hollywood angel investor

Sitting in the co-pilot, Yan Ruxin rubbed her arm in pain.

She opened the sleeves and saw some bruises.

While lamenting how tender Angela's skin is, she complained, "Don't you think you should apologize?"

"Sorry." He looked straight ahead and said coldly.

really dishonest~

However, because of this, Yan Ruxin was sure that he didn't intend to harm her right now.

There is no need to apologize to a dead or dying person, right?

At least, she's safe now.

That being the case, there is no need to be too nervous.

"Hmph~" she said angrily, "Where are you going? My noon flight is a special ticket, so I can't change it."

"Kennedy Airport." He said, and then his tone fluctuated slightly, "Are you short of money?"

to the airport?

Looks like it's time to catch the plane.

Then she let go of her last trace of worry.

Yan Ruxin leaned on the leather seat relaxedly.

"I'm short of money. I don't believe you didn't check me, then you should know that my net worth was less than 3000 US dollars before yesterday." She admitted generously, "It's you who don't know that I should call you Christie Sir, Mr. Marcos, or some other name?"

In order not to be at a disadvantage in the conversation, she duly revealed her doubts about his identity.

Let him know that she has discovered that he has a "hidden identity".

He was noncommittal, and said lightly: "You seem to really know something..."

Just when Yan Ruxin thought that he was going to say "Okay, then I'll tell you, my name is...".

He said: "It's a pity that what you got is probably only the police information."

"...What do you mean?" Yan Ruxin didn't want to ask.

The interrogative sentence made her feel unsure.

But I was really curious.

"The body is fake, so the name must be fake?" He curled his lips and said, "You don't need to change what you called me before."

Yan Ru was a little surprised, and then mocked: "Mr. Devil, or Mr. Shenjingbing, so this is your real name?"

That's what she used to call him in private.

Marcos glanced at her over his shoulder, then calmly turned his head and continued driving.

A grown-up doesn't remember the villain's faults, you just look happy...

It made her suddenly feel a little childish.

But once again test out their current security range.

Look, even when she mocked her so positively, he didn't cut anyone.

That should be a high enough safety factor, right?

"...Well, even if you say that, do you think I will believe that an ordinary senior executive of an investment bank will have a secret room in his home, equipment comparable to an intelligence agency, and the ability to make a man who looks exactly like you? Did you create a fake death scam? You are too insulting to my IQ." Yan Ruxin said coldly, expressing that she did not believe his words at all.

"Does the corpse look like me?" Marcos stroked the steering wheel noncommittally.

Yan Ruxin was taken aback, recalling that photo, the bullet hole was right between her eyebrows, making her entire face bloody.

She looked at the person driving beside her, and recalled the photo again, it seemed to be a little different.

But she is not very familiar with him, at first glance, she thinks they are exactly the same.

"...So you found a fake corpse similar to yours with a bullet in the eyebrow? You can really find it, at least I can't tell it apart." Yan Ruxin said, "So, your name is really Marcus Christie?"

He said softly: "Max Heydrich Van Christie, full name."

"Huh? Okay." Yan Ruxin was taken aback for a moment, and after observing his expression, she basically believed him. She asked, "Then Mr. Marcos, how do you explain the secret room and the arsenal? And how do you recognize them?" Me? Why are you in my car now and driving me to the airport? What is your purpose?"

This series of events seems to be a messy ball of yarn, with various threads on it.

There may be a huge conspiracy hidden in it.

She has great doubts.

Marcos frowned, and said coldly: "You have too many questions."

His words, coupled with his sharp eyes, and his razor-sharp facial features, gave him the sight of a cold killer.

Although he tested the safety factor, he knew that he should have no malice towards her.

But thinking of what she had imagined before, his hidden identity of undercover agent, spy, agent, killer...

Emma, ​​I scared the baby to death~

Yan Ruxin said that at such a close distance, provoking the notorious Shen Jingbing head-on is still an upgrade to the runaway version...

The momentum is still slightly inferior.

Probably because of the poor force value——

She had the urge to open the car door and jump down on the highway.

But for the sake of past friendship, he wouldn't kill her, right?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems...

Apart from being hostile, they didn't seem to have any personal friendship.

Hiss... so scary!

Her tone was gentler: "Well, well, I don't care much about your affairs, and I'm not prying into your secrets~ But at least, you have to tell me how to confirm my identity. If I make any omissions, I will It’s okay to change~”

She herself somewhat despised such a flattering tone, but considering the guns, ammunition, and eighteen weapons in the room of the Marcos house.

Still... be careful.

"I overheard the conversation between you and your sister at the funeral, checked your account, and found out when I asked you something." He answered her question in just one sentence.

"So you are really deceiving me?" Yan Ruxin was a little annoyed.

If she had known about it earlier, she would have refused to admit it. Unfortunately, she thought he had some real evidence.

He glanced at her: "To be precise, I can be sure about your reaction when you see me."

The implication: No matter what you answered at the time, he can confirm it.

Could this be a different kind of consolation?

But Yan Ruxin obviously didn't think so, she immediately felt that she had received [-] points of critical damage.

Stuffed up...

"Then you...are you taking me to the airport now?" Yan Ruxin carefully tested her words.

As a sane person, it is better to get along with a man who has an arsenal at home.

Although none of the firearms inside seemed to have fired, nor had any cold weapons been used.

But sometimes it is not terrible to fire, but the most terrible thing is not to fire.

Right?

Can't imagine more~

Although it is not enough to be afraid of fear, it is still better to be cautious.

"Same flight," Marcos replied, pulling the car into the parking space.

Yan Ruxin: "Are you going to Los Angeles too?"

Hitchhiking, this could explain his behavior of sending her to the airport.

But other than that, Yan Ruxin didn't believe that he had no other purpose.

Otherwise, he didn't need to explain so much to her.

She meant, they didn't know each other well, didn't they?

It's just that they often meet each other in investment banking competitions and have fought a lot of offensive and defensive battles with each other.

There is no friendship in private.

Then why did he expose her identity again, tell her part of the "truth", and go on the same journey with her?

These are all questionable.

It is not yet known whether he has anything to do with her murder, and the fake death has not been fully explained, and there is some conspiracy in it.

She couldn't trust him until she found out the truth of the matter.

Yan Ruxin bought a special ticket.

If it weren't for this sudden change, she would not have had the chance to fly economy class for several years.

Originally, she thought that the places where she and Marcos were waiting for the plane must be different, but she didn't expect that he also bought the economy class.

So, two tall, long-legged, and good-looking people sat on a bench in the waiting hall where people came and went.

One is a young German man in a neat suit, Italian handmade custom-made leather shoes, pomade and combed back hair.

One is a wavy Greek girl in a simple and exquisite dress, stepping on the sky, and carrying an expensive luxury bag.

Next to them, there are business people, elderly couples, family travelers, children running around...

It seems that two local tyrants broke into the world of ordinary people, and the style of painting is slightly inappropriate.

Yan Ruxin didn't care about the scrutiny of others, found a comfortable position on the chair, and then teased: "You faked your death to escape from bankruptcy, right?"

Marcos was much taller than Yan Ruxin even when he was sitting, he lowered his head and glanced at her.

Then he reached out to open the wallet, and handed over his ID to show her: "My current identity is a broker."

The name on the document was Luis Adolphe, and the photograph was of Marcos himself.

Marcos is more than 1.9 meters tall, born with aloof aristocratic temperament, and the CEO style of Wall Street elite...

broker?

They all went to Los Angeles, so they should stir up a bloodbath in Hollywood.

But think about it, if the handsome face of the "Wall Street Devil" is exposed on the big screen and seen by the black hands behind the scenes, maybe it will stir up a real bloody storm...

forget it~

"Oh, you are quite dedicated. Why didn't you change into a more plain outfit?" She gave him a sideways look and teased.

A hand-made suit, leather shoes, and a watch worth 10,000+ US dollars, this agent is richer than a star, right?

"..." Marcos looked down, white shirt, black suit, leather shoes, briefcase.

Very common.

Yan Ruxin couldn't help being curious, and said insinuatingly, "Oh, I'm just a little curious. Is it possible that your... this job earns more than investment bank md? How about the benefits?"

Investment bank md is a level higher than ed.

It was Yan Ruxin, if she hadn't died, she would probably have to work in Dalmo for another five or six years before she was eligible to be promoted to md.

Don't look at it as just one level, but the managing director is a partner with shares.

For a financial practitioner, he has basically reached the pinnacle of his career.

Going further, the only way to start a company is to be the chairman, CEO or something.

She guessed that his annual income was at least tens of millions of dollars.

If it's for money, there probably won't be too many professions in this world that earn more than investment bank mds.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Marcos asked rhetorically.

Yan Ruxin really started to think.

She studied him carefully.

I feel that no matter how you look at it, this noble, glamorous and murderous appearance, coupled with the secret room and arsenal in his home, is simply a classic cold-blooded killer.

"Well, I think... is it a killer?" Yan Ruxin asked in a low voice, and subconsciously approached him.

She was afraid that being seated not far away, a family of four with a pair of cute twin boys would hear such a conversation about the second illness.

"I usually don't kill people." Marcos lowered his voice cooperatively.

Usually don't kill people, right?

Then she can rest assured.

Whether he is a killer~

Seeing that he didn't look angry, Yan Ruxin cast a net and guessed: "Then... an undercover agent? A spy? A mercenary?"

He seriously and rigorously replied: "In this way, it is probably similar to a mercenary, but there are some differences."

"What was that like?" Yan Ruxin asked curiously.

"...It's hard to explain." Marcos thought for a while, finally frowned, and said coldly.

Emma, ​​this expression is so scary!

She had the illusion that he was going to draw his gun if she asked any more questions.

It seems that whether he "normally" kills or not, Yan Ruxin has already cast a psychological shadow on his frowning expression.

Yan Ruxin still had many questions in her heart, but she still didn't ask them out in the end.

At least... ahem, you can't ask in public, right?

Yes, it is like that.