Tago thought about it for a long time.

Should I ask Bach to help?

Forget it, if he asked him to help, it would eventually turn into the boss who told him.

In the end, it was left alone.

Tago decided to do it himself.

After more than a year of development, he has now had some connections with him.

After Bach left, Tago picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Dolores, it's me, Tago." Tago said, "You haven't come to my house for a long time. I have a party tonight. Are you going to come?"

"You are a big star. Are you sure you want to invite a black man... to help you go to your home?"

"I don't care what you are, I just know you are my friend."

"Haha...I can't go to my bar because we are friends, but you can come to me at any time, and don't worry, there will be no paparazzi here." Dolores said cheerfully.

Tago let it go and said to Dolores: "As long as you don't mind I'm causing you trouble."

"Haha... I'm very willing to have a big star in my bar."

"Then I'll go tonight."

"Don't you have a party tonight?"

"You are the only important guest at the party. If you don't come, then there is no need to hold this party."

However, Dolores was not overjoyed by this, but realized that Tago was not really going to invite him to the party.

He turned to himself for something, and a smile appeared on the corner of Dolores' mouth.

Of course, he had no reason to refuse Tago's request.

After nightfall—

Tago drove his luxury car to the bar in Dolores.

The bar in Dolores is located on Mingo Avenue.

Mingo Avenue is the place that is least welcome to be mentioned in downtown Los Angeles.

There are twelve communities here, all of which are mainly black residents.

Although the Americans shout slogans every year, they must be equal and free.

However, this society is based on white supremacy.

Most of the other skin color people are still at the bottom of the house here.

This is especially true for black people. Not black people are bad people.

It is because of poverty and chaotic environment, coupled with the generally low education level, that they have much fewer choices.

If the social status, population, and education of blacks change their positions with whites, whites may not be good.

Mingo Avenue is also the area with the most densely populated gangs and the most active illegal activities.

All the black gangs here are mainly black people.

Even the wild boar king Mowgri, known as the King of Underground in Los Angeles, his tentacles cannot reach into this area.

Because it rejects external forces, or other skin colors, it means entering here.

This is not the exclusion of a single black gang, but the exclusion of a group of more than 100,000 black people.

No matter how powerful Mogri's power is, he will never be able to be enemies of more than 100,000 black people.

It's like, if a foreigner goes to China and finds a place to say that I want to be the boss here, basically what I get is either rolling my eyes or handcuffs.

Of course, the Black Gang of Mingo Avenue is only limited to Mingo Avenue.

They fought here, fought for territory, and they were also trapped by residents of Mingo Avenue.

This is like an ecological chain. The residents here reject external forces, including foreign investment, and then form localized gangs here... gangs, localized gangs... gangs are poisoning local residents, and local residents do not have enough work and education, so they can only become local gangs... gang members.

This is a vicious cycle, but it is also an unsolvable cycle.

Dolores is the boss of a local gang...sect.

Tago also walked out of a community on Mingo Avenue.

There are very few black people who can go out of a slum like him and achieve success in their careers.

But as a former member of this place, Tago could never get rid of his origin.

So when he contacted the local gangs, it became natural.

After Tago's car entered Mingo Avenue, he no longer had to worry about the paparazzi reporters following him.

No entertainment reporter dared to follow Mingo Avenue.

Even those war correspondents who changed their careers and became paparazzi, they did not dare to enter this area.

There was once a paparazzi stalking a star who walked out of here, but the paparazzi stalked on the street the next day.

This is definitely not a rumor, but something that is actually happening.

Tago found Dolores' bar with a familiarity.

After Tago got out of the car, he handed the car to a gangster wandering outside.

At the same time, he was given two hundred-dollar bills.

"Before I come out, this car is yours, don't break it up."

The gangster was ecstatic and wished he could pounce on him and kiss Tago.

Of course, although he had also done car thieves, he would never dare to steal Tago's car directly.

He knew the rules here very well. If he dared to do this, he would definitely die of a household registration the next day.

Tago passed through the dim aisle, and loud black music kept coming from the front.

Immediately afterwards, the light in front of me suddenly became bright and dark, and there was noise and noise in the music.

Tago pulled a little bald man over and said, "Where is your boss?"

"In the private room above." The little bald man replied.

Tago casually stuffed the bald man a bill.

Follow the stairs to the private room and push the door directly into it.

I saw a black man and three women doing something indescribable under the lights of the box.

Dolores looked up at Tago standing at the door, and was not angry or panicked, but waved.

"My friend, you're here at the right time."

Tago sat next to Dolores, and a woman was kneeling in front of Tago.

Dolores pushed a glass of wine in front of Tago.

"Come on, have a drink."

Tago lifted his glass and sipped it, and under the stimulation of alcohol, he also felt more pleasant.

"call……"

Tago and Dolores began to sing and exchanged glasses, both of them enjoying the pleasure brought by wine and women.

After three rounds of drinking, Dolores began to get to the point.

"Tago, have you been in trouble recently?"

Tago did not answer Dolores' question and was still drinking.

Dolores patted the little face of the woman in front of him: "Baby, you guys go out first, I'll talk to Tago."

Several women in the private room went out honestly, and before leaving, they even blew a kiss to Tago.

"Don't worry, Tago, every word you say here will not be passed outside."

Tago's eyes flashed, and after a brief hesitation, he finally spoke: "Dolores, I need your help."

A smile appeared on Dolores' face and the big fish was caught.
Chapter completed!