Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

Chapter 386 First blood
"Who?"

Hearing someone talking behind him, Mills turned around in horror.

The face that made him hate the most appeared in front of him at such a close distance.

Every night recently, he dreamed of tearing this face apart.

But when Lin Yuan really suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at Lin Yuan's cold and murderous eyes, Mills felt boundless fear surging from the bottom of his heart.

"Have……"

He opened his mouth to call for help, but was immediately punched hard in the abdomen by Lin Yuan, and his cry for help was immediately interrupted.

Mills bent down in pain, feeling as if his intestines were broken into several pieces. He couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and he almost fainted.

Lin Yuan looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity.

He pulled out the restraints he had just seized, tied Mills' hands and feet, and then sealed Mills' mouth tightly with tape.

After a while, when Mills's abdominal pain gradually subsided and his mental state improved, Lin Yuan said:
"Since I can appear before you, you should be able to guess that tonight's operation has completely failed, right?"

Mills struggled to thrash on the ground: "Woo woo woo~" (How could you still be alive? Don't kill me! I can give you a lot of money!)
He was speechless, and the pleading look in his eyes was clearly visible.

"I sealed your mouth not because I was afraid you'd ask for help, but because I simply didn't want to give you a chance to negotiate. By the way, you were able to accurately determine the time and place to ambush us that night because Roman Adams provided you with intelligence, right?"

"Woo woo woo~" (You open the tape and I'll tell you)
"It's indeed the beast who wanted to murder my sister. Do you know why he did this?" Lin Yuan searched for the answer from Mills' eyes.

"Woo woo woo~" (He won't tell me, maybe he's coveting the position of head of the family? Let me go, I'll help you test him!)
Lin Yuan pulled out a dinner knife from his bosom, the kind used to cut steak in "Lin Yuan and His Wife." The cold gleam of the blade was intimidating: "It's time to put an end to our business."

Seeing the sharp knife, Mills twisted his body desperately: "Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo!"

(I was wrong! I beg you to let me go! I will never dare to be your enemy again!)
"You killed me twice tonight, and I only need to kill you once. If you can escape, we will be even." Lin Yuan said calmly.

Mills struggled desperately, trying to escape, but his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't even stand up, so how could he escape?

Villains often die because they talk too much, and Lin Yuan naturally understood the truth that the longer the night, the more dreams there are.

After finding out that Roman was indeed conspiring with Mills, Lin Yuan no longer wasted time and immediately began his revenge.

Lin Yuan stood behind Mills, grabbed his hair, lifted his head up, and with his other hand, he grasped the dinner knife and slashed it across his neck!
"puff!"

It was like a balloon filled with water was punctured, and the wet liquid sprayed all over the ground.

Mills struggled a few times, the light in his eyes completely faded, and he lay on the ground, motionless.

After doing all this, Lin Yuan removed the restraints on his hands and feet, stuffed them into his pockets, then immediately jumped out of the window and ran out.

But he did not take the bloody knife away, but stuck it into the back of Mills' body.

If you want to deter potential enemies, you must leave enough traces.

The relationship between Lin Yuan and Fei Dao has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Seeing the bloody knife, he believed that potential enemies would think of him.

But this is a very ordinary table knife, one of the utensils that Europeans and Americans must use when eating steak, so it can hardly be used as evidence to capture Lin Yuan.

……

...In Douglaston, Mr. Eisen's study.

Lin Yuan, Betty, and Mr. Eisen sat around the small coffee table.

It was already the afternoon of the next day.

So many things happened last night that instantly brought Lin Yuan and Betty closer, and now they could discuss these deadly secrets without any scruples.

After a night of bargaining and fermentation, many things have been settled today.

"Look at what you have done." Mr. Eisen handed a newspaper to Lin Yuan.

"Former MGM boss dies at home, suspected suicide out of fear of punishment" - The New York Times.

The report detailed how Mills's lover, Miss Lucinda, the vice president of MGM, had fallen out with him and was about to report him for a series of criminal acts.

Mills, feeling that he was doomed, was unable to bear the tremendous pressure, so he finally chose to commit suicide out of fear of punishment.

The report devoted a large amount of space to describing Mills' crimes and provided extremely detailed evidence. It was very reliable at first glance and was by no means a fabrication.

Apparently, after learning that Mills was dead, Lucinda immediately realized that the value of the evidence in her hands had greatly decreased, so she gave it to Betty overnight.

"Is this possible?" Lin Yuan said in surprise.

"He was the first to cross the line and leave himself in a dead end. No one will speak up for him, otherwise it would incur public wrath.

The powerful are not allowed to murder each other directly. This is the most basic rule. Otherwise, everyone will be in danger and everyone will be a victim. "Betty explained.

"Another point is that he lost MGM and all he had left was money, which was fat meat for everyone to take a bite of. He could only commit suicide, and he had to commit suicide. In this way, those who broke the rules would be punished, and everyone would benefit." Betty added.

Lin Yuan nodded. During this turmoil, he understood more deeply why Mr. Eisen repeatedly emphasized that huge wealth must be presented in the form of matching means of production and must never be a fat sheep with only money.

Otherwise, once given the chance, the wolves will rush over and tear you to pieces.

"So Mills committed suicide, and this conclusion has been confirmed?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Of course, there won't be any sequelae. Once the profits are distributed, everything is settled," Betty said.

This is indeed a fantastical America, where even this can be considered suicide.

But if you think about it, this seems to be normal. Wouldn't it be even more horrifying to commit suicide by being shot seven times in the back?
But they dare to draw such a conclusion so shamelessly.

It's so magical!

"I didn't expect that you would actually kill Mills yourself last night, with a knife at close range. Did it not leave any psychological trauma?" asked Mr. Eisen.

Lin Yuan understood what he meant. Many people didn't really feel anything when they killed people with guns from a distance.

However, using cold weapons at close range, cutting open the opponent's skin, muscles and bones with your own hands, and watching the blood flow out in front of you, the impact is multiplied.

Therefore, Mr. Eisen was worried that Lin Yuan, who had taken the first blood, might suffer some psychological trauma.

"Characters in movies and TV shows often kneel down, vomit, and collapse after their first murder. This is too fragile.

"For me, there's no psychological trauma, only the joy of having a grudge resolved. You don't have to worry about me," Lin Yuan replied seriously.

(End of this chapter)