, don't speed, don't attract attention."

Sinaloa sat in the passenger seat, nagging to the old black who was driving.

"Sorry, boss..."

The driver slowed down, "I was so excited just now, Ho! That's APLUS!"

"My brother, I told you earlier, do you believe it now?" Sinaloa triumphed, "You are from Los Angeles, and all the gang stars in Los Angeles are not as popular as him."

"But he never said he was a Hell Bobcat, and he even denied the relationship with GD."

An old gang in the back seat complained.

"Hey! Don't say that to him!"

Sinaloa became unhappy and beat his chest, "Brothers want to put each other in their hearts. He respects me. Didn't you just see him? I can see him if I want to see him. Anytime, I didn't say anything! He also I’ve been poor, and he was born on the street like us. Didn’t you watch his movies? He also started stealing a car. Lowry agreed to me through a lawyer, and he will do the thing about showing up in the future. He will come as soon as he gets out of prison."

"Yeah! Man, maybe when I can show a face in their MV?"

The driver sang Song Ya's BeautifulGirls, "You\'rewaytoobeautifulgirl, That\'swhyit\'llneverwork, You\'...Wow, when the time comes, all those girls will rush to see me."

"Don't worry, let me say hello."

Sinaloa and the others twisted and sang along on their seats, too excited.

"APLUS doesn't like Little Lori, boss."

After singing a song, the guy in the back said: "Are they really going to get together? Little Lori stole his lyrics and sang him to DISS."

"M-Fxxk do you always have to say this in front of me? Huh!? Do you like to say this?"

Sinaloa suddenly changed his face and turned to look back viciously.

The car was quiet immediately.

"Sorry, boss, I won't say it anymore." The subordinate acknowledged, lowered his head and avoided his gaze.

"So it's true that Lori stole the lyrics?" the driver asked.

"Those things are over, okay? This thing is over!"

Sinaloa let go of the man in the back row, and yelled at the driver, "I heard them quarreling outside the door back then. Little Lori did steal his lyrics, but Lori is more gang brother than him. , In short, neither of them are bad guys. OK!?"

"You just joined us, and you will know after dealing with Little Lori in the future. They are very nice and have a way in Mexico."

The fourth person in the back row said to the driver, "APLUS is a lot worse. He is always surrounded by those bodyguards. We can only watch from a distance."

"Yeah, a lot of white guys, body armor, walkie-talkies..." The driver nodded, "They surrounded me as soon as my car stopped across the street. I thought it was the FBI."

"Haha, are you not scared to pee?" Sinaloa laughed.

"How is it possible!? But it's a bit...er, a bit..." The driver felt that it was not so good when he said that, so he turned on the radio.

‘Welcome, welcome to Sukhnet! ! ’

There was a loud hello from the local radio DJ, ‘Suge, I heard that you recently made a funny remark about the East Coast? ’

‘Uh, I’ve said too much, I can’t remember. "Sugnett played dumb in front of the microphone," can you remind me? ’

The DJ first had a bad time, ‘about a rap label producer on the east coast. ’

‘Yeah, I remember, that guy...hahahaha! ’

Before the words were said, several people on the radio began to be silly again.

"WTF? What are they laughing at?" Sinaloa inexplicably, "Who is that person?"

"Sugnett just DISS the East Coast rap circle a few days ago." The driver from Los Angeles said, "It seems to be alluding to the bragging father who likes to appear in the music videos of his singers."

"Then... Is there anything wrong?" Sinaloa still didn't understand.

"I don't know either." The driver shrugged.

‘You know, record label owners should only do what the owner does, do you understand? "Sugnett said: "Forcing the singers to wear that disgusting mafia suit?" Also...I wore a white scarf and an old-fashioned top hat to sing street hip-hop, hahahaha...’

He was out of breath again.

"What's wrong with this person?" Sinaloa's breathing became a little quick. "Can't he explain one thing completely?"

‘That kind of match is what he sells in the trendy store. ’DJ arch fire.

'Correct! Bring goods, bring the kind of low-to-explosive goods..." Sugonite said: "Guess what? I feel he wants to debut. ’

‘He did perform in his album of singers. "DJ agrees," how do you feel? His East Coast heavyweight rookie Biggie. ’

‘Uh...not bad. ’

‘Good? ’

"Yeah, Flow is top class..."

It was a matter of fact. The two talked about the new album he was going to post next year, and Sugnett stepped in and shouted: ‘Biggie, I admire you, really. If you don't like your record company boss's exposure in your songs and MVs, you can come to the West Coast, come to LA, here is me, there are death row records. ’

"Won't this fellow M-Fxxk speak clearly?" Sinaloa scratched his body, and the seat was unstable.

"What's wrong with you, boss?" the younger brother in the back asked.

"I hate this guy who likes to say things that others don't understand, M-Fxxk who are you talking about!?" Sinaloa yelled to the radio.

"Daddy bragging, didn't I just say it?" the driver helped explain, "Biggie's boss is dad bragging."

"You obviously didn't say it just now!" Sinaloa yelled in his ears with distorted face.

"I said..."

"No! You didn't!" Sinaloa drew the pistol from his waist, pulled the sleeve apart and loaded it with a crash.

The driver held the steering wheel to watch the road intently, sweating on his forehead.

‘After talking about the East Coast, do you have anything to say about the Midwest Rap Circle? Common just sent a song to criticize us metaphorically. The conversation on the radio continues.

‘I’ll talk to his boss. "Sugnat answered.

‘Wow, that person is rich now, billionaire, movie company owner, Ho! ’DJ sighed.

'guess what? I think he is a softie... Have you seen those sissy dance steps he danced in the movie? ’

Sugnett started talking again, ‘Common, if your boss has a seed, you should write the lyrics clearly, not through some...jazz...rap. "He deliberately learned from Song Ya's stuttering in my life.

"Hahaha..." There was another big laugh on the radio.

"Who is he talking about this time?" Sinaloa asked.

No one dared to answer, he put his gun to the driver's temple.

"It's APLUS... he's talking about APLUS! Boss." This time the driver's crotch was really wet.

"Didn't you say you are familiar with every corner of Los Angeles?" Sinaloa asked coldly~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yes! I... I drove a taxi in Los Angeles for two years! "

"Take me to this radio station, don't you know?"

The driver immediately called and changed the destination.

Soon, the car slowly stopped at an old street-facing building with an antenna erected.

"This is Compton?" The men in the back row were a little uneasy. "This seems to be the territory of the blood gang."

"Follow him, I must kill the guy who insulted my brother on the radio." Sinaloa took two UZIs from under his seat and began to check the magazine.

"Sugnett is the boss of the blood gang here!" The driver looked at the three who were tampering with the equipment silently, and couldn't help but spoke again.

This time Sinaloa ignored him, ‘thanks to Su Gehe for coming to my show, here is the advertising time! The DJ’s hearty voice came on the radio.

About ten minutes later, some black men in red appeared at the door of the building, hugging each other and saying goodbye.

"Which is Sugnat?" Sinaloa rolled down the window.

"The tallest and strongest one," the driver pointed out.

"Then what are you doing in a daze!?"

The driver stepped on the accelerator, the car suddenly started, and drove towards the group of people.

Da Da Da... Da Da Da...

Several guns protruded from the right window and swept across the group of people. Regardless of whether they were alive or dead, they all fell on the ground for a few seconds, and the Buick disappeared directly into the night of Los Angeles.

"Ho!"

After driving all the way to a remote section that felt safe, the driver stopped the car, "I have to slow down, I have to slow down, this time we can play big, it's really big..."

'boom! There was another gunshot, and the fire in the carriage flashed out.

A person came down from the back row, opened the driver's door, dragged a corpse down and discarded it on the side of the road, then got in by himself and started the car again.