Los Angeles.

Bunker Division, 3 basement floors.

In the reinforced concrete room, there were only two chairs, and a somewhat emaciated man was trapped in the chair, while the chair opposite him was empty.

Locked up in this empty and silent room, Gandhi didn't know how much time had passed.

He was thirsty, hungry, and wondered what would come to him next.

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

Although he likes Garbo very much and worships her as a goddess, the cruel reality makes him have to destroy the muse in his heart with his own hands.

Knort.

The iron door was abruptly opened, and what greeted me was a handsome and tough male face, with three-dimensional lines, and the yellow complexion was somewhat conspicuous.

Charlie Lee, a Chinese super-rich man in the United States, is 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 clearly understood why someone would be willing to hurt an actress with a large sum of money.

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

It was not a surprise to him that he didn't get a reply, and sitting opposite him with an indifferent expression, Li Zitao let go of the duffel bag he was carrying.

Boom!

The heaviness mixed with the strange sound of steel clashing made Gandhi's heart tremble.

"You have three children... A woman who loves you, she looks beautiful and has 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 picture to Gandhi, his emotions immediately stirred.

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

Bang.

A fist smashed on his mouth, blood fell, Li Zitao shook the blood beads on his hand casually, and said with a light smile: "What, can you repeat it?"

"Well...", groaning in pain, Gandhi still looked at him with a vicious look: "I swear I will kill you, if you dare to ......"

Bang.

"What?" Li Zitao put his blood-stained hand to his ear to listen.

"I ......," Gandhi tried to say as he vomited blood.

Bang.

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly. Looking at the blood on the back of his hand, the light smile on the corner of his mouth became hideous and terrifying: "You know? My favorite is a tough guy, but many people always like to disguise themselves as tough guys, just like eggs, with a hard shell to protect the fragile heart, Gandhi... Are you?"

Squatted down and pulled open the bag, which was filled with tools, pliers, forceps, scrapers, nails, claw hammers, and a small hand axe.

"Demons... You want to do this, no, no, don't do this to me, don't ......" Seeing Li Zitao put the tools on the ground one by one, even the nails were placed one by one, Gandhi struggled frantically, and his tone was full of crying.

"You can't do this to me, it's immoral, you're going to hell, demon. Gandhi shouted presumptuously, as if someone would come to his rescue.

Unfortunately, his wish must have been frustrated, and no one could 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 think!" Li Zitao grabbed the claw hammer and looked at it, put it down again, and reached out to stand up with the pliers.

"Ah~ahno~ Woo......" A miserable wail rang out in the room.

When George received a call from the hospital, he couldn't help but shiver at the tragic situation in the room.

Ten fingers were nailed to the wooden handrails, toes were pierced and nailed to the ground, and the nails were all bloody and tender, and the body was ......

The blood splatters on the floor and walls are like spilled ink, depicting a terrifying abstract painting.

"Boss, Lady Garbo is awake. George lowered his head, not wanting to look at the thing in the chair that seemed to be a 'person'.

"Hu ......" threw away the vigorous pliers in his hand, Li Zitao unbuttoned his shirt and wiped the blood on his hands, and turned around calmly to leave: "Deal with it." ”

By the time Li Zitao appeared in the hospital, he had already changed into a clean sweatshirt 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 by the disinfectant and medicinal smell of the hospital.

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

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

"It's all right, Lilith is all right, she's at the castle, Mary is taking care of her, and there are a lot of people there. Li Zitao said softly.

"Yes. The worry in her heart was put down, Garbo breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes tiredly, 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 in his ear, "It's just a scar!"

"Let someone send a few energy needles over!" Thinking that Carol Lombard had said that the scars on her face were eliminated by energy needles, Li Zitao felt that Garbo would also use them.

Although the news about the 'energy needle' has gradually subsided in the outside world, many people have taken it as a propaganda method and a joke.

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

Late at night, Garbo was still asleep, and woke up several times halfway, but each time it was very short, and a total of 4 wounds on her abdomen, thighs, arms, and shoulders made her bleed too much.

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

Because of this, Gandhi was given an opportunity, and if it weren't for the bodyguards who heard the exclamations inside and rushed in, I'm afraid the situation would have been even worse.

Everyone on the set was stunned by the sudden assassination, except for the director, who rushed forward and was scratched on the arm.

"Except for the director, everyone else was fired and told to get the hell out of Hollywood. Li Zitao instructed Adolf on the phone. "I don't want to see them in Hollywood again because that would make me angry, you know?"

That's right, he's angry!

And these people will never find any more jobs in Hollywood, and if anyone dares to do so, Li Zitao will see it as a provocation.

"Yes boss, I think everyone will understand. Adolf said noncommittally.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: From today onwards, the whole United States will know who Garbo's child is.

"Boss, we've got it. Early in the morning, when Li Zitao was leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes to recuperate, the news of S.H.I.E.L.D. reached the hospital.