In the chaos, Mila and the female assistant were pushed into a dressing room by the other party, and she swiftly closed the door immediately and locked it.
"Hurry up, I don't have much patience." Lazarenko said outside the door, and the sound of shaking the key came in.
"Why not..."
She snatched the mobile phone from the female assistant and found that the other party had already made several as calls, and they were all transferred to the answering machine without answering, and finally panicked, "Why didn't he answer the call!?" questioning the female assistant .
"It's all busy." The female assistant panicked looking for something to block the door. In fact, Song Ya was planning to quietly sign McXintian to pick up Daniel's leak, so the phone conversation was a bit longer.
ifollo
I have to follow him
everscehetouchedbe
I must always be by his side
andnothgcankeehie
Nothing can keep him away from me
heisy
He is my destiny
"Daniel, it's me." In the pervasive singing of the villa's top speakers, Mira called Daniel, "Help me..."
"Hayden told us, yes, as is also... at the door, hold on a little longer! Mira."
"Where are you?" Song Ya's grim voice soon came from the other end of the phone.
"I'm inside..."
"We will have big trouble in trespassing in private territory, Mira." Song Ya said in a ruthless tone. "Didn't it explain the heavens? Why did you run in again?"
"He threatened to expose me and the Ermao Football Association..."
"I said leave it alone!" The phone hung up in the man's reprimand.
"Woohoo..."
Mira was really frightened. There was a strong knock on the door, the sound of opening the door with the key, and messy Russian. She held the thin evening gown in her hand and went to help her, curled up behind the furniture used in the top door. , Tears rained down.
In fact, there was already a mess outside. Lazarenko urged his men to open the door as soon as possible, while constantly observing the crowd of people at the gate of the distant villa and the light of the police lights.
"Or, let's go first..." The people around Sandy Newton were half eating melons and worrying about not being in the situation.
"Who is Lazarenko who bought your house?" Sandy Newton finally dialed the number of Eddie Murphy, the former owner of the mansion.
"Former foreign politician, with his forehand eye open anyway, he is rich," Eddie Murphy replied.
"Should...nothing big, right?"
Sandy Newton put down his mobile phone and was unraveling himself when he suddenly saw another group of strong men rushing into the lobby, as well as local police officers in Los Angeles.
"You are trespassing in private territory!" Lazarenko's lawyer rushed forward to protest. He himself went to whisper to the suspected cia on the sofa and couldn't take care of Mira.
Lazarenko's people fired their guns again, and the guests screamed in a series of gun-moving sounds. An old man with a white beard who walked in from the outside was even more aggressive and raised his gun directly to aim, and the two sides confronted each other.
"This is an arrest warrant signed by the Hollywood District Attorney, Mr. Gilgahiti. Mr. Lazarenko, the U.S. government has decided to withdraw your home ban at the request of Interpol."
A police detective showed off the police badge and the arrest warrant, and Sandy Newton's eyes lit up, not because of the detective, but as who appeared behind the detective.
The man’s tall figure is very oppressive in this tense situation that is about to lose control. He crossed the muzzle of the old man with white beard and placed himself in the center of the storm. Then he scanned the audience without hesitation and asked "Who is Razalian? Branch?"
"Flap!"
Lazarenko, as the former prime minister, may be a small scene for him. He clapped and smiled and walked to him, "You are as? Introduce, this is..." He wanted to introduce the suspected cia on the sofa. .
"You? Someone is looking for it." Song Ya threw the phone in his hand to cia, and then suddenly made a right uppercut.
There was an intimate contact between the fist and Lazarenko's face. The former prime minister fell directly to the ground. After a loud thump, the hall suddenly became quiet for a few seconds, and his men drew their guns.
"Put down the gun!"
"Raise your hand! Raise your hand!"
"Let it go! Otherwise we will shoot!"
The Los Angeles police officers immediately raised their guns and sternly stopped, trying to control the situation.
"Ah!" Sandy Newton flees behind with the others, a mess in the hall.
"spit!"
Lazarenko, who fell to the ground like a dog, spit out a **** tooth, still looking back for someone.
"Yes, Mr. Senator."
Suspected cia's boss put down his phone, shrugged at him, and led them to raise their hands and stepped back.
His complexion suddenly turned pale, he cursed in Russian, then obediently ordered his subordinates to put down their guns, and the police officers swarmed up to disarm and handcuffed their hands.
"If you are in Ermao, you..."
Sandy Newton turned his head, just in time to see Lazarenko being escorted past Song Ya. The owner of the house who had just returned to his spirits was viciously preparing to put some harsh words on the scene.
"You will be nothing if you leave your home country, Mr. Former Prime Minister."
Song Ya was too lazy to even look at him, "Welcome to the free world." He took the black balaclava in the police detective's hand and wrapped his head insultingly.
"Sandy Newton?" He recognized the black actress who was watching this scene sluggishly. "Did you see Mira?"
"It seems to be there..." Is this a classic hero rescue American drama that is more **** than Hollywood movies? She was close to petrification and pointed stiffly in the direction where Mira was taken away.
"Thanks... Mira? Are you in there?"
Mila, who was very nervous, heard his voice outside the door, the voice of the only hero who could save herself, burst into laughter, removed the furniture blocking the door, and opened the door.
"I'm sorry." She apologized to the man with teary eyes.
"It almost happened today. UU reading www.uukanshu.com if I can't get an arrest warrant." Song Ya scanned her up and down, staring at the evening gown in her hands, "The clothes are beautiful ah?"
"Sorry."
Mira even forgot that she was still holding this in her hand, and immediately threw it away, rushing to hug him tightly, "I was wrong oh oh oh...never again..."
"You still want to have another time!?" Song Ya pushed her forehead with her finger.
"what!"
But I didn't expect that my hand slipped, and I took her delicate pink wig off with one finger. Below is her bald head when she played the role of a female soldier. Mila screamed and hugged her head towards the wig that fell on the ground.
"Hahaha!" Song Ya couldn't maintain the image of a domineering president anymore, and was amused to smirk.
She put the wig on the top of her head indiscriminately, and smiled embarrassed and moved.
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I love him, I love him, I love him
andytruelove, ytruelove
He will always be my true love, my true love, my true love
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1198: ? Cassidy's trouble
"Seriously, Eddie Murphy is a great house."
A large number of behind-the-scenes transactions can’t be said. Song Ya was quite interested in the hasty and brief face-to-face confrontation between himself and the former prime minister of a country. He was able to look up at the mansion leisurely with the right hand that gave him a beautiful blow.
If I remember correctly, he has been here before, or twice? The one who accompanied Hallie at the time was quite impressed with the oversized barn-style banquet hall in Eddie Murphy’s home. The banquet hall that was about to be built in her Highland Park home was a reference here, but I didn’t expect...