World's Most Fascinating Villain

Early the next morning, the police informed the news that a body was found in Queens and shot to death, and the rest of the situation was still being followed up.

This is not very eye-catching news in New York, where there are many people. Many people slandered that it was probably another gang fight, and then they forgot.

Those who have something to do with this matter, although dissatisfied with the fact that things went wrong, just feel that the driver's life was not good when he was doing his job. He got into a fight between two factions and died in the end. , They just took the opportunity to slip away and didn't care much.

People's hearts are indifferent, but within half a day, the passing of a life is forgotten.

If it wasn't for someone releasing a video in the afternoon.

The angle of view of the video is strange, and the pixels are blurred. At a glance, it can be seen that it is from the driving recorder. The lens is adjusted to face the back seat. Even in dim light, you can clearly see the man who was found dead this morning. An unconscious woman was dragged into the back seat of the car, and after being put here, the video flickered a few times, and finally turned into darkness.It would be fine if this woman was an ordinary person, but someone recognized that beautiful face.

"Isn't this a model? The newcomer, the one from Russia, I've seen her quite often recently."

"Aksenov? Is that the last name? Russian names are hard to remember."

"I just remember her name is Anna, but the driver is dead, where is she going?"

"It can't be that she did it, she passed out."

"But what does that man want to do to her?"

Rumors are raging, but one of the parties involved is dead and the other is missing, which makes people feel prying eyes. All kinds of conjectures pop up for a while, and Lu Heng swipes social software, and he can't help but marvel at everyone's imagination .

The Queen

The man who killed the driver with a single shot was standing in front of the long desk with his head bowed. There was only one window for ventilation in the narrow room, which was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Do you know why I'm still living here?" The sullen man behind the desk was Lykov, the leader of the Russians in New York, and everyone called him "The Tsar."

There was a bloodstain on Aksenov's forehead, which was just smashed out by the "tsar" with an ashtray. Although he lowered his eyebrows and looked good, his eyes were full of disobedience: "I don't know."

He really didn't understand that even the third-in-command of the gang had bought a lot of luxurious residences when the gang developed to this day. Only the "tsar" lived in this dilapidated apartment that was inconvenient to turn around as if he was masochistic.

"Because I remind myself all the time, you have to hold your breath. Only when you lie dormant can you get a fatal blow." His chest heaved up and down, as if he remembered the shitty things Aksenov did again, and he was so angry, "You Look what you screwed up?!"

"The Tsar, that's my own sister!" Aksenov was no less dissatisfied than others, he raised his head suddenly and shouted, "I just thought he was a guy who wanted to take advantage of my sister, just a driver. Killed!"

"The Tsar" got a headache from his stubbornness: "Then why don't you use your brain to think, why did you go to Manhattan, other roads were blocked, and he bumped into you by such a coincidence?!"

"So what if you bring him back and ask one more question?! There's no room in the trunk, is there?!"

Aksenov also understood that something was wrong. He gradually calmed down and said helplessly, "Tsar, is there a problem with that person's identity?"

"Forget it." The "Tsar" waved his hand, "This time it was done by that woman Lombardi, even if it wasn't you, she would have found someone else to shoot that shot."

"Those bloody Italians?!" Aksenov wanted to get angry when he heard this. He said that Gallo was so weird yesterday, "Their previous provocation was also because of yesterday's attack?! It can't be just because of that Let me kill a driver?"

"The Tsar" glanced at him and said, "You're not too stupid."

"Is Anna okay?" He breathed out and changed the subject.

"It's okay, it's just an ordinary drug." Seeing that he didn't want to continue the conversation, Aksenov respectfully retreated after finishing his reply.

The dead silence returned to the room again. The "Tsar" sat on a chair, watching the light coming in from the narrow window, his eyes were dim and uncertain. He knew a little about Hugo's despicable things, but he didn't expect that an oversight would make him He put his hands on one of his own. Anna had just come to New York from Moscow, and few people knew about their relationship, so Mrs. Turner thought she was helpless, so she put the idea on her head.

However, the "tsar" was not sure whether Mrs. Turner really didn't know, or someone deliberately hid Anna's origin from her.

Haley Lombardi, what the hell is she trying to do?

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"Is it almost time?"

"almost."

"Let them make a statement."

"But only three girls are willing to stand up..."

Lu Heng turned around, with a smile on his lips: "Don't worry, there will only be more and more people in the future."

The tree falls and the monkeys scatter. Everyone knows this truth. People who were bullied by power in the past, now have the opportunity, why don't they step on it?

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That night, all those who bought the "New York Evening News" suddenly discovered that this long-established, pragmatic and rigorous newspaper reported the incident on the front page. Unlike the wild speculation on the Internet, the article was well-founded and exciting I have to be convinced, apart from all the evidence, what is even more shocking is the statement of the three female models attached at the end.

"Hugo accused of sexual assault?!"

"And the deceased was his driver, so Anna's unconsciousness was also caused by him?"

"How can there be such a vicious and crazy person?! What does he think of women?! A tool to vent his desire?!"

This report aroused everyone's anger. Netizens wished to find out Hugo and peel off his skin. Many suicides of models are also inextricably linked with him.

Not to mention all the noises from the outside world, the atmosphere in Garcia's house was extremely depressing. Today is the day for the old Garcia's family dinner, but beside the luxurious long table, only the young master is still leisurely cutting the steak.

Mrs. Turner was sobbing softly, and Barren, who was sitting next to him, also stared at his half-brother with fierce eyes that seemed to tear him alive.

Andrew was stared at by such eyes, and he couldn't eat anymore, even if he had a good appetite, he picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth reservedly, then looked up at his father sitting at the top: "I'm full, if there's nothing else to do , I will go first."

Old Garcia looked at his well-behaved elder son with complicated emotions. He seemed to dislike Andrew, but now he had to admit that he was more like himself when he was younger than his younger son who was more beloved by him.

He glanced at his wife who was still crying, and couldn't help feeling agitated in his heart. If it wasn't for this woman, why would he want to subdue in front of his son.

"Follow me to the study." Old Garcia said in a deep voice, then got up first and walked up the stairs.

Andrew raised his eyebrows inexplicably, then straightened his clothes, and followed him up.

"Ka——" the door of the study was closed, and the good sound insulation ensured that all conversations between the father and son would not be heard by others.

"You published that story without telling me." Old Garcia looked at him and said in a statement tone.

"How can it be said that it is hidden from the truth?" Andrew chuckled, "Father, you have ignored these things for a long time. I am just doing my own work."

Garcia's family is a media giant, and the "New York Evening News" is a newspaper that Andrew has just bought, and he is naturally in charge of it.

"But you must involve your mother and your brother." Old Garcia's face was gloomy. Although Mrs. Turner was only mentioned in that report, the origin of it has long been stripped away. What is it now? With all the words, Mrs. Turner has become the target of public criticism.

He thought that Andrew would at least make a fool of himself in front of him, but after hearing what he said, Andrew immediately turned cold.

"Mother? Brother? Are they worthy?" He looked directly into his father's eyes and said, "My mother died when I was young, and the one you brought back later was just to seduce my mother while she was sick. Husband's slut."

He looked at old Garcia's pale face with satisfaction, and even smiled: "You should be glad now that people outside only think she is 'Mrs. Turner', and won't shame the Garcia family."

After finishing speaking, Andrew turned around to leave. The old Garcia seemed to have decayed in an instant, and he stopped him weakly and asked, "You hate them so much?"

"I don't hate, I'm just disgusted."

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Aneta read the public opinion on the Internet and knew that things were moving in the expected direction, although all preparations could only be described as difficult.

She and Lu Heng found the three female models who were willing to stand up together. More girls were afraid of Hugo's power, and some were greedy for the benefits brought by their bodies, so progress was extremely difficult.

After yet another failure, Lu Heng once leaned in her arms, feeling a lot of self-doubt.

"Does this make sense? I can use other methods. I just want revenge, but I always want to give them justice, but they don't want it themselves. This really makes me very frustrated."

Aneta patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "But the meaning is not given by others. You knew from the beginning that this was not a smooth path, but you still did it because you understood that for you, there is only this way." Only then can you have a clear conscience."

Of course Lu Heng didn't have to hesitate anymore, but Aneta couldn't help but feel distressed seeing her depressed.

She fell into a trap called revenge, where there was no pleasure, only gloom and self-torture.

"How do you think Hugo is doing now?" Aneta walked to her lover and interrupted Lu Heng's thoughts.

"Him?" Lu Heng raised his head and gave an answer that didn't make people feel happy, "It's probably very easy, but he just asked the lawyer to draft a statement about the rumors, and he won't take it seriously. "

Hugo would be annoyed, of course, but he probably thought that the limelight would pass away, and he wouldn't even leave the United States, because here he could get the blessing of those families who were in the same boat as him.

But what Lu Heng wanted was his indifference, she yawned lazily, and leaned on Aneta's arms, but her eyes were not so tender, but murderous.

"Public opinion can't kill him. I know this better than him, but I have more than one gun in my hand."

tbc.