American Legendary Life

Los Angeles.

Bunker Division, 3 floors underground.

In the reinforced concrete room, there were only two chairs. A thin man was trapped in the chair, and the chair opposite him was empty.

Imprisoned in this empty and quiet room, Gandhi didn't know how long it had been.

He was very thirsty, very hungry, and he was uneasy thinking about what to expect next.

Gandhi did not regret what he had done, he really needed the money.

Although he liked Garbo very much and once worshipped her as a goddess, the cruel reality forced him to destroy his muse.

Keng.

The iron door was opened abruptly, and a handsome and tough male face came into view, with a three-dimensional line, and a yellow complexion.

Charlie Lee, American Chinese super rich, rumoured Garbo man, her child Lilith's biological father.

When he saw him, Gandhi knew that the rumors were true, and he clearly understood why someone would be willing to use a large sum of money to hurt an actress.

"Gandhi!" Li Zitao came in from the door, and the iron door behind him closed again.

It was no surprise to him that he didn't get a reply. Sitting opposite him with a cold expression, Li Zitao loosened his duffel bag.

Boom!

The heavy noise mixed with the collision of steel made Gandhi's heart tremble.

"You have three children...a woman who loves you, she looks very beautiful, and three children." Li Zitao took out a pile of photos from his suit and laughed.

"Oh... look at this beautiful little princess, she is so beautiful!" Turning the photo to Gandhi, his emotions immediately became excited.

"What are you going to do, don't get close to them, I swear if you dare..."

boom.

With a punch on his mouth, the blood collapsed, Li Zitao shook the blood bead on his hand at random, and smiled lightly: "What, can you repeat it again?"

"Eh..." Moaned in pain, Gandhi still looked at him with a fierce look: "I swear I will kill you, if you dare..."

boom.

"What?" Li Zitao put his **** hand on his ear to make a listening statement.

"I..." Gandhi vomited blood and wanted to say something.

boom.

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly." Looking at the blood on the back of the hand, the light smile on the corner of the mouth became terrible: "You know? My favorite is tough guys, but many people always like to pretend to be tough guys, just It’s like an egg, protecting the fragile heart with a hard shell, Gandhi... are you?”

Squat down and pull open the bag, which is full of tools, pliers, pliers, scrapers, nails, claw hammer, and a small hand axe.

"Demon...you want to do this, no no, don't do that to me, no..." Seeing Li Zitao laying tools one by one on the ground, even the nails were arranged separately, Gandhi struggled frantically, tone It was full of crying.

"You can't do this to me, it's immoral, you will go to hell, demon." Gandhi shouted arrogantly, as if someone would save him.

It is a pity that his wish must be defeated. No one can come in here, not even the police or the FBI.

No one can save him, not even God.

"Don't worry, we have a lot of time to play the game, more than you think!" Li Zitao grabbed the claw hammer and looked at it, put it down again, and stood up with his hand holding pliers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." there was a miserable wailing in the room.

When George got a call from the hospital, the tragedy in the room made him shudder.

Ten fingers were nailed to the wooden armrest, toes were penetrated and nailed to the ground, all nails were **** tender meat, body...

The blood beads splashing on the ground and walls are like splattered ink, depicting a horrible abstract painting.

"BOSS, Mrs. Garbo woke up." George lowered his head and didn't want to look at the thing on the chair that seemed to be a "person".

"Huh..." Throwing away the vigorous pliers in his hand, Li Zitao unbuttoned his shirt and wiped the blood from his hand, and turned around and left quietly: "Handle it clean."

By the time Li Zitao appeared in the hospital, he had changed into clean sweaters and sweatpants.

Because he was too in a hurry to take a bath, he still had a slight **** smell on his body, but it was very well covered by the disinfection of hospital and the smell of medicine.

"My dear, how are you feeling, I'm sorry I'm late." Leaning and holding her hand, Li Zitao gently stroked her forehead.

"Lilith." Garbo looked at him weakly, his eyes full of anxiety.

"It's okay, Lilith is okay, she is in the castle, Mary is taking care of her, and there are many people staying there." Li Zitao said softly.

"Yeah." The worry in my heart dropped, and Jiabao sighed and closed his eyes tiredly, and then fell asleep again.

"What did the doctor say?" Li Zitao asked without looking back, holding her hand.

"You can recover with a good rest." Ava whispered in his ear, "It just leaves scars!"

"Send some energy needles to come over!" Thinking of Carol Lombard said that the scar on her face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was eliminated by the energy needle, Li Zitao felt that Garbo would also use it.

Although the news about the "Energy Needle" has gradually subsided outside, many people regard it as a way of propaganda and jokes.

But it is being circulated in high society, especially in the circle of ladies, but it is only limited by the circulation of information in this era, so this has not been noticed by the public.

Late at night, Jiabao was still asleep and woke up several times in the middle, but each time was short, her abdomen, thighs, arms, shoulders, a total of 4 wounds caused her to bleed too much blood.

When the incident happened, the crew was filming the scene. Because Garbo didn't like being onlookers, the bodyguard was left outside the studio every time.

It was for this reason that Gandhi was given the opportunity. If it was not for the bodyguard to hear the exclamation inside and rushed in, I am afraid the situation would be worse.

The people on the scene were frightened by the sudden assassination, except for the director who rushed to the front with a scratched arm.

"In addition to the director, everyone else was fired and let them get out of Hollywood." Li Zitao ordered to Adolf on the phone. "I don't want to see them again in Hollywood, because that makes me angry, understand?"

Yes, he is angry!

And these people will never find any job in Hollywood again. If anyone dares to do that, Li Zitao will regard it as a kind of provocation.

"Yes BOSS, I think everyone will understand it." Adolf said in denial.

At the same time, he could not help but sigh: From today onwards, the whole country will know who is the child of Garbo.

"BOSS, we found it." Early in the morning, just as Li Zitao leaned on a chair and closed his eyes to raise his mind, news from SHIELD reached the hospital.