The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1081 The Greedy Second Generation
Jack actually hates the noisy nightclub environment. Although excessive noise can be blocked by actively reducing perception, this will cause the sixth sense to be less sensitive to danger.

However, it must be admitted that having a beautiful female companion who can make all the men and women in the audience look at him with envy and jealousy can indeed greatly satisfy a man's vanity.

The men present didn't quite understand the rules of this kind of nightclub, so they leaned against the bar, drinking quietly and waiting for the ladies to complete their investigation.

Anna and Park Min-young spent nearly an hour wandering around the private rooms on the second floor like butterflies before returning to the bar on the first floor.

"I didn't find Zhang Mingjun, nor did I see the Korean named Michael Joe. I heard that there is a VIP suite on the top floor reserved for the president. He should be in there."

Anna leaned into Jack's arms, took his left hand and put it around her slender waist, rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered.

Her pretty face was slightly red, as if she had drunk a lot, and a faint smell of alcohol could be smelled between her breath.

"Are you okay?" Jack was a little unsure about this girl's alcohol tolerance. Normally, young girls should be able to drink a lot.

"Don't worry, with my skills, no one can easily touch me." Anna hugged Jack's neck and giggled in his ear, "Sure enough, the more powerful a man is, the stronger his jealousy is."

"Don't worry. Although it's unpleasant to share you with other women, I won't cuckold you. Hehe, this metaphor of the Seres is really interesting. Do they have any prejudice against the Irish?"

"I'm just worried that you might get drunk and mess up things." Jack awkwardly grabbed the girl's restless hand.

Although he has lived in the open-minded Europe and the United States for many years, this is the first time he has been teased in public.

Fortunately, Anna also knew that business was more important. She put her hand close to Jack's lips, rubbed some lipstick on him, and then separated immediately. She reached out to the bartender at the bar for a glass of ice water to cool herself down.

"There are no suspicious people in the booths around the dance floor. Zhang Mingjun either hasn't arrived yet or he went out through the back door." Ma Xidao walked around the central dance floor several times and then walked back to the bar.

"Let Jiang Zhentai pretend to be a waiter delivering something and go up to the top floor to scout the way?" Jack took out his cell phone and was about to send a message, but he didn't expect that several people's phones rang at the same time.

"Top floor box! Zhang Mingjun!"

Jiang Zhentai probably set it up in advance and directly chose to send group text messages.

Then came the second text message, "Help!"

Unexpectedly, he was the first one to find the target. Jack winked at everyone and said, "Minrong goes out first and goes back to the car to find Stanley. Xidao guards the safe passage. We must not let Zhang Mingjun escape."

After saying that, he and Lin Zheling walked quickly towards the stairs, one after the other. Anna picked up her small bag and followed behind them.

The structure of the "Chroma" nightclub is very simple. The first and second floors are connected. Standing on the corridor on the second floor, you can look down at the large dance floor in the center of the first floor.

The third floor is the top floor, a separate large flat of about three to four hundred square meters. You can see the closed box door by passing through the private room area on the second floor and going up the stairs.

Here, the roar of the subwoofer downstairs can still be heard through the resonance of the floor, but it cannot cover up the fierce gunfire in the box that sounds like frying beans.

"Can you give me a gun this time?" For some reason, Jack felt that he could hear a hint of resentment in Lin Zheling's tone?

He pulled out his SIG Sauer sidearm and handed it to him along with the spare magazine with amusement, then pulled out his usual FK7.5 from his waist.

Normally, there should be at least two bodyguards or security guards standing outside the door of this box, but there was no one there at the moment. An anxious Lin Zheling rushed up the stairs and looked down to see the dark red blood oozing from the carpet. He pushed the door but found it was blocked by something. He took a half step back and kicked it.

A body that was half lying inside the door was forcibly taken away. Lin Zheling had just stuck his head inside when he was forced back by several bullets shot at the door frame.

"Come again." Anna took out a stun bomb from her small handbag and pulled out the safety pin. Lin Zheling pushed the door a second time.

"Oh!"

There was a loud noise in the box, accompanied by the falling of dust, and Lin Zheling rushed in first.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" Jiang Zhentai, who was hiding under the round bar in the middle of the hall, shook his dizzy head and asked himself these three soul-searching questions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Deafening gunshots rang in his ears, followed by a corpse falling in front of him. He subconsciously rushed over and grabbed the pistol that fell to the ground.
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Time goes back to ten minutes ago. Jiang Zhentai, dressed as a nightclub waiter, carried a fruit plate and followed three "colleagues" into the top-floor box very smoothly.

As expected, he saw Zhang Mingjun and Michael Joe who were negotiating on two sofas facing each other, but it was obvious that the communication between the two sides was not smooth and the atmosphere on the scene was tense.

Michael Joe is a Korean-American, but as the youngest son of a chaebol, his American citizenship is just an identity that makes it convenient for him to act.

He spent most of his time in South Korea managing his business, engaging in various money laundering activities in the name of investment.

More than a month ago, his biggest partner Zhang Mingjun brought people in here and threatened the lives of his wife and children, demanding that all the US dollars that had been remitted to him in the name of investment over the years be withdrawn.

Michael Joe has made a fortune by making a fortune in recent years, so he was naturally resentful. Although he agreed to it under pressure from the situation, it was $1 billion.

He can find another wife if he loses her, and he can have another child if he loses her, but without the income from the ten billion dollars, he can only go back to his tycoon father in disgrace, and then hope to inherit more of the family business.

With the allure of money and a group of gunmen as bodyguards, Michael Joe suddenly felt like he was doing it again.

Especially after seeing that Zhang Mingjun was so arrogant as to come again with only three people, and was searched at gunpoint by his own bodyguards at the door and disarmed, Michael Joe felt that he seemed to be even more capable.

He knew very well where the money came from, and he knew even more clearly that if he could kill Zhang Mingjun
"I wanted to let you go, but you really have no self-awareness at all." Zhang Mingjun leaned lazily on the sofa, and didn't seem to mind at all that their conversation was heard by the waiters who came in to serve wine and fruit plates.

"What self-knowledge? Isn't it important to judge the situation? You idiot." Michael Joe looked at the three unarmed men standing behind Zhang Mingjun, and then at the dozen or so bodyguards standing behind him with Glocks on their waists, and he felt braver.

"You really think of me as your employee!" He flashed an electronic bank key shaped like a USB flash drive at the other party.

"I do have the money ready, but I think you have another option."

Michael Joe winked at one of his men, and a travel bag full of US dollars in cash was thrown on the ground.

"Here is five million dollars in cash. Take this money and go to Vietnam or the Philippines. Isn't your biggest concern now about how to survive the pursuit in the north? You are such a hopeless fool."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up from the sofa, pulled out a pistol from behind his waist and pointed it at Zhang Mingjun's head.

(End of this chapter)