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In a café on West 61st Street in South Central Los Angeles, John Singleton frowned as he looked at a Black man with dreadlocks sitting across from him.

"Loll, you've disrupted our filming three times in the past half-month, causing us significant losses."

"Moreover, we've already informed the big boss, Juan, and he agreed that we could film here. His people are cooperating with us. What you're doing goes against Juan's wishes!"

John Singleton was very angry because this group had disrupted the set three times in just three weeks of filming "Boyz n the Hood."

Loll, with his dreadlocks and burly physique, simply smiled at John Singleton. "Your film crew only informed Cripple Juan about filming here. Are you looking down on our Bloods gang?"

John Singleton was worried about the filming schedule of "Boyz n the Hood" because the movie was scheduled to be released next spring.

He spread his hands. "Okay, Loll, you can tell me, what do you want?"

Loll grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth on his dark face, and waved two fingers. "$200,000. I swear to God, your film crew won't be harassed anymore!"

"That's impossible," John Singleton shouted excitedly. "We've already sent someone to notify Juan."

Loll flicked the thick gold chain around his neck and walked out of the café. "Then you can only hope Juan can protect you forever!"

After Loll left, John Singleton sighed. Neither the police nor Juan could protect the film crew forever.

These small gang members were truly impossible to guard against.

At this moment, Jack Wells walked over and patted John Singleton on the shoulder. "I've notified Aaron. We'll handle this. You just focus on filming!"

John Singleton nodded.

In the afternoon, Jack Wells found Aaron and explained the problem with "Boyz n the Hood" in detail.

"Didn't they say they had an agreement with Cripple Juan in that neighborhood?"

Aaron was speechless. "You can't handle three or four small-time gangsters?"

Jack Wells smiled helplessly. "Most of the Black people in that neighborhood are gang members, and the members themselves are complicated."

"Cripple Juan can control most of them, but those few are from other gangs and always appear when there are no police or Juan's men around!"

Aaron understood. This was impossible to defend against?

"$200,000, huh? That's enough to buy a few lives!"

There was no way Aaron would set this precedent. Otherwise, if a few random people came along, would he have to pay them?

"The investment in "Boyz n the Hood" is $5 million! These bastards are wasting my money!"

Jack Wells looked at Aaron. "I'll take care of them. We can't let them affect the filming schedule. They're just three or four low-level Black guys. No one will pay attention."

"As long as we take care of that Loll, it should be fine. You know, people die every day in the Black community!"

$5 million was a huge sum of money, and Aaron certainly cared about it. If these guys kept causing trouble, who knew how much he would lose?

"Go and keep an eye on things near the set now, and have someone find Loll's hideout."

"Then find someone to take care of things!"

Originally, Aaron had been focusing on the filming of "Ghost," but he didn't expect there to be problems with "Boyz n the Hood."

And Cripple Juan, it seemed, was also trash.

"You agreed?"

Aaron nodded. "Since they want my money, that's unearned. God won't allow that."

"Have you guys persuade them to repent to God!"

Aaron was in a bad mood now, a really bad mood, because someone wanted his money?

This made him very uncomfortable.

"Okay, wait for my call!" Jack Wells was very willing to send them to see God. Repentance and such was not his concern.

Soon, the two of them went to the "Boyz n the Hood" set together. Aaron stayed behind to see which bastards wanted his money.

Jack Wells left quickly.

That evening, at the intersection of West 75th Street, a young Black man came to a phone booth, made a call, and then hurried to the street corner.

"75th Street, 550 apartment, three people, Loll is inside. Someone just saw them go in!"

Jack Wells nodded and gave the man a hundred dollars. The Black man quickly disappeared into the night.

Then, Jack Wells called his friend.

Half an hour later, Jack Wells and his friend John Levine drove to the vicinity of 550 75th Street.

A two-story small apartment, old, dirty, and the exterior walls were full of graffiti!

John Levine was of German descent, with a fierce appearance and agile skills. He belonged to the cleanup crew and had always been in contact with the Wells family. He took out two pistols, also equipped with silencers. "These are all modified by me, black market products, try them out."

Jack Wells took the pistol, skillfully played with it a few times, and revealed a satisfied expression. "It's almost midnight in an hour. We'll make our move then!"

In the dark neighborhood, the distant old and yellow streetlights couldn't illuminate clearly. John Levine and Jack Wells were like two lone wolves in the night, staring at their prey.

"It's time," Jack Wells looked at his watch.

Then, the two of them put on Crips gang bandanas and other insignia and gloves, grabbed their pistols and daggers, and got out of the car.

They approached 550 apartment, quietly climbed into the house through the window, a one-bedroom and one-living room layout.

"No one on the first floor, they should all be on the second floor!"

Jack Wells pointed to the second floor.

Read everywhere without missing a word!

John Levine nodded and went directly to the second floor with Jack Wells.

"Uh, who are you?"

As soon as the two of them reached the second floor, a groggy Black man came out of the bathroom and saw the two shadows in front of him.

"Fuck," Jack Wells cursed in a low voice.

Before the other party could react, John stepped forward and grabbed the Black man's neck.

"Ugh… Er…"

"Pfft," the dagger pierced his neck, John's hand moved swiftly, and the Black man was pinned down until the struggling sound disappeared.

Jack Wells also reacted, looked at a person lying on the sofa, raised his hand and fired two shots accompanied by screams, and then shot him in the head after approaching.

John Levine then let go and rushed to the room next door with Jack Wells.

"Wait, I'm Loll from the Bloods, my money is all here, I can…"

As Loll, who was naked, jumped off the bed, Jack Wells raised his hand and shot him twice!

"You," Loll stared wide-eyed, blood spurting from his mouth, looking at the two people in front of him in disbelief.

"Is the person outside dead?" Jack Wells asked.

"Dead, very peacefully, just a bit too much blood," John Levine grinned.

"Jack, you've graduated!"

Looking at Loll lying on the ground, the other party stretched out his arm and said, "Ambulance…"

"You go find the money. This guy just said he had some money," Jack Wells said as he squatted down.

He grabbed the other party's hair, "Loll, right? Don't be afraid, really, don't be afraid, tell me quickly, where's the money?"

Loll gasped and pointed to the bedside table drawer.

John Levine pulled it open, and there were only a few hundred dollars plus gold chains and other accessories inside. He grabbed them all.

"Who are you?"

"Bang…" Jack fired another shot, directly hitting the other party's head. "You talk too much!"

"Let's go, this gold chain is fake," John looked at the gold chain and then at Jack Wells. "Do you believe me, it can float in water?"

Jack Wells's smile disappeared. "He's a small leader, at least, and he only has a few hundred dollars?"

John then took out the Crips insignia from his pocket and threw it on the ground. "Okay, let's get out of here quickly…"

This chapter has been revised. If you saw it during the day, it would have been revised long ago. I only got back tonight after spending half the day on an IV drip…

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