Chapter 665 I Like Tough Guys the Most!

Los Angeles.

Bunker branch, 3 floors underground.

In the reinforced concrete room, there were only two simple chairs. A somewhat emaciated man was trapped on the chair, while the chair opposite him was empty.

Locked in this empty and silent room, Gandhi did not know how long it had passed.

He was very thirsty and hungry, and he was anxiously thinking about what would meet him next.

Gandhi had no regrets about what he had done, he really needed the money.

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

clang.

The iron door was opened suddenly, and what came into view was a handsome and tough male face with three-dimensional lines, and the yellow complexion was a bit conspicuous.

Charlie Lee, a super-rich Chinese in the United States, the rumored man of Garbo, and the biological father of her child Lilith.

When he saw him, Gandhi knew that the rumors were true, and he also clearly understood why someone would spend a lot of money to hurt an actress.

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

It was no surprise to him that he didn't get a reply. Sitting opposite him with a cold expression, Li Zitao let go of the luggage bag in his hand.

Boom!

The heavy sound 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 stack of photos from his suit pocket and smiled.

"Oh...look at this pretty little princess, she's so beautiful!" Turning the photo to Gandhi, his emotions were instantly aroused.

"What are you doing, don't go near them, I swear if you dare..."

boom.

A fist hit his mouth, and the blood burst into the air. Li Zitao casually shook the blood on his hand, and said with a light smile, "What, can you say it again?"

"Well..." Moaning in pain, Gandhi still looked at him fiercely: "I swear I will kill you, if you dare..."

boom.

"What?" Li Zitao put his blood-stained hand to his ear as if listening.

"I..." Gandhi wanted to say something while vomiting blood.

boom.

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

He squatted down and opened the handbag, which was full of various tools, including pliers, pliers, scrapers, nails, claw hammers, and a small hand axe.

"Devil... you want to do this, no, no, don't do this to me, no..." Seeing Li Zitao laying tools on the ground, even nails, Gandhi struggled frantically, his tone full of tears.

"You can't do this to me, it's immoral, you're going to hell, devil." Gandhi yelled presumptuously, as if someone would come to save him.

Unfortunately, his wish is doomed to fail, 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 games, more than you can imagine!" Li Zitao grabbed the claw hammer and looked at it, then put it down again, reached out and stood up with the pliers.

"Ah~ah no~ woo..." There was a miserable wail in the room.

When George received the call from the hospital, the horror in the room made him shiver.

The ten fingers were nailed to the wooden handrail, the toes were pierced and nailed to the ground, the nails were all bloody tender flesh, the body...

The blood splattered on the ground and the wall was like splattered ink, depicting a terrifying abstract painting.

"Boss, Mrs. Garbo is awake." George lowered his head, not wanting to look at the 'human' thing on the chair.

"Huh..." Throwing away the forceps in his hand,

Li Zitao unbuttoned his shirt and wiped the blood on his hands, then turned and left calmly: "Clean it up."

By the time Li Zitao showed up at the hospital, he had already changed into a clean sweater and sweatpants.

Because he was in a hurry and didn't have time to take a shower, he still had a faint smell of blood on his body, but it was well covered up by the hospital's disinfectant and medicine.

"Honey, how do you feel, I'm sorry I'm late." Leaning over to grab her hand, Li Zitao gently stroked the tip of her forehead and hair.

"Lilith." Garbo looked at him weakly, with anxiety in his eyes.

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

"En." The worries in his heart were put down, and Jiabao closed his eyes tiredly with a sigh of relief, and fell asleep again after a while.

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

"You can recover with a good rest." Ava whispered next to his ear: "It will only leave scars!"

"Someone send some energy needles!" Thinking of what Carol Lombard said about the scars on her face, which were eliminated by energy needles, Li Zitao felt that Jiabao would also use them.

Although the news about the "energy needle" has gradually subsided in the outside world, many people regard it as a way of propaganda and a joke.

But it is circulating in the upper class, especially among the ladies, but it is limited by the circulation of information in this era, so this has not been noticed by the public.

In the middle of the night, Jiabao was still in a deep sleep. She woke up several times in the middle, but each time was very short. There were four wounds on her abdomen, thighs, arms, and shoulders, which caused her to bleed too much.

When it happened, the crew was filming, and because Garbo didn't like to be watched, the bodyguards were left outside the studio every time.

It was precisely because of this that Gandhi could take advantage of the opportunity. If the bodyguards hadn't rushed in after hearing the exclamation inside, the situation would have been even worse.

Everyone on the shooting scene was stunned by the sudden assassination, except the director who rushed forward and got his arm scratched.

"Except for the director, everyone else has been fired, let them get out of Hollywood." Li Zitao told Adolf on the phone. "I don't want to see them in Hollywood anymore, because that would make me very angry, understand?"

That's right, he was venting his anger!

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

"Yes boss, I think everyone will understand." Adolf said without denying.

At the same time, he couldn't help sighing in his heart: After today, the whole of America will know who exactly Garbo's child belongs to.

"Boss, we found it." In the early morning, when Li Zitao was leaning back on the chair and closing his eyes to rest, the news from SHIELD reached the hospital.