World's Most Fascinating Villain

This is like the most ordinary night in Queens, except for the unexpected cleanliness of the street, the homeless people who usually slump in the corner are gone, as if they have sensed the restlessness and danger lurking in the darkness, like biological instincts hide away.

The lights in the convenience store on the corner are still on, but the boss, who used to want to squeeze the employees until the last moment, is now urging Tom, who works in the store, to close up.

"Mr. Clark, are you sure?" Tom naturally wished to get off work early, but he still looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's only early ten o'clock." It was not possible for him to leave before 11:30 .

The fat boss nodded again and again, and he looked out of the window from time to time, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Clark regretted it. Someone had leaked the news in advance that something big would happen tonight, but he still relied on his little friendship to open the shop. He didn't start to panic until he found that the shops around him closed early.

Who opened a shop on this street, who didn't come here by scratching and rolling, and is the best at watching the wind, and now he is the only one with a light on, isn't he setting up a living target for others?He couldn't stand Tom's sluggish movements, and even started to tidy up by himself.

This little money can not be earned, he can't lose his life here.

The sound of the wind seemed to stagnate for a moment, Clark stopped his movements in panic, and tried his best to catch the sound in the air. The sound of the motor came from a distance more and more clearly.

He threw away the things in his hand, rushed to the door to pull down the roller shutter, then turned his head and shouted in a low voice: "Turn off the lights! Quick!"

The movements of Tom's hands were also messed up, and his voice became thin because of nervousness: "Okay, okay, Mr. Clark!"

"Oh my God..." Clark dragged his huge body in horror, rushed over to cover his mouth, "shh—"

At the same time, the lights went out, and the entire street fell into dead silence, only the street lamps were illuminating, reflecting the floating dust.

There was the sound of brakes, more than one car, and then many footsteps. Tom looked out through the crack of the door curiously, and found that there were crowds pouring into the street, and then separated at both ends, facing each other silently.

He heard a rough voice with a heavy Eastern European accent say: "Where's Lombardi? It's a bitch, you're too scared to come, let Gallo, you bastard, come here!" Then there was a burst of wanton laughter.

At this time, he finally really felt the fear, and wanted to retreat to a deeper place in the store, but the light was dim, and Tom couldn't see the path under his feet. When he retreated, he kicked a steel pipe firmly.

The voice was not harsh in the night, but it was no less than a prophecy of death in Tom's ears. He suddenly raised his head to look out, but met a pair of examining eyes. The man had a typical Italian face, It looks romantic and slutty, and it is more suitable to appear in a drunken gold-selling place than such a tense night.

Tom looked at him clearly, he thought he was dead, but the man just raised his eyebrows inexplicably, and then turned his eyes away.

"Aksenov, you don't need the eldest lady to deal with such bastards." Gallo said contemptuously, not paying attention to the other party.

The frightened boy was in a daze, and was pulled back by the fat boss without paying attention. Clark was shaking all over. The moment Tom made a movement just now, he thought he was already dead.

"Hide well, don't move!" Clark cursed in a low voice.

Tom nodded tremblingly, he was only a high school student, and the hottest scene he had seen on weekdays was nothing more than a football team brawl, where there was such a battle, but young people could never restrain their curiosity, he Can't help but ask: "Mr. Clark, are they gangsters?"

"...Fart, it was you sons of bitches who provoked us first and took three blocks from us!..."

"This kind of thing depends on your ability..."

The commotion outside became more and more noisy, and Clark dared to curse angrily: "These Russians and Italians are crazy. They were all fine before, but I don't know what's going on recently. I heard that they have been fighting with each other for a month. , why don't you stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence outside the door, but it was not the stability after the reconciliation, but more like the oppressive and sinking atmosphere before the storm.

As if in black humor, what broke the confrontation was an off-road vehicle approaching slowly in the distance. Before it got close, the driver seemed to have finally discovered something was wrong, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel to turn around and leave.

He could have left just like that if Gallo hadn't said it out of the blue.

"Heh, it's no wonder that you can't clean up the scene cleanly." He didn't hide the sarcasm in his voice at all.

Aksenov had a rough temper. He spat, turned around and fired a shot at the car, forcing the driver to stop, and then said to the men standing beside him, "Go and show me, where is he from!"

The gunshot caused some commotion, and Clark and Tom even huddled under the counter, not daring to move.

"Where did you come from! I don't know if the street is cleared tonight?!" Seeing that the boss had lost face and his own face was dark, his attitude couldn't be more vicious, so he just put the gun on the driver's head .

"I, I really don't know, other roads to Manhattan are closed, I didn't mean to, please forgive me, I'll drive away now..." The driver looked timid, begging for mercy.

The subordinate lost his mind, looked up and saw his boss gave him a wink, he gestured to give the driver a gun butt, and then said in a vicious voice: "Okay, get out! Next time, keep your eyes bright!"

He was about to close the car door when he suddenly heard a woman's voice coming from the dark back seat. He smiled knowingly and looked the driver up and down: "It seems that you have a lot of love." It's the best, but I don't know why, but somehow it sounds familiar.

The driver nodded in agreement, and didn't want to hide his eyes from looking at the back seat. After all, this man would only think that he was a man who was looking for sex late at night. It was not a big deal to have a sleepy woman in the car. .

The lights in the car were not turned on, and the woman lying in the back seat had her entire facial features covered by shadows. The man could only see a few strands of golden hair and the mole on the corner of the woman's lips.

mole? !With a look on his face, he rushed into the car and pulled the driver off, then lay down on the co-pilot, and saw the woman's entire face for real.

"What the hell are you dawdling in?!" Aksenov scolded impatiently, but unexpectedly, his subordinates threw the driver on the side of the road, walked to him in a hurry, and whispered something.

His expression changed suddenly, and he didn't even have time to pay attention to the Italian who was staring at him, so he turned his head and walked towards the car.

The sleeping woman was dragged out, revealing a face that can be called coquettish, perhaps because of too much movement, she finally regained some consciousness from the chaos, saw the familiar face in front of her, climbed up as if asking for help, slurred Said something, then completely lost consciousness again.

Aksenov was furious. He turned his head suddenly and shot the driver who collapsed on the side of the road. Without even a scream, he convulsed and died in the middle of the night at the end of October.

"It seems that I watched a good show today." Gallo's attitude was leisurely, in stark contrast to the fury of the other party.

"Don't be sarcastic. Today's incident happened suddenly. I will let you off for now. Next time, don't blame me for being rude!" Aksenov glared, but now the situation has changed, and he has no time to deal with this group of low-level Italians. People can only let go of the cruel words viciously.

"Then I'm really, really scared." Gallo said softly, and then watched the group of Russians leave as hurriedly as they had come.

The sudden end of the armed fight seemed like a weird comedy. No one was injured or injured on both sides, and the only person who died was the passing car driver. Tom and the boss looked at each other, and at the same time saw the absurdity in the other's eyes.

"Dong dong dong—" the rolling gate was knocked, with a slow rhythm, like a gentle and polite gentleman.

If it weren't for such a weird situation.

Clark trembled all over, he rolled his eyes quickly, and then pushed Tom out: "You go, you go and open the door!"

With a courage that he didn't know where it came from, the boy opened the roller shutter with trembling hands, and then saw the Italian man standing outside the door with a smile on his face.

"I, I didn't see anything!" Tom swallowed, wanting to swear to God.

"Relax, boy." Gallo had a good attitude, he even tried to pat Tom on the shoulder and was not annoyed at being dodged.

"I won't do anything to you," he said, "as long as you don't tell what happened tonight."

Gallo said this to Tom, but looked past him, looking at Clark who was still huddled in the counter: "Promise me, okay?"

The boy nodded hurriedly: "I can't say a word!"

"Very well, you can go." Gallo nodded in satisfaction, then turned sideways, watching the two men stagger out of the shop and out of the street until their backs disappeared at the end.

"Boss, here." Someone dismantled the dashcam and handed it to Gallo.

He played with the palm-sized thing, and said lazily, "Give this to Haley, and we can rest for a while, idiot, do you really think I'm trying to trouble them..."

Gallo felt a headache when he thought about trying to provoke those Russians in every possible way recently. Fortunately, what he had to do now was over.

"Corpse..."

"Just put it there, why, do you still want to call the police?" He squinted at the speaker, who immediately fell silent.

Everyone got into the car one by one, followed by the sound of the car starting, and soon, the street returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Except for the corpse lying in a pool of blood.

Lu Heng received a message around eleven o'clock. After a long silence, she put away her phone, her eyes were black and filled with negative emotions.

"Baby?" Aneta reached out to hug her and asked softly.

Lu Heng's voice was hoarse, like the whip of the goddess of revenge: "It's started."

tbc.