Chapter 346 You call this thieves eating thieves! ?

Du Sheng thought about the epidemic last year.

As well as the filming schedule of "Kill Bill 2" in various countries, I feel relieved.

I just didn’t expect that there were so many twists and turns behind this character.

In the previous life, it must have been because they were unable to invite Jet Li, Zhen Zidan and others to make guest appearances that they made this choice as a second choice.

It’s just that because of his presence here, his net worth is entry-level for Hollywood.

I have to say, fate is something that is hard to describe.

"Mr. Du, if you have any ideas, I can notify the crew to contact you."

"Haha, thank you, Master Ba."

Du Sheng was aware of the interpersonal relationships and did not refuse.

If it were an ordinary European or American movie, he might just consider it.

But this is Quentin's Kill Bill 2!
A great opportunity to break into Hollywood and show yourself to audiences from all over the world.

Although he only made a cameo appearance, he was the heroine's mentor and eventually died at the hands of the heroine's nemesis, becoming part of the heroine's revenge clue.

It is sure to leave a lasting impression.

Moreover, this scene was filmed in Beijing, so there was no need to travel long distances and it could be completed in a few days at most, so there was still some time available.

Even if "The Twin Dragons" has already started filming by then, it should be no problem to adjust the shooting order.

"Mr. Du, I will wait for you in Hollywood!"

Yuan Heping laughed heartily.

"Haha, what a coincidence! I happen to be near Hollywood and can go there tomorrow."

"That's great. I can also process my actor's license at that time."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Yuan Heping suddenly remembered something and reminded him:
"By the way, those foreign devils offer a maximum of 50 US dollars in compensation. Don't let them fool you."

In Yuan Heping's mind, he came to Hollywood to make quick money, and his roots were still in Hong Kong.

Du Sheng has a relationship with Won Bin and is also a media boss, so it goes without saying who he will favor.

Du Sheng heard the kindness and smiled:
"Thank you for your advice, Master Ba. Let's have a quick meal together tomorrow if you're free."

In fact, even if the other party wants to lower the price, he won’t care too much.

After all, there are not many such opportunities.

And even if he only gave 30 US dollars, it would be more than 200 million when converted back.

But since Yuan Heping made the suggestion with good intentions, he naturally would not push away his good intentions.

After Du Sheng hung up the phone, he thought for a moment and made a long-distance call to Wang Jinhua to give her some special instructions.

Sure enough, thirty minutes later.

Wang Jinhua called back with a little excitement.

She never expected that Du Sheng would receive a special invitation just after a trip to the Lighthouse Country.

This is something that 99% of the country's top stars cannot do!
Moreover, the foreigners quoted a price of 200 million RMB right away.

However, Wang Jinhua was reminded by Du Sheng that Du Sheng was extremely popular in Asia and was the first Chinese world boxing champion.

In the end, just as Yuan Heping had guessed, the salary was set at 50 US dollars.

This movie can definitely become a springboard for him to enter Hollywood!
In the future, whether it is accepting films or investing in productions there, I will have bargaining chips to show for it.
Otherwise, the entry threshold alone would be enough to stop countless people.

Of course, investing in production is still a luxury at present.

Not to mention the publicity and connections, even a small-budget thriller would cost at least tens of millions of dollars.

Unless there is a windfall, the dream process will be accelerated.

……

At the same time, in an underground warehouse in the old town of Las Vegas.

Ammunition and various firearms were scattered everywhere, as well as boxes of black explosives and fuses.

Not far away, a group of fierce-looking men gathered in twos and threes, playing cards out of boredom.

If you look closely, you will find that most of them have Slavic features and speak in the Rakshasa language.

"Brothers, be quiet for a moment—"

Oliver, the leader, smoked a cigar and clapped his hands at everyone present:
"After so long of recuperation, everyone's bodies should have recovered almost completely."

Calm, who was shirtless and had his muscular chest exposed, spat out the bone in his mouth and cursed:
"We left our hometown and came here to make a fortune, but now we're stuck here all day, and we're already suffocating!"

The other gangsters who were playing cards also became angry:

"Boss, that little injury is nothing. I think you should have done another job a long time ago."

"The last incident has been settled. Those federal detectives can't do anything to us. If we continue to hide, we will be in trouble."

Las Vegas is now famous for "gambling".

But in fact, in the beginning, this place was the breeding ground, growth ground and fighting ground of the "black gangs".

Even after the large-scale crackdown by the federal police, the atmosphere of fear and killing is still lurking beneath the surface of prosperity.

Oliver nodded slightly, and his sharp eyes swept over everyone one by one:

"A friend of mine told me that a batch of drugs worth tens of millions of dollars from Mexico is about to be traded."

"The most important thing is that the local Black Panther Gang is not willing to pay for this batch of goods. They will probably pretend to trade and snatch it from the Moslems.
We will rob the gangsters, and they will never dare to say a word. It depends on whether you are brave enough!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone at the scene began to breathe heavily.

"Tens of millions of dollars + goods worth tens of millions? This is more than the five million we got from the last kidnapping!"

Calm's eyes were red, and he was the first to stand out excitedly:
"Such a good opportunity, I'd rather be struck by lightning!"

"They are just a bunch of black-skinned bastards. Even with guns, they are still trash. Why should we be afraid of them?"

"On average, each person will get at least two to three million!"

"It's time to do this!"

The men were in high spirits and their anticipation was palpable.

"but--"

Oliver's eyes swept across the room, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "I got an important piece of information. Recently, a state detective has infiltrated."

After these words were spoken, the scene fell into silence.

Some new members looked around anxiously.

Oliver ignored all this and continued expressionlessly:
“From now on, no one is allowed to leave alone and activities are supervised by each other.

I don't know how many undercover agents have infiltrated, so I can only eliminate them one by one!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pointed the muzzle of his gun at a white youth:
"Tell me, is this the right thing to do?"

The white youth trembled with fear and said in panic:

"Boss, I'm not undercover!"

"I know you're not."

Oliver gave a cruel smile and suddenly turned the gun towards the scarred man next to the white youth.

"You are the undercover!"

Bang bang bang!
The scarred man's face changed, and he died before he could resist.

"Come here, drag him out, chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

Oliver gave a cold order, holding a map and began to assign tasks:
"They're trading in this abandoned warehouse on Stuart Street tonight.

Callum, lead your team to ambush nearby and prepare for a pincer attack from both inside and outside."

"As for Carlo, you are already wanted. Your criminal files have already appeared in all the major gangs. So, disguise yourself as..."

"understand!"

Carlo and Callum chuckled and nodded in agreement.

Others are rubbing their hands and can't wait to take action.

That night, several off-road vehicles roared past the edge of the desert on the left and headed straight for the north end of Stewart Street.

Soon, the convoy stopped next to an abandoned warehouse where cement, ore and other miscellaneous items were piled up.

Not far away, there were several cars parked there, and seven or eight black men could be vaguely seen.

There were bulges at their waists, obviously hiding weapons.

Although the two sides had cooperated twice, the Mexican gang members still got off the car cautiously.

They are tall and strong, wearing green camouflage uniforms, and have a tough temperament.

The bald strong man in the lead waved his hand backwards, and a white-haired young man immediately threw a box of goods over.

"Robinson, the goods are here, where's the money?"

"Heimao, go and try the quality."

The young man randomly picked out three small packets and motioned a thin, dark-skinned man behind him to check them.

After a moment, Heimao reluctantly put down the goods and nodded to confirm that there was no problem.

"Twelve million, counted."

Robinson, the leader of the Black Panther Gang, grinned and pushed the two suitcases over.

The bald strong man also asked his men to hand over the goods to the other party, while he took the suitcase.

When I opened it and checked, I saw it was full of brand new US dollars!
After checking and confirming that everything was correct, the bald strong man signaled his men to take the suitcases and return to the convoy.

Several of his younger brothers remained alert, ready to escort them to the car.

However, at this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out.

"Bang! Bang!"

As gunshots rang out, two Mexican gang members were shot in the head and fell to the ground dead.

The bald man reacted quickly and barely dodged, but was still shot in the thigh. He was shocked and angry:
"Shit! Robinson what are you doing?"

"Fuck! You sold it to us at a price 20% higher than the original price, and gave it to Lame Guy at a price 10% lower. Do you really think we are mere sluts?"

The leader of the Black Panther Gang spat contemptuously and fired rapidly with his AR-15 automatic rifle.

After firing a volley of bullets, he ignored the fight over there, packed up his suitcase and goods, and wanted to get in the car to evacuate.

But he seemed to be happy too early.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, several gunshots were heard from the darkness.

The two men beside him instantly fell to the ground with screams.

A group of Slavic gangsters led by Oliver, armed with semi-automatic guns, suddenly attacked in a wild manner.

Faced with several large boxes of wealth worth more than 20 million US dollars, their eyes were already red and they were almost out of control with excitement.

The surge of adrenaline raised their combat effectiveness by several levels!

A bloody hole suddenly appeared on Robinson's shoulder, and his body staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

He decisively threw the cash box in his hand into the car, rolled to hide behind the car, used the cover to raise the gun, and shot angrily in the direction of Oliver.

"Fuck! How dare you come here to rob me!"

Robinson was so angry that he cursed:
"No matter who they are, kill them all!"

All along, it has been the Black Panther Gang that has been bullying others. When has it ever been bullied by others?

And he has already notified the state police, and nothing will happen tonight.

Now that this has happened, how should I explain it?

Robinson became more and more furious as he thought about it, and he kept failing while shooting.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da……"

For a moment, there was a burst of gunfire and screams could be heard from time to time.

.........

(End of this chapter)