my beauty world

Chapter 168 News of the giant crocodile (7000)

On the second day after signing the agreement, Ronan, in the capacity of Duke, shot another group of outdoor blockbusters for the magazine, with a model from New York.

At the end of the shooting, art director Ping Qi drove Ronan back from the beach: "Duke, I found out that you are especially good at taking pictures of charm and sex appeal."

Ronan said without shame: "I am good at discovering beauty, digging beauty, and creating beauty."

Ping Qi asked: "Do you have a deep research on women?"

Ronan began to brag: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I have dated 20 girlfriends a year in order to study women's body structure and better guide them how to show their physical beauty."

Ping Qi suddenly said: "Magazines sometimes shoot male models, you should also study this aspect."

These words hit the point, and Ronan was speechless for a moment. He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Didn't you see Carolina?"

Ping Qi shrugged: "The modeling industry is very fluid. Some people like to go out to earn extra money besides modeling."

Ronan is in line with Duke's personality: "I like models who make extra money."

But Ping Qi said in a tone that men can understand: "The photographer, it's normal to ask the model to pay a little."

Back in Burbank, Ronan went to deal with the follow-up work, and chatted with Ping Qi again. The photos for the next issue of the magazine are complete, and he will not be needed in the next week.

When Ronan applied for this job, on the one hand, he could guarantee a fixed high-end job and stabilize the credibility of the vest; on the other hand, he had enough free time.

…………

Burbank, Oja Media Press Center.

A large number of entertainment reporters gathered in front of the main entrance, and those with invitation letters entered the venue with their certificates.

Not far away, many movie fans gathered together, holding up "Leonardo" posters and shouting Leonardo's name.

A black car drove over and parked in the parking area at the entrance.

The wealthy Malaysian businessman Low Chott, who was wearing glasses, got out of the car. Countless media reporters swarmed up and surrounded him.

All kinds of problems came to Liu Zuote like a wave.

The bodyguards tried their best to stop the nearly crazy reporters, but Liu Zuote enjoyed all this, waved to the surroundings and entered the news center.

The unknown wealthy businessman in Southeast Asia has become a hot spot in the entertainment capital of the world.

Liu Zuote has the illusion of gaining a firm foothold in the United States.

For some reason, property and status in Malaysia are not stable in the long run. Investing in the United States and entering the upper class of the United States is an insurance way to ensure the safety of oneself and property.

On this point, Liu Zuote borrowed from the Russian billionaire Abramovich.

However, there are significant regional and market differences.

The influence of football in the UK is unquestionable, but the US is a football desert.

Hollywood movies have great influence, so Liu Zuote chose to invest in Hollywood.

Today's signing is just the beginning, and it's a great start, after all, the investment project is starring Hollywood superstar Leonardo.

As soon as Liu Zuote entered the press center, the well-dressed Jess, accompanied by Eva, greeted him.

The signing ceremony in front of the media was just a formality, and the real signing was placed in a very inconspicuous lounge.

When passing by another lounge, the reception staff from Quinn Company happened to come out of it. Between the door switch, Liu Zuote saw Leonardo and the gold medal director Martin inside!
Liu Zuote asked: "Martin is willing to direct?"

Jess smiled and replied: "It's very hopeful, you see, he came here today to attend the signing ceremony."

This is what she forced Leonardo to invite. As a good partner who has cooperated several times, Martin still sells Leonardo's face.

As for what Leonardo will do in the future, it is not her consideration.

Liu Zuote nodded again and again: "Good! Good!"

Entering the signing lounge, Jess introduced a white man: "This is Wundt, the representative of Allianz. As we talked, Allianz provided a third-party guarantee for the "Undercover" project. The funds invested by you, It will be transferred to the third-party account of Allianz, which will be supervised by our three parties.”

Liu Zuote looked at the investment consultants and lawyers who came earlier.

Both nodded, the power of attorney is true, and the people from Allianz are also true.

But they didn't know that this person's situation was similar to Leonardo's.

With the basic conditions carefully woven, Jess's persuasion ability has full room to play: "Zoter, I believe this is the beginning of our successful cooperation! Quinn Company will launch a series of film projects after "Undercover", We're talking to a couple of authors about novel rights..."

There are reports in these media, and Liu Zuote believes that this will be the beginning of his successful investment in the United States.

The two parties took their seats and swiped to sign the investment contract.

At the same time as the signing, the first tranche of the US$5000 million investment, up to US$2000 million in start-up capital, began to be transferred to the so-called third-party account.

As soon as the funds were remitted in, Grandma Jess's professional staff would transfer them out in batches, and through a series of means, they would be transferred to the unregistered account of the Swiss bank.

The real signing is completed, and it needs to be done again at the press conference.

Jess didn't show up and left it to Eva to take care of it. The point is to blow it up and let the news media report today's situation.

After the executives of the Quinn Company escape with the money, Leonardo will admit to being cheated, which will definitely cause a sensation in the United States.

With the 2000 million US dollars and 500 million US dollars from other investors in hand, follow-up investment is unnecessary.

Not so much time to wait.

It is impossible for a movie project to actually shoot.

At the end of the press conference, Leonardo, who was showing off in front of the media, quietly found Jess.

Seeing Jess' blond hair and long legs, Leonardo had a psychological shadow again, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never look for a woman with blond hair and long legs again!

"Boss, when will you let me go?" Leonardo was obviously afraid of this woman: "If this continues, I will go crazy!"

Jess understated: "Don't worry, this is the end."

How could Leonardo calm down: "I have recently started to suffer from insomnia, and I can only fall asleep after taking sleeping pills. Please, give me an accurate time."

Jess turned to look at him. The man had sunken eye sockets and heavy bags under his eyes: "Two days! Let the investment news of "Undercover" ferment for two days. By the morning of the day after tomorrow, Quinn's company will be empty. You can accept the interview. How to cleanse yourself, believe that your team has experience in dealing with it."

Leonardo cried and said, "You don't have a corresponding plan?"

"Yes." Jess said naturally: "Didn't I tell you that you were deceived and you were also a victim?"

Leonardo nodded, and turned to a more important question: "Are you sure you deleted those videos?"

Jess said: "I promise, all the videos will be deleted! Weren't you present when the videos were deleted?"

Leonardo was still worried: "Are you sure there is nothing else?"

Jess swore: "I swear on Jessie's family honor and in the name of God, all the videos will be deleted!"

Leonardo was somewhat relieved, and had no other choice but to trust him. With a bit of pleading, he said, "Boss, look, the money is in hand, and you are going to leave. If there is anything else in the future, can you Change someone? There are so many stars in Hollywood, you can't catch me and push me into the fire pit alone."

"What you said makes sense." Jess patted Leonardo's shoulder lightly like she did to her younger brother: "Go back with peace of mind, I promise this is the last time."

That man was right, grabbing a sheep and pulling its wool would make it bald.

Leaving the news media center, Jess returned to Quinn's company and immediately called for a meeting including Eva's capable staff.

Caring about money first: "Has the funds arrived?"

Eva replied: "It is being transferred to other accounts. The old lady has professional help, and it will be transferred to the Swiss bank soon."

The help from her family was also the strength of Jess. She quickly made a decision: "The personnel will retreat one after another according to the plan. All the personnel directly involved in the company will evacuate from Los Angeles and go to New York as planned."

Eva nodded: "I have arranged everything."

Thinking that the person might continue to stay in Los Angeles, Jess warned: "The people hiding in the dark don't move, let them continue to develop, and they will come in handy in the future."

Quinn's company belongs to Jess's subordinates, and they will be evacuated one after another starting today. When they go to work the day after tomorrow, only those employees who are actually recruited to work will be left.

Jess left Quinn's company, went around Malibu, entered the crowded beach, and found a small changing room.

Ten minutes later, a girl with heavy smoky makeup, colorful double ponytails, a ripped T-shirt, raw-edged denim shorts, and fishnet stockings came out.

On the exposed arm, some seemingly cool swear words were written with eyebrow pencil.

The appearance, image, and temperament have changed drastically, from a business elite to a street girl!
With such a shape, not long after walking on the beach, it attracted a few hooligans.

This is no ordinary little girl, this little girl has eaten demonized beef and bear's paw cooked by the soul.

Although in front of Ronan he is a scumbag who can only passively bear the wall, but it is not easy to deal with these street gangsters.

Amidst the screams, the little girl left the beach arrogantly, and the punks clutched their crotches and cried bitterly!

Came to the parking lot, took out the motorcycle stored in a merchant's warehouse, Jess drove all the way to the lair of the former Vietnam Gang.

"head!"

"head!"

Those guarding here are a group of small thieves who have recently emerged in Los Angeles.

They don't touch drugs, and make money by stealing, drugging, defrauding and fairy dancing.

Combat in groups, transfer property as soon as possible after success.

Jess, as the teacher who trained them first-hand, has a very high prestige among these people!

There is a transcendent factor involved.

Jess nodded, entered one of the houses, opened the warehouse area where no one else was allowed to enter, grabbed some food, went down to the basement, and opened the iron door.

On the bed in the corner of the basement, sat a thin, long-legged woman.

"Dinner." Jess put the food on the bedside table.

Giselle raised her confused eyes and said, "Please, let me out..."

Only Jess can come in here, and food is delivered at most once a day. Sometimes Jess will forget when she is busy. After such a long time, Giselle is almost as thin as a bamboo pole.

Jess stared at Gisele's big eyes: "I'm not sure if you really have amnesia or you're faking it, but you have to remember, you have to listen to me! Whatever I tell you, you have to do?"

Giselle was confused: "Why?"

Two dimples suddenly appeared on Jess's face, her smeared blood red lips opened wide, and she said with a smile: "Because I am your sister, and you are my sister! In this world, we are the only sisters who depend on each other for life!"

Giselle was even more confused: "Are you a sister? I am a sister!"

Jess began routine persuasion, trying to implant a seed of thought into Giselle's mind.

It took half an hour before the sisterhood was finished.

Jess came out from the basement, shaking her ponytails and sighing: "We still have to wait for the second order, the second order can really plant the seeds."

……

After leaving the magazine office, Ronan looked for a place to change his vest, drove to the northwest, and came to the tree-lined park.

Entering the Hunter Bar, there are not many people in the bar, and most of the seats are empty.

Sitting in front of the bar, before Ronan could ask, the yellow-haired bartender came over: "I was planning to notify you tonight, but since you're here, I'll save my phone bill."

Ronan ordered a glass of wine and asked, "Any news?"

The yellow-haired bartender said: "Someone responded to your reward offer, but was not satisfied with the price you offered, and asked to have an interview with you."

Ronan was surprised: "Must we have an interview?"

The yellow-haired bartender said: "Yes, the most likely thing is to ask you for more money."

He returned the money that Ronan had put on here: "Since the Hunter's Bar is doing this business, it will naturally guarantee the fairness of both parties offering rewards. You can rest assured about this."

"What is the identity over there? It can't be a trap, right?" Ronan took out a few US dollars and put them on the bar: "In our business, there are many people who do this."

The yellow-haired bartender went over to touch the money and said, "An old bounty hunter in San Diego has been hanging out in Texas before. He went to Africa last month and just came back recently."

Ronan nodded: "Africa?"

He came back from Africa not long ago.

The yellow-haired bartender took the tip and reminded Ronan a few more words: "You'd better make more preparations before you go. There are hunter friends you know to ask to go together. If you go alone, people who don't have any ideas are prone to have ideas. .”

Ronan nodded: "Give me the contact information."

The yellow-haired bartender searched around the bar, took out a small card, wrote a number on the back, and handed it to Ronan: "Just call."

Ronan put it away: "Understood."

After being promoted to the second-tier predator, only the skull of the giant crocodile and the eyes of the bald eagle king are left. Ronan also searched through other channels, but he has not been able to find his whereabouts. Now that there is news, he must not let it go.

Leaving the bar and driving back, Ronan found a payphone and called the number Tequila gave him.

People over there in Chula Vista!
The two sides agreed to meet at a road rest stop.

Out of Burbank, Ronan received a call from Thomas.

"it's me."

"I've thought it over and decided to change cities and start over." Thomas on the other side of the phone, after careful consideration of Ronan's suggestion, made a decision: "I'm going to leave Los Angeles, and I'll call you tonight. I'm leaving."

Ronan thought of the yellow-haired bartender Tequila's suggestion, and said, "You go to another city to start again, and you need a start-up capital. So, Thomas, I'm going to San Diego to talk business with someone, and come with me? I hire you."

Thomas said: "Don't talk about hiring, you are short of people, I will go there with you, and friends say that hiring is too extravagant."

Ronan said: "I want to make a big deal, there may be risks, and the risks must be proportional to the benefits."

Thomas has his own insistence: "I will accompany you on a trip, you are responsible for the expenses, and nothing else needs to be said."

Ronan glanced at his watch: "Nine o'clock in the evening, I will pick you up."

After making an appointment, Ronan did not go back directly to Beverly Hills, but went to the outskirts of the villa, made a small cut on his finger, waited for the blood to seep out, and sent a message to the raven through blood divination.

I tried it before, the raven can receive the message from the blood servant.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, the stupid bird found a place and landed.

Ronan tossed it a small piece of meat casually: "Good performance, stupid bird, I will take you on a trip."

Raven landed on the back seat, his dark eyes kept rolling.

After eating the demonized barbecue of soul cooking these days, the stupid bird has obviously improved and is much more spiritual than before. Under the effect of taming proficiency, he can already understand the simple orders given by Ronan.

"Ah! Ah—" Raven called several times.

The biggest problem is that Ronan can't understand what the stupid bird is calling. Although he is studying the meaning of the stupid bird's behavior, he is very lacking in this aspect as a half-way monk.

Ronan drove to pick Thomas up.

Glancing at the raven on the back seat, I thought that the stupid bird could understand me, but I couldn't understand the stupid bird. Could it be me?
Arriving in Passanadi, the car was parked at the door, Thomas, with a big shaved head, fake beard, and tattoo paper, got into the passenger seat and was about to throw his bag behind when he found a raven staring at him , I had to throw the bag under my feet.

The car drove out of the city and got on the highway. Thomas turned to look at the raven behind him and asked, "Why did you get a raven?"

Ronan said softly, "It can be used as a bomb."

"This bird doesn't look very ordinary." Thomas said casually: "There are many ravens in the holy scriptures and myths."

When driving at night, it would be nice to have someone to talk to, Ronan asked: "I know there are ravens around Odin, and are there other gods and demons?"

Thomas was originally a clergyman, and he knew a lot about the myths of various parties: "In church records, the guardian of St. Vincent is a raven; Stolas, one of Solomon's 72 demon gods, appeared in the form of a raven when he responded to the call. It is said that he is proficient in Astronomy, but also to find and identify treasures."

"Solomon? 72 Pillars Demon God?" Because of the Book of Ruler, Ronan was extremely sensitive to these things, and quickly looked back at Raven.

Stupid is just a stupid bird, that is, a bomb.

San Diego is not far from Los Angeles, and Chula Vista is the place where Ronan started. At around twelve o'clock in the morning, he gradually approached the appointed road rest stop.

Ronan stopped ahead of time, took out his weapon, and got ready: "Bring your gun. If there is a war, don't show mercy. This place is close to Mexico, and there are two guns per capita!" When a bounty hunter attacks you, kill him, which is also exorcism."

Thomas slipped an M9 into his underarm pouch and said, "Don't worry, I'll get used to my new role as soon as possible."

Ronan took off his jacket and put on a single-layer tactical vest. The grenades and shock bombs were prepared in advance. The drug was drawn into the syringe and inserted into the reserved position of the tactical vest. Two pistols were inserted into the holsters, and he changed into a fat jacket.

Thomas asked, "Tough?"

Then he said to Thomas: "If you don't cooperate over there, do it, and watch my signal."

…………

In the wee hours of the morning, the bus stop on the east side of Chula Vista near the Mexican border was exceptionally quiet.
It is closed tonight, and there will be no customers at the rest stop.

After driving Dad home to sleep, the mad cow sat alone in the hall, drinking beer slowly.

Next to the leg of the table, there is a shotgun that can be picked up at any time.

Mad Cow is a former soldier who went to the battlefield in Afghanistan and was discharged due to injuries. He originally got a lot of money when he was discharged, but he became obsessed with Texas Hold'em after returning, and wanted to forget the pain caused by the war in this way.

The more the chips are played, the bigger the game, and naturally there will be no money.

Mad Bull had seen the bounty hunters that haunted the battlefields of Afghanistan and entered the business three years ago.

With the network of former comrades-in-arms, Mad Bull has done a good job in the past few years, and can even get some news that others can't get.

After retiring from the army, he has been hanging out in Texas. Last month, he participated in a hunting activity organized by a Houston genetic engineering company. He joined a number of top bounty hunters in Texas and caught a large and abnormal Nile crocodile in Africa.

Mad Cow was unlucky. He was injured, not seriously, but after being bandaged locally, he didn't go with the team and took a flight back to his hometown of San Diego.

It just so happened that an old comrade in Baghdad provided Mad Bull with a piece of news that the bastards from the Blackwater Company sent a team to escort the property they looted in Iraq back to North America. It is said that the treasure is piled up like a mountain.

Among the bounty hunters escorting the Nile crocodile, there was also an old friend of Mad Bull. Before the ship approached the Moroccan port, the other party overheard a secret conversation with the director of the genetic engineering company, saying that people from the Blackwater Company were going on board to protect the crocodile. By the way, bring a container back to North America.

Mad Bull inquired about relevant information from other sources, and combined several sources of information to come to the conclusion that the treasure searched by the Blackwater Company was on that ship!
Let alone a wealth of tens of millions of dollars!

There was a knock on the door, and the mad cow got up with a shotgun and came to the door. Someone outside said, "Burbank Hunter's Bar, we have an appointment."

The mad cow lowered its muzzle slightly and opened the door to let people in.

Two people.

Walking in front was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, and behind him was a bald beard.

The former ignored the shotgun in his hand, while the latter kept eyeing him warily.

Mad Bull closed the door and returned to his seat, with the shotgun at hand: "Sit whatever you want."

Ronan sat on an armchair and got straight to the point: "Do you have any news about the giant crocodile?"

Mad Bull took out a few photos and threw them over: "Look at a giant crocodile with extraordinary size, strength and reaction."

Ronan looked at the photo. A group of people were preparing to attack the crocodile. Compared to adults, the crocodile was huge.

"This crocodile is more than ten meters long!" The mad cow has seen it with his own eyes: "Six first-class hunters died in order to catch it."

Ronan put the bag on the table: "Where is it? What do you want?"

"I don't want much money." Mad Bull stretched out five fingers: "50 US dollars."

Money can be solved, but it is not a problem for Ronan. He opened the bag, revealing stacks of dollar bills inside.

The mad cow pushed his hand in the air: "Wait, I still have something to say."

Seeing that the other party did not launch a robbery without thinking, Ronan was a little patient: "Say it."

The mad cow said: "That crocodile is more than ten meters long, weighs several tons, and is protected by a group of people. The employer who caught it regards it as a wealth code and will never let it go. How do you plan to get it? You paid a lot of money to buy it The news, you don’t want to take a look at it, do you?”

Ronan shrugged: "Of course I have helpers, you don't have to worry about how to do it."

Mad Bull put down his beer mug: "You guys must be very skilled if you dare to hit that crocodile?"

Ronan didn't understand what he meant.

Mad Bull further said: "The ones escorted with the crocodile have something I'm interested in. I have internal support in their team, and we can work together!"

He turned the beer glass in his hand: "This is the premise of giving you news! Let me see if your strength is up to par!"

Ronan shook his head: "You are so troublesome."

He drew his pistol and shattered the bell hanging from the roof with a bang.

Mad Cow just got hold of the shotgun!
He couldn't help looking up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure flashing towards him. Subconsciously, he wanted to raise the muzzle of the gun, but he was held down by the shoulder, and he couldn't even use the strength to struggle!

The syringe in Ronan's other hand has been stuck into the mad cow's neck!

The mad cow only felt that something had entered into his body, and stared at Ronan with his big bull's eyes: "You... how could you do this? I... I have no malicious intentions! I just... want to find a capable teammate! Form a team and go grab...a huge fortune."

Ronan took his shotgun, pulled a chair and sat beside him: "I want to believe that you have no malice, and neither do I." He threw the syringe on the table: "This is just a chance for you to prove that you have no malice. .”

Thomas, who is good at physical exorcism, looked at all this as if he saw a whole new world and opened the door.

Psychedelic drugs work quickly, and mad cows who have not received targeted training are helpless.

Starting from the name, Ronan asked questions step by step, and it didn't take long to get to the key point.

"Why does it depend on whether our strength is qualified?" Ronan asked.

Mad Bull replied mechanically: "The ones shipped to North America on the same ship as the giant crocodile have a large amount of treasure looted by the Blackwater Company in Iraq. The value may be around 5000 million U.S. dollars! I really want this batch of goods, but the counterparts Escorted by the professional security team of Blackwater Company, I need a strong manpower if I want to get this batch of goods.”

His idea was quite profound, and he talked about it eloquently: "I think those who dare to play the idea of ​​giant crocodiles should have certain strength. Giant crocodiles are difficult to deal with and difficult to transport. They must form a team. I just want to unite When they robbed the giant crocodile, they robbed the treasure by the way!"

Ronan asked: "Aren't you afraid of killing someone to silence you?"

But the mad cow said: "If you want to get rich, how can you not take risks? Be cautious and be poor all your life! I am not greedy, I only want an equal share! Moreover, I have internal support! Such a large amount of wealth, no matter black water or white water, I got it The news, no matter what, I have to make a special brew!"

(End of this chapter)