On the edge of a man-made lake in Brooklyn, rows of spacious villas are lined up, and this is the best villa complex in the entire Brooklyn area and environment.
The best security force, each guard is a retired soldier of the special forces, fully militarized management, and the security is as tight as an iron pass.
Once the alarm sounds, the police station will dispatch more than 100 police officers to the scene within five minutes.
Business predators, political bigwigs, underworld bigwigs, entertainment bigwigs, etc., the people who can live here are either rich or expensive, either worth a lot of money, or have high positions, in short, none of them are ordinary people.
Duke landed from the sky at the villa belonging to Bout, and when the two pitbulls lying in the kennel saw Duke as a stranger, they immediately became ferocious, broke the chain around their necks, and roared and pounced.
Saliva trickled down the yellow fangs, and the indomitable momentum seemed to tear apart this thief who broke into the house.
Duke glanced at the past casually, and inadvertently, the huge killing intent that had been transferred to more than ten worlds soared into the sky.
The bone-chilling chill extinguished the anger and bloodlust, and the two Pitdogs wailed in unison and fled back to the kennel, shivering together.
"Hey, what are you?"
The Pitbull's previous barking attracted two patrolling guards, who spotted Duke as an uninvited guest, pulled out the gun on his waist, opened the safe, and aimed it at Duke's head.
"Let me see, which daring thief is whoa, an Asian kid, tell me how you got in" "Boy, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands.
It's not a good place to explore, and you know that a poor person like you won't be cared for if you die here.
The two guards could tell at a glance that Duke's shirt was from a street stall, and it was clear that he was not a resident of this place, because no one here would wear a shirt for less than $1,000.
Duke was unmoved, his eyes fixed on the two tall white men, and a seemingly nonexistent spiritual force connected to the brains of the two guards through his gaze.
The huge mental power instantly took over the consciousness of the two guards, and now that Duke told them to commit suicide, they would obediently do the same. "079, 080, there's movement there, what's going on," the vigilant voice wondered in the headset.
"It's nothing, it's a mischievous cat who ran to Mr.
Bout's house, and the two pit bulls barked twice, and it's all right."
The two guards stared blankly, and the mechanical version replied.
"Go back and dispose of the traces I left behind, the probe hidden in the corner, and the video will be cleared.
Also, when you're done, you forget everything.
With an eerie distorted light in his eyes, Duke ordered two guards.
"Yes sir, you will definitely leave no trace in our handover."
The two guards regained their clarity, saluted, and left.
The basic attributes of more than ten worlds are superimposed, and Duke's huge spiritual power can easily manipulate the will of ordinary people.
Although it is not as exaggerated as Professor X to write and delete memories and erase the spirit of the other party, hypnotizing people is not a problem.
It was pitch black inside the villa, and before the real estate developer Bout had returned home, Duke twisted open the locked door, leaving frozen footprints on the ground he walked on.
The large crystal chandeliers are lit up, and the eyes are greeted by luxurious decorations, medieval retro style, expensive furniture, valuable antiques, and fur carpets on the floor.
The most eye-catching thing is the row of tall wine cabinets in the corner of the living room, which contains many famous wines.
Duke opened the wine cabinet, crossed over the bottles of red wine, picked up a bottle of Irish whiskey, and poured a glass.
After only one sip, I couldn't swallow it, so I put the glass down and went to the kitchen to make a cup of instant coffee of unknown brand.
The mellow caffeine filled the taste buds, driving away the tired sleepiness, and Duke sat on the leather sofa, quietly waiting for Bout to arrive.
Seeing the extravagant and luxurious decoration of Bout's house, you can think of how much ill-gotten wealth the other party has colluded with black and white, and how many families he has directly or indirectly destroyed.
Yesterday Bout was still an unattainable mountain for him, and the other party's power made him choose to die together, but after today, everything has disappeared.
Duke wanted to directly hypnotize the other party to commit suicide, but when he saw this villa, he felt that he was thinking too simply.
One Bout died today, and tomorrow Matt and Matt will pop up, Bout is not alone, and there are many hidden characters behind him, and they are all accomplices.
"Snort" outside the house, there was a sound of tire rubbing.
"Dear Bout, how much money are you going to invest in that sci-fi blockbuster, can we really play the female number one and female number two?"
"Of course, for the sake of you two little sweethearts, I am willing to spend as much money as I want."
Bout walked in with two tall, bumpy blonde beauties in his arms, followed by two bodyguards who were silent on their back.
In the midst of the blonde beauty's gasp, Bout kicked the door open, and the beastly hair was about to throw them down on the couch for a gut fight, when he suddenly found a stranger in the room.
"Who are you" Bout grimaced, pulling his hand out of the blonde's collar, bringing up a wave of breasts and hips.
Duke put down his coffee cup and swept his gaze over the bodyguard and the two blonde beauties behind Bout, as if he had immobilized them, making them unable to move, only their eyes could still turn.
"Answer me, poor ghost, I'm asking who you are" Bute didn't notice the change around him, stretched out his hand and pointed at Duke and scolded, suddenly seemed to remember something, laughed and said: "Isn't this the son of the old York family, I remember you, a top student at Harvard University."
Wow, what's wrong with a full stomach of knowledge, I spent all my money in a lawsuit, and I am homeless and want to work for me?"
Bout triumphantly pulled a cigar out of his bosom, lit it alone, and sat down across from Duke in a cloud of smoke.
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Ma Dajin knife is on Erlang's leg, holding a cigar between his two fingers, and he has the spirit of pointing out the country.
It's a pity that this world is about faces, handsome people are handsome no matter what they do, and ugly people play golf like shoveling.
Obviously, Bout is such an ugly person "Boy, I don't want to know how you got in, but I don't have time to pay attention to you right now, there are two big beauties waiting for me to conquer.
If you want to find a job, go to my building tomorrow, I still lack a toilet cleaner.
Hahaha" Bout said, reaching out and shaking his hand behind him, and said casually: "Throw him out, break both legs by the way, and let him have a longer memory."
Those damn black-hearted capitalists, I'm going to complain about them, when they bought the villa, they told me that this is the safest place in Brooklyn, but it turns out that a yellow-skinned monkey can swagger in."
Before Bout could say anything, two cold pistols were held to the back of his head, stopping his chatter.
Boot was in a cold sweat, swallowed and turned his head, only to see that the two of his most trusted men were holding the guns.
As for the two third-rate models he brought back, they were sitting next to Duke on the left and right, like well-behaved cats, one lying on his shoulder as if he were weak and boneless, and the other was waiting beside him with a coffee cup.
"What kind of bastard are you guys doing, you're betraying me, you're looking for death" Bout roared in a low voice with bloodshot eyes open and his fat body trembling.
"I know exactly what your family's surname, what their name, and where they work, are you really ready to collect their bodies?"
"I'll pay ten times as much as that kid gave you, put the gun down, and I can act as if nothing happened."
"Fu a ck, bitch, bitch, slut," Duke took the pen and paper, lowered his head and wrote hard, hearing Bout's foul language, and looked at the two stunned bodyguards with a little dissatisfaction.
The two bodyguards were so excited that they threw up the butts of their guns and smashed them on Bout's mouth, smashing off seven or eight smoke-black teeth in the screams.
"Ah, my tooth hurts."
"Help" "Mr.
Bout, you can shout louder, and maybe someone will hear your cries for help."
Duke didn't look up and continued to write.
This villa was enchanted by him, and no sound could be heard, even if Bout shouted in his voice, no one would notice.
"You're not the son of old York, who the hell are you" Bout covered his bleeding mouth, Duke's indifference made him dare not continue to be presumptuous, for fear that one would kill him if he was unhappy.
"If you ask for money, I can give it to you, you can ask for as much as you want.
Those two women too, I can help you get as many beautiful women as you want, whether it's a big star or a supermodel, as long as you are willing to let me go, I will get them all for you, and let them wait for you in bed.
"In order to survive, Bout doesn't care about anything else.
"Don't be nervous, Mr.
Bout.
I don't ask for money, and these two beauties are not interested, you can keep them for yourself.
I hope you will purchase all the items on this list within a week and send them to the clinic to be placed neatly.
By the way, I heard that you have completed the real estate procedures for the clinic, can you transfer your love to me?"
Duke put a list of various research equipment on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Bout.
"Of course, I can give you this villa in addition to the clinic.
As long as you let me go, it's all yours.
When Bout saw that the other party was so good at talking, he quickly nodded like a chicken pecking rice.
"When you're done with this, make a fellowship fee to my account, and I'm sure you can easily check my account.
After all this is done, hold a press conference, you have done all the bad things for so many years, and you have those people who have helped you, you should remember very clearly.
Pull up a list, read their names aloud at the press conference, and remember to be prepared with real evidence.
By the way, the bigger the launch of this conference, the better, and it is better for the whole world to know about it. ” Duke knew Bout's eyes, hypnotizing the other party to accept his arrangement: "At the press conference, you confessed to your crimes, and you wanted to change your mind and be a good person in tears, but you knew that you would not have a chance in this life, so you prepared a bullet for yourself, which will run through your temples from left to right."
Are you right?"
Duke didn't plan to take the other party's life by himself, it would be too troublesome without him, but it was obviously impossible to let Bout go.
In the United States, the cost of the death penalty is far higher than the cost of life imprisonment, and the court will not easily sentence the death penalty, or the execution date will be delayed for a long time.
So under the gaze of the world media, it is undoubtedly a good way to commit suicide with a gun, his death will set off countless attention, and none of those accomplices who are embarrassed can escape.
"Yes, what you said is supposed to me to repent of my crimes" Bout's eyes were blank, as if he had lost focus, and his pupils dilated.
"That's right, I'm proud of you for your change.
The Bible says that heaven does not accept people who die by suicide, although I don't think you are qualified to go to heaven after you die, but you are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.
Money can make ghosts grind, and everything is possible with money, what if you make it a day and see the money?"
"Yes, you're right" "Since you have no opinion, this matter is settled."
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