The way to escape was smooth and smooth.

There were no notes, no IAA agents, just the traffic in Los Santos.

When the car just drove out of Hinoki Flat, Lao Cui, who was sitting in the back seat, immediately spoke

"Damn good job!"

"Yes, at least we don't have to deal with a large number of cops..."

Having said this, everyone thought about the alarm device again and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

If Lu Qi hadn't thought of countermeasures in advance, they might still be surrounded by the large number of police officers attracted by the alarm in the industrial area.

Where else can we evacuate the scene leisurely and leisurely like now?

All this is thanks to Lu Qi.

Lao Cui, who was always straightforward, put his arm around Lu Qi's shoulders and said carelessly:

"Alex, as the president of Trevor Philip Industries, I now invite you to come to my company. As for the position..."

"How about making you the vice president and security director?"

Through the pig head mask, Lu Qi could smell the smell of gasoline and alcohol mixed with Lao Cui.

Thinking of Lao Cui's hobby for both men and women, Lu Qi couldn't help but feel a chill. He calmly took away Lao Cui's arm and said calmly:

"I already have a job, but thank you very much, Trevor."

"Damn! Isn't the vice president enough? You still want to sit in my fucking position? Don't even think about it!"

Before Lu Qi could speak, Michael, who was sitting in the passenger seat, helped him out and said:

"Old Cui, Alex is now the boss of a company just like you. How can there be any reason for the boss not to do it and go work for you..."

Hearing this, Trevor stared at those copper bell-like eyes and then asked:

"Oh?! Is it true? What kind of company did you open? A sex toy production company?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Lu Qi didn't intend to hide it, so he explained directly:

"That's not true. It's a private security consulting company. It mainly deals with some customer groups that need to deal with troubles."

As soon as he finished speaking, Franklin, who was driving, took over and continued:

"Hey, man, Alex is a big shot in Vineyards now. He's dealing with those stars, directors and producers..."

"Huh? What do you know? Black boy?"

"Hehe, I am now a partner and vice president of Atlas."

"Atlas? Is that the name of your company? It sounds like a shitty name that some sissy suddenly came up with when she slapped her head."

Hearing this, Lu Qi and Xiao Fu said in unison:

"fxxk you!"

"Hahaha, how about our two companies doing something to make money together some other time?"

Glancing at the excited Lao Cui, Lu Qi had an idea and said deliberately: "As long as you don't mess with Merryweather or washing powder or something, I can do it."

Hearing this, Lao Cui, who had been making washing powder, was immediately speechless.

"Well…"

While everyone was talking and laughing, the car returned to the supply station unknowingly.

After throwing the coveralls and mask into the trunk, Michael got out of the car alone, holding a document bag and saying to the three people in the car:

"You guys deal with the things and don't leave any traces. I'll take the things to the people in Haines. I'll tell you the results once I have them."

"Sure thing, man."

Watching the black muscle car go away, Michael got into the car he came in and sped away towards the Tongva Mountains in the east of Los Santos...

...

Half an hour later, Michael came to a heavily guarded and huge mansion.

Stopped by an iron gate, Michael picked up the bulging document bag and waved it to the guard behind the door to express his intention:

"This is a package for Devon Weston."

After communicating through the headset and asking for instructions, the guard opened the iron door and let Michael walk in.

Under the "escort" of two guards in black suits, Michael once again met Hines's rich friend, billionaire Devon Weston!

Devon Weston was sitting on the hood of the sports car, holding his mobile phone in his hand, immersed in the game, and seemed not to notice Michael's arrival at all.

"Right, that is it!"

"I don't give a fuck!"

"Bang! Goodbye, little Yakuza!"

After finishing the game, Defan looked up and looked at Michael in front of him. He reached out and made a fist, as if he wanted to touch Michael, and introduced himself:

"Devan Weston."

However, Michael just ignored it, just like he did just now.

"Yes, I know you, Hines' friend..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw away the document bag in his hand, turned around, and was about to leave.

Upon seeing this, of the two guards standing by, one immediately bent down to pick up something, while the other blocked Michael's way.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, it's not over yet, I have a job for you, brother..."

Devan, who was sitting on the hood of the car, was giving orders to his men like a medieval lord:

"Five top-notch cars! Great deal! You can make a lot of money, brother."

However, Michael was obviously not interested in his proposal and just said casually: "Sounds good. I know someone who can help you with it. I will contact you."

Similarly, Defan was not very satisfied with Michael's answer:

"No~no~ I don't want anyone else, I want you and your team!"

Michael, who was being ordered around by fib and had been holding back a fire in his heart, exploded when De Fan provoked him like this.

I saw him with a serious expression on his face. He approached De Fan and said in a deep voice:

"Listen, I don't give a damn about what you want, slut. I'll let my friends know you're interested."

"It turns out I was wrong about you."

Hearing this, Michael, who had just turned around, was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Oh, what's wrong with you? Tell me."

At this time, Defan finally stood up from the hood of the sports car, spread his hands, and said to Michael in a tempting manner:

"Do you like American football? I have a little investment in the sports industry."

"Do you like stocks? I have some funds that I can manage for you."

"Come on, make your terms, man!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Lao Mai responded casually in order to get rid of this annoying guy as soon as possible: "I just like to sit on the sofa and watch old movies."

"That's it!"

Thinking that he finally found Michael's price, Defan raised his index finger and said confidently:

"What if I put you in touch with Solomon Richard?"

Hearing this, Michael was startled for a moment and couldn't help but said:

"Solomon Richard? The movie producer?"

"That's right, he is retiring, and I will help with financial management of his studio. I will help you contact him. As long as you are willing to help me get a car back, what do you think of this deal?"

"Sounds very, very tempting."

Listening to Michael's words, De Fan thought that this deal was a sure thing and he already smiled.

Unexpectedly, Michael’s next words were:

"But, I refuse!"

"What?!"

Seeing Defan's frozen smile, Michael raised the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully:

"You are not the only one in this world who knows Solomon Richard..."
Chapter completed!