"Actually, as long as the flight application is submitted and the landing place allows it, it will be fine. They are just pretending to be powerful. I heard that there will be a curfew in the early morning, and we will have to line up again then, and they can show off their power again...

If I were still flying airplanes in the Navy, would it be their turn to speak?"

"This is a joint decision between the mayor and the governor. If you have any opinions, you can protest. I remind you that the White House was also involved in this decision. We'd better do it as required. You don't want to see celebrity abuse in tomorrow's newspapers.

Well-known, there were reports of escaping from Los Angeles for not following the rules, right?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, very soon, you only need to resubmit the application, obtain the permission of the new joint operations command, and then queue up again. The sooner you queue up, the sooner you can obtain the takeoff permission..."

The people at the air traffic control center obviously wanted to use this to show off their power. There are many people in America who have the bad temper of wanting to show their power more at critical moments.

In this society that operates according to various rules and regulations, the authority of the rule enforcers is respected. Failure to abide by the rules will cause dissatisfaction among the people. These people may only have this opportunity in their lives to get some privileges in front of celebrities, so

With the mentality of not using it for free, we must strictly implement it.

"When will that happen?" Some celebrities and rich people couldn't hold it anymore and started asking.

"It is expected that the mayor and governor will announce a curfew in the early morning, and the National Guard will be stationed in advance. You will almost have to wait until tomorrow morning to obtain permits one after another. Tell your name, sir, and I will give you the first application..."

"Ah...this gentleman..." Many people crowded forward. At this time, the county magistrate was not as good as the current person in charge. He was the person with the most power at the scene.

"Give me a call..." Ronald didn't want to wait any longer. He had a good relationship with the military, so finding them to open a backdoor wouldn't be a problem. It's just that it was too late to get through the relationship and find the officer who would take over the air traffic control at Los Angeles Airport.

Fortunately, there are stronger relationships...

"Hey, George, this is Ronald. I'm in Los Angeles now and need a takeoff permit. Yes, someone here has revoked our flight permit..."

"You let him answer the phone..." Little George was still worried that his partner was in danger, and he was furious when he heard the news.

"Who are you? I'm very busy right now..." The air traffic control center official looked arrogant.

"I am George W..., the son of the current commander-in-chief, George H.W..."

"I'm still the son of old Ronald..." He didn't believe it at all, hung up the phone, and then pointed at Ronald and lectured him, "You'd better apply honestly, otherwise I'll let you go last...

"

"I don't think you have the power..." Ronald thought about the scene where little George fainted out of anger, and felt that he would be freed soon.

"I'm going to let you see if I have this authority..." The officer found Ronald's flight permit from a pile of previous flights, and then tore it into pieces. Originally, he only needed to stamp it again to be released, but now

If you tear it off, it will take at least two more hours to apply again...

"Tear...Call..." The intercom on the official's waist suddenly rang.

"Control room, control room, I'm in the terminal, Over..."

"You Shxt! You MotherFuXXX...Immediately issue me Ronald Lee's flight permission, you XXXX..."

The official who was scolded was a bit at a loss, "But, I have torn up his application..."

"Let me go now. What are you talking about horseshxt at this time... Let me go. I'll apply for you to put it back together again..."

Ronald smiled slightly and said to Tom Cruise under the astonished eyes of everyone, "How about you go to my place first? Then you will transfer to Florida?"

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In the morning, Ronald's family was already drinking hot tea at their house in Staten Island. Paula Wagner left her child with Diane and followed Cruise and Kidman to Florida.

Ronald was still watching the morning news. In the early hours of last night, the mayor and the governor jointly issued a statement announcing a curfew. All sports competitions and cultural performances were cancelled. The latest home games of the NBA Lakers and Clippers will be on

Held in Las Vegas.

The curfew was not implemented in essence because the National Guard did not receive permission from the federal government and could not enter Los Angeles to maintain order. All the power was put into the wealthy areas by the black mayor to protect law and order.

Last night's riot caused widespread damage to property in major communities, and eventually spread to Hollywood.

Looting and arson engulfed Hollywood Boulevard, while unrest spread southwest to neighboring Gardena, Compton, Carson and Long Beach.

The black and Latino armies, who had tasted the sweetness of the riots, spread in all directions from Los Angeles, the center of the South. Eventually, they also spread to areas such as West Hollywood where ordinary Hollywood actors live. There were reports of property damage and personal injuries everywhere.

"This is really a mess. I have been in America for so many years and I have never seen such a mess..." Ang Lee had finished his awards tour in Europe and returned to New York. Hearing that Ronald was coming, he came over to chat with him.

"Yes, the riots in New York's Central Park a few years ago did not expand, and the PD still needed to be effective. New York was guarded by Rudy that year, and nothing major happened. Now the two living treasures in Los Angeles are both idiots..."

Ronald began to curse those two bastards, the director and the mayor, for conniving and inciting such a big disaster for their own selfish interests.

"Spike, what do you think?"

Another former schoolmate, Spike Lee, also came to see Ronald, but he changed his talkative nature and didn't say a word.

"Spike, what's wrong with you?"

"I think about the right thing I did in the movie two years ago. These people are repeating the plot I filmed in the movie. These bastards must make us black people die before they are willing to..."
Chapter completed!