Director Puyol, your words are so ridiculous. We dreamer +; now we are all clay Buddhas crossing the river, how can we save you? You have such great powers in the anti-black situation. Such things are completely slight." Gans was on the side, looking at Puyol and sneered. Gans had no good feelings for Puyol.

Puyol ignored Gans' sarcasm, stared at me and said sincerely: "Mr. Corleon, please believe what I said. The anti-black situation is no longer the anti-black situation. We have now become the abandoned soldiers of Roosevelt, and we also want to gain freedom and dignity. Mr. Corleon, please believe in my character."

After Puyor said this, Gans sneered again.

But I didn't laugh. I looked at Puyol and my head was a little confused. I believe that some of his words were absolutely true, such as they are now treated coldly by Roosevelt, but I can't be sure that some of the others are true.

Logically speaking, Puyol came over to ask me for help. This was too sudden and I should think about it carefully. But the situation in front of me made this very complicated. Everyone knows that at this critical time, the power between us and Roosevelt is often rising and falling.

If we can take this opportunity to pull the anti-black situation over, it will obviously be of great benefit to us.

But then again, if there is anything wrong with this, we will definitely fall into the trap. Who can guarantee that Roosevelt will not use any tricks on Puyol this time?

This made me very embarrassed. But in the end, I decided to listen to what Puyol was going to say next. After all, I believe in his current character. Now he is no longer the Los Angeles Police Chief who was accomplice for the tiger.

"Mr. Puyol, Gans is right. In this situation, I am really at a loss for your request. Although I know your personality very well and we are very likely to become friends, many things need to be considered. I hope you can understand us." I smiled.

"I understand this. Of course I understand it. In fact, if it were me, I would think so. Mr. Corleon, you rejected me today and I have nothing to say. I can understand it. But please believe in my sincerity." Puyol's attitude became extremely sincere.

"Then please tell me, how do you ask me to help you now?" I narrowed my eyes.

This sentence made Puyor feel immediately, as if the man who fell into the water grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Mr. Corleon, this is what it is now. The Anti-Black Strategy is now suppressed by the Eastern Mafia of the United States, and on the other hand, it is also suppressed by the Central Mafia, and it is almost lost in survival. We wonder, can the Burbank Party help me? After all, the Burbank Party is now the largest underworld in the United States, and now it has a great power in the central region. Moreover, we are now expanding our manpower and need equipment in great need. We hope you can support us." Puyol said solemnly.

His words made me, Coolidge, Gans and others laugh.

"Mr. Puyol, your idea is too naive. Although the Burbank Party is now very prominent in the United States, it will not be so troublesome. Besides, why should we equip you with weapons?" Gans's head shaking like a rattle.

Puyol still ignored Gans and just looked at me, his eyes flashing.

The development of the Burbank Party over the years has firmly controlled the western United States. Under the instruction of the Second Brother, the Burbank Party has also actively expanded its power to the central region and developed very well. In this way, three areas have been formed on the gangster territory of the United States. The western states are controlled by the Burbank Party, the eastern states are controlled by the mafia, and the central states are a gray area, where the Burbank Party, the mafia and other gangster forces are competing here.

The Anti-Black Bureau is in a difficult situation now. If it can be helped by the Burbank Party, it will inevitably be very beneficial, not to mention what the situation will be if they get the equipment provided by us.

"Mr. Puyol, your attention will be of great benefit to your anti-black situation, but what I want to ask now is, what benefits can we do this?" Coolidge, who had not spoken, spread his hands.

This is the world, no one can do thankless things.

"Of course there are benefits, and it's a great benefit." Puyol raised his head, his words full of confidence. It seemed that he had figured out this problem before coming here.

"First of all, you will have one more ally. If the Burbank Party can guarantee our freedom and dignity this time, our Anti-Black Bureau will leave Roosevelt's camp and be your friends. Mr. Corleon, you also know that I have been shaken by Roosevelt since before. I do not recognize his behavior, nor do I agree that the United States is chaotic by them." Puyor's first sentence made Coolidge nod.

It is indeed a good thing for us to have an ally, and it is an ally like the Anti-Black Bureau.

"This is not enough." Coolidge smiled.

"Second, the Anti-Black Bureau will help the Burbank Party expand its strength in the central region. By then, the entire central region will become the territory of the Burbank Party, which is no problem at all." Puyor's second statement is also very attractive.

If the West is controlled by the Burbank Party, many things will be different. At least the mafia that supports Roosevelt will never recover from then on. This condition is really tempting.

"Third, if you save the Anti-Black Bureau this time, then we can share some of the internal things about Roosevelt's land with you that the Anti-Black Bureau has at hand." Puyol paused and said the last sentence that made us all tremble.

Compared with the previous two benefits, this benefit is too unstoppable. Although the status of the Anti-Black Bureau is not as good as that of the National Security Bureau, as an institution that once worked hard for Roosevelt and as an institution that once paid great attention to Roosevelt, they must have some top-secret materials on hand. I guess even Roosevelt himself doesn't know about the content of these materials. If such things fall into our hands, it would be very useful to overthrow Roosevelt.

It can be said that the third benefit Puyol mentioned suddenly made the three of us silent and completely silent.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This may be our common idea. Nothing is more tempting than this.

"Mr. Puyol, we don't know what the so-called secrets you have at hand are." The cunning Coolidge smiled.

"Mr. Corleon, I can guarantee that such things will never disappoint you, but I will not tell you until you promised to work with us." Puyol whispered.

"I understand this." I nodded, then turned to look at Coolidge.

Such a thing is obviously a very important matter of opinion, and the key point is that such a thing is likely to have no store after passing through this village.

My head is a little big and I can't think about this issue well. I have to see how Coolidge thinks. This guy is at least more decisive than me in such matters.

Coolidge looked at me and obviously understood what I was thinking. He smiled at Puyol and said, "Mr. Puyol, I think we can cooperate with you in this matter, but this is not a hurry, it must be negotiated carefully. And you have to do something that makes us trust you."

Coolidge's words made Puyol happy, at least it means that there is a way to cooperate with us.

"That's natural. Actually, I think so too. Mr. Corleon, do you think this is OK? Tomorrow morning, I will arrange things at a base of our Anti-Black Bureau outside Los Angeles. We will discuss it in detail at that time. What do you think?" Puyol's lips trembled with excitement.

"Secret Base?" I was stunned.

"Yes. Please rest assured that it is definitely a safe place where we can discuss specific matters of cooperation carefully, and you can also see a lot of secret information." Poolefish grinned.

This made my heart tremble again.

"Okay. I can promise you this. We will meet at your base tomorrow morning." I nodded, as I agreed.

"Okay." Puyol breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and wanted to say goodbye to me, but suddenly it seemed like he remembered something.

"Mr. Corleon, don't bring too many people when you are invited tomorrow." Puyol whispered to me: "You know that Los Angeles is very uneasy now. I'm afraid it will attract other people's attention. If someone discovers this, it will be a disaster."

"This is easy to deal with. Don't worry, I won't take many people there." I nodded and stood up to send Puyol away.

After seeing Puyol away, the three of us left and Gans immediately started to shout.

"Boss, you really want to cooperate with this guy!? Cooperate with our enemies!?" Gans' eyes widened, obviously disagreeing with Coolidge and me: "Boss, this Puyol, anyway, is Roosevelt's lackey, and the anti-black situation is all Roosevelt's minions. You even cooperate with him! I can't understand! Something will happen!"

Gans was very excited. He didn't cooperate with Puyol at all in this matter.

"Gans, you're a little bit arrogant." Coolidge waved his hand: "The situation in the anti-black situation this time is really different from before. Puyol has now become a different person. For us, this matter is very beneficial."

I nodded: "This is a good opportunity. We cannot miss it. Once we miss it, we will lose the opportunity to win over the anti-black situation forever."

Seeing that the two of us were very firm, Gans couldn't say anything, but he still couldn't agree with such a thing.

Then, this matter was discussed among the senior management of DreamWorks, and as a result, there were people who opposed it and supported it, and it was very noisy.

At the end of the argument, there was still no final result. But I, I, wanted to go and have a good chat with Puyer the next day and learn about the situation.

Early the next morning, I got up early, and after dinner, I asked Gans to call me a taxi.

"Boss, are you going alone today?" Gans asked looking at me.

"Yes. I didn't say anything yesterday, to avoid unnecessary trouble." I put on my clothes and opened the car door.

"No! Boss, it's better to be careful. You can't go alone!" Gans grabbed the car door.

"That won't work. I promised them yesterday." I shook my head.

"You promised not to bring many people, but you didn't say you could not bring a few bodyguards. God knows what will happen if you go there. Boss, you should bring more people!" Gans almost begged.

"This is not a war." Looking at Gans, I was in tears, and then I had to say, "Okay, this matter is left to you, but the number of people is the best, but it is not good.

” I smiled.

Gans then let go of my car door and recruited me. Soon, Darren Oliver came over with two big and thick guys under his command. Just as we were about to leave, I saw Holkin appearing in the yard of the headquarters.

After hearing Gans finish his story, Holkina simply handed the things in her hand to Gans and sat in the driver's seat of the car.

"Old Tin, what are you doing?" I said in amazement.

"What? When it comes to being a bodyguard, is there anyone who can compare to me?" Holkina turned around and called me, which almost made me faint.

"But my wife, you haven't done this job for a long time?" I smiled wickedly.

Since Holkina and I got married, she has basically been no longer sticky to her job. Now I am really worried about her skills.

"Don't worry, even five such guys can't get close to your wife and me." Holkin pointed at Darren Liver and the two bodyguards behind him, smiling like a flower.

Looking at Holkina's smile, I felt warm and nodded in agreement.

Our car drove out of Hollywood, headed towards Los Angeles, and then crossed the entire Los Angeles City and entered the suburbs of Los Angeles. The so-called suburbs are actually a villa area.

"I didn't expect that the Anti-Black Bureau had been driven out of Los Angeles by us before, and there was a secret base here." Darren Oliver shook his head. The factory guards obviously did not detect this secret base.

"There is nothing strange about this. The anti-black situation is still somewhat capable." Looking at the view outside the window, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The car was running on the wide road, with tall trees on both sides. It was the end of the year now, and the leaves were all gone, leaving only the thick trunks. At first glance, it was vast.

I like this scenery very much.

When we entered the area we agreed upon in advance, a black Ford appeared. Under the guidance of this car, we entered a manor and stopped in front of a huge building.

This building is a bit old at first glance, and its architectural style is very baroque, and it must be an early colonial building.

“I didn’t expect there would be such a building in Los Angeles.

It's really good." I walked out of the car and looked up at the tall building in front of me. I praised it repeatedly. Such a building is rare in Los Angeles, but it is rare in the whole of America.

"I didn't expect that these guys in the Anti-Black Bureau would live a very comfortable life." Darren Oliver laughed.

Under the leadership of a welcoming staff, a group of us entered this huge building. The person in front pushed open the heavy bronze gate of the building. What caught our eye was a corridor paved with marble. This corridor was designed based on the corridor of the Louvre. Walking on the marble, you can see the projection of your whole body, and the magnificent decoration on both sides, which made people feel good after seeing it.

"This corridor is beautiful, but why do I feel a little gloomy?" Holgina, who was walking next to me, looked around and whispered.

"Didn't you just say that even five people can't get close to you? Why is it scaring you now in a corridor?" I smiled.

"Is this a two-digit matter?" Holkina rolled her eyes.

Under the leadership of the welcome staff in front, a group of people were led to the front door of an office.

From the outside, the house is not very big, and the decoration is very ordinary.

"Mr. Corleon, the room is here, you can go in." The welcome officer pointed to the office and turned away.

Darren Oliver and his two men pushed open the office door.

A group of mermaids came in one after another, Darren Liver walked in front with two men, and Holkina and I walked to the back.
To be continued...