The onlookers were stunned, and they could not have imagined that such a scene would happen! This is not a judgment, it is clearly a sending heroes to war.

The car drove away from DreamWorks headquarters and Harvey Street in such a singing voice. I originally thought that it might be better if I left Harvey Street, but when the car left Harvey Street, I realized how ridiculous my thoughts were.

On both sides of the streets in Hollywood, there were crowds of people, and there was no sign of the head at first sight. The cars were among them, and they could only be said to be moving little by little!

These people stood on both sides of the road, silently staring at the car, and ran the flowers in their hands on the road.

This is true all the way from Hollywood to Los Angeles. When entering downtown Los Angeles, it is even more difficult for the police cars to move around.

It usually takes more than half an hour to get from DreamWorks to the Los Angeles Court, but this time, when the police car arrived at the Los Angeles detention center, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. The bailiffs took me to go through the procedures one by one, and it took about half an hour before I was officially handed over to the detention center.

"Mr. Corleon, my name is Molokobi, and I am the head of the detention center. I think Boss Boss should tell you that you don't have to worry about it." A tall guy walked up to me and laughed.

Then he took me into the detention center in person.

For me, I have been to many places, but I have never stayed in places like prisons and detention centers. This time, it was a perfect ending.

This detention center is also the largest and most tight detention center in the west. It has high power grids and is full of guns and ammunition guards everywhere. I followed Molo, walked through doors and walked into this mysterious place.

I don’t know how many turns I turned, and finally entered a so-called special area.

"Mr. Corleon. This is a special area of ​​the detention center. The people in the detention center are not ordinary people. Most of them are guys listed as public enemies of the United States. I originally wanted to make an arrangement for you, but Boss Boss designated me to put you here. He said this is safer." Moro was a little whineful guy, laughing while talking.

"Corion!"

"Corion!"

When we passed the aisle, people in the cells on both sides lay on the window and called my name loudly.

"Mr. Corleon, you don't know. These guys have been completely crazy since they knew you were going to move in this morning." Molo pointed to the people in the cell and grinned.

"Mr. Corleon, you are so manly!"

"Go to the law of the United States! Mr. Corleon, we support you!" But seeing me was like a chicken blood!

When he arrived at a room inside, Molo asked the prison guard to open the door: "Mr. Corleon, this room is specially prepared. Don't worry, there will be no problem. The three people living with you are all the top killers of the Burbank Party, protected by them, so you don't have to worry at all. In addition, the prison guards in this prison are all our people. No one can come in without my consent, so don't worry. If you have anything, please tell me." Molo saluted me and walked away.

The prison guard smiled and opened the door for me, and I walked in.

And the moment I entered, the scene in this room completely made me stunned.

I rubbed my eyes and said cursingly: "Bitch! My eyes are not blurry!"

I originally thought that since the detention center, the room inside must be no different from the prison. But the room in front of me is completely different from what I imagined. I also understood what Molo said about "special preparation".

This room is much larger than an ordinary dungeon cell, and is divided into two parts. The front part is placed with three upper and lower beds, and there are also some necessary daily necessities inside. There is a bathroom at the corner. This space is basically nothing like the ordinary cell. When I came in, three people stood there respectfully.

"Hello Mr. Corleon!" I walked up to them, and the three of them shouted in unison.

"Mr. Corleon, we were sent by Boss Boss Boss to protect you." The leader was a black man, with snow-white teeth showing his smile, and the remaining two men, one with scars on his face and the other with tattoos on his arm.

"What do you call me?" I smiled.

"Mr. Corleon, you don't need to know our names, just call us nicknames. My name is French fries. His name is Scar, and the one is Magician." The black man in charge introduced.

These three nicknames make me very interesting.

"Mr. Corleon, behind your room. I'll take you to the view." The fries took me to the back of the cell.

This part is much larger than the outside part. And if the settings inside are not told that this is a detention center, many people will definitely think it is a single room in a hotel!

There was a soft big bed inside, with a bookcase, a sofa, a bathroom, a radio, and even a TV! "These were ordered by Boss Boss Boss." French fries laughed.

Looking at this place, I nodded. No matter what, I will be staying inside during this period.

Taking this opportunity, I also started to talk to these three guys. In my opinion, since my second brother sent these three guys in, it definitely means that these three guys are not ordinary people.

Anyway, it was boring inside, so it would be better to listen to their stories, so the four of us started chatting in the room.

What I am most interested in is their nicknames. After their introduction, I understand the origin of these three people's nicknames.

The black man in the leader is nicknamed French fries, and is the person he trusts the most. He has followed his second brother when he has only a dozen people around him and is loyal to his second brother. This guy is the best master of fighting, killing people without blinking, but he always looks like a good person, making people feel harmless. So he got the nickname of French fries. However, he is meticulous in thinking and has a very high status in the Burbank Party. He is a very smart person.

The nicknamed Scar is even more amazing. He is called the No. 1 killer of the Burbank Party, the head of the "blood group" in the Burbank Party. As the name suggests, the so-called "blood group" is a person who has already made a move to confirm the blood flowing river when he doesn't take action. In the American underworld, when it comes to Scar, even the big men of the Mafia Party have a chill on their backs. Compared to French fries and Scars, the last guy nicknamed Magician was a bit inconspicuous, but it was not that his figure was less than 1.7 meters tall, in front of the nearly two meters tall of French fries and Scars, but that this guy himself has no characteristics, and is thin and thin, probably he was blown away when a gust of wind blew. However, the French fries and the knife handle were very polite to him.

The biggest feature of this guy is that he has no characteristics. This is what French fries said when introducing him. Everyone who is involved in the underworld has one or two unique skills. Without this, he will definitely not be able to get through. But this magician basically never has any well-known unique skills. However, if you provoke someone from other places, no matter whether you are a fast gunner or a fighting champion, there is only one result in front of him: death!

When the Burbank Party and the Mafia were fighting, the Mafia sent 25 masters to a tavern where the magician often went to to intercept him. Before taking action, the Mafia arranged a net of heaven and earth in the tavern, not only packing up all the dangerous things in the tavern, but also arranged the twenty-five masters in various blind spots.

As a result, the magician entered the tavern and left fifteen minutes later. When the mafia went in, he saw only twenty-five corpses with skin peeled off.

The reason he called him a magician is that this guy can use everything around him as a weapon just like magic and then let the enemy die.

Looking at the three people in front of me, I felt completely relieved. With them, even if the National Security Bureau comes to cause trouble for me, I can rest assured.

In the next chapter, there will be a great man. Guess who it will be? Haha, this is a very difficult question. Let me remind you that this guy has historically been the public enemy of the United States.
Chapter completed!