Reborn in Hollywood

One morning a month later, Monica came out of the bathroom with a strange expression on her face.

Li Rui leaned against the headboard, flipping through a magazine.

"What's wrong?"

Monica didn't say anything, but simply handed him the pregnancy test.

Two red lines.

Li Rui glanced at it and put the magazine down.

"oh."

Monica glared at him. "Just an 'Oh'?"

Li Rui thought about it.

"Congratulations?"

Monica threw a powerful punch.

"Fuck! This is yours!"

"I know."

"You know nothing!"

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her voice suddenly lowering, "I...I'm not ready yet..."

Li Rui looked at her.

Anger, panic, and confusion were mixed together on that face.

An undercover policewoman, who followed a murderer and a wanted criminal to Brazil, is now as helpless as any ordinary girl.

"What's there to prepare?"

Monica looked up.

"What did you say?"

"I said, what's there to prepare?"

Li Rui put down the magazine, sat up, and said, "The house is big enough, we have enough money, and you don't need to worry about the future. Just give birth to the baby."

Monica stared at him blankly.

"Are you...are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

She stared at him for a long time, then suddenly yelled, "You fucking bastard!"

"You've said it many times."

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"

After Monica finished scolding, she leaned into Li Rui's arms and listened to his heartbeat.

Life goes on.

Monica's belly grew bigger every day.

Li Rui accompanied her to her prenatal checkup and listened to her communicate with the doctor in fluent Portuguese.

On her way back, she would take a detour to a dessert shop she liked to buy a cake.

At night, Monica would inexplicably start crying.

The doctor said, "Hormonal imbalance is normal."

Li Rui held Monica and waited for her to finish crying.

The next morning, she was once again the vibrant Latina.

At four months, they learned their gender.

It's a girl.

Monica was so happy she couldn't sleep all night, tossing and turning, thinking about the name.

"How about Isabella? Or Sofia? Or Maria? There are so many people named Maria here in Brazil..."

Li Rui lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

"casual."

"Whatever? This is your daughter!"

"Then let's call it 'whatever'."

Monica paused for a moment, then slapped him on the chest.

"Get serious!"

Li Rui opened his eyes and looked at her.

Even in the moonlight, her eyes were still so bright.

Her belly was already noticeably bulging, revealing a brand new silhouette beneath her bathrobe.

"Call her Martina."

Monica stopped what she was doing.

"Martina?"

"Hmm. Goddess of War."

Monica was completely baffled.

"Why is she the goddess of war?"

"Because her mother is a police officer, and her father is a wanted criminal with great fighting skills."

Li Rui said with a smile, "There will definitely be a lot of fighting in the future. I wish her all the best in advance."

Monica almost laughed in exasperation, but then she thought—

Martina.

She read it a few times, "Martina...it sounds nice."

"Then let's call her Martina."

One afternoon in the fifth month, Li Rui went to a coffee shop in Copacabana to buy Monica's favorite acai berry smoothie.

While waiting in line, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a black Mercedes parked across the street.

The car door opened, and an obese man stepped out.

He had slicked-back hair, a gold chain, and wore an expensive linen suit, followed by four bodyguards.

Li Rui's gaze lingered on his face for a second.

Then I continued forward, scanning the newsstands on the street, the ice cream vendors, and so on—

stopped.

Next to the Mercedes-Benz, there was a young man standing.

Twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall, with a sinister look in his eyes, and an arrogant smile on his lips that only someone who has been spoiled since childhood would have.

He leaned against the car door, a cigarette in his hand, talking to his bodyguard.

Li Rui's pupils contracted slightly.

He had seen this face before.

Not on the street, not in reality.

It's in a movie.

The main villain in Fast & Furious 10.

Dante Reyes.

And that fat man—

Hernan Reyes.

The Rio drug lord in "Fast & Furious 5" controls half of the city's black market transactions and is the owner of the $100 million hidden in the police station's safe.

Li Rui stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, holding a glass of shaved ice, watching the black Mercedes slowly drive away.

His face was expressionless.

But the Force was slowly surging within him.

That night, Monica noticed something was off about him.

"What's wrong?"

Li Rui leaned against the railing of the terrace, looking at the distant Christ the Redeemer.

"It's nothing."

Monica walked over to him and put her hand on his arm.

"You're lying, you've been acting strange all afternoon."

Li Rui remained silent for a few seconds.

"I saw a few people."

"Who is it?"

"People who might cause us trouble in the future."

Monica's hand tightened.

"Should we get rid of it?"

Li Rui suddenly turned his head to look at her.

On that face, there was no fear, no hesitation, only a calm confirmation.

It was as if she wasn't asking "Are you going to kill someone?" but rather "Are you going to the supermarket to buy milk?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Monica smiled.

"What are you afraid of? I'm carrying your child, and I have your money in my account. I've done nothing but eat and sleep these past few months. I'm no good person anymore."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "Whatever you do, I'll just follow you."

Li Rui looked at her.

Even in the moonlight, her eyes were still so bright.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist.

"Wait a few days," he said. "Let me find out where they are first."

Monica nodded.

"Um."

Monica slept soundly that night.

Li Rui lay beside her, listening to her even breathing and the occasional sound of waves outside the window.

This city is very large, with a population of 20 million.

But the person he's looking for won't be hiding too deeply.

Three days later, Li Rui had gathered enough information.

That very night, he left home after Monica fell asleep.

Reyes Estate, Rio de Janeiro West.

This luxurious estate, covering more than 100 acres, is located halfway up a mountain, surrounded by high walls with electric fences on top.

Dozens of armed bodyguards patrol day and night, and surveillance cameras cover every corner.

The iron gate was tightly closed, and two armed off-road vehicles were parked behind it.

Li Rui stood on the roof of an abandoned building two kilometers away, looking at the manor through binoculars.

With his perception of darkness fully activated, the entire structure of the manor unfolded in his mind.

The location of every building, the annex, the garage, the swimming pool, the bodyguards' quarters—the location of every building, the patrol routes of every guard, and the blind spots of every camera—are all clearly visible.

He had thoroughly familiarized himself with the area during the day by scouting it out.

The second room on the east side of the third floor of the main building is where Dante Reyes lived.

Hernan Reyes lives in the master bedroom on the west side.

There were 37 bodyguards in total, working in three shifts.

There are twelve people on night duty tonight: four at the gate, six patrolling the courtyard, and two inside the main building.

Li Rui put down his binoculars and glanced at his watch.

2:17 a.m.

He suddenly moved.

Night is the best cover.

Li Rui, like a black shadow, swept across the bushes on the hillside and silently approached the back wall of the manor.

There was a blind spot in the camera view—he discovered it three days ago.

Climbing over the wall, landing on the ground—all in one smooth motion.

The lawn in the backyard was neatly trimmed, but Li Rui's footsteps were lighter than a cat's.

He bypassed the pool, stayed close to the shadow of the main building, and made his way towards the fire escape on the side.

Two bodyguards emerged from around the corner, carrying submachine guns, and were chatting in hushed tones.

Li Rui stood against the wall, waiting for them to pass by.

The footsteps grew closer. Three meters, two meters, one meter—

They had just turned the corner when Li Rui made his move.

The Force chokes you.

Both men froze simultaneously, their guns falling to the ground with a soft thud.

Their hands were gripping their throats tightly, their eyes wide open, but they couldn't utter a sound.

Li Rui emerged from the shadows, grasped the two men's heads with both hands, and gently twisted them.

Click.

The two corpses fell limply to the ground.

Li Rui dragged them into the nearby bushes and continued forward.

The iron steps of the fire escape made a slight creaking sound underfoot, but it was masked by the occasional music coming from afar.

Li Rui went up floor by floor and soon reached the third floor.

The corridor was deserted. The dim yellow light from the wall lamps cast dappled shadows on the walls.

The second room on the east side.

The door wasn't locked.

Li Rui pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was air-conditioned and very cold. A large bed was placed in the center, and a young man was lying on it.

Dante Reyes, who has the face of both Aquaman and Khal Drogo.

Twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall and thin, with a slight smile on his face as he slept—who knows what sweet dreams he was having.

Li Rui stood by the bed, looking down at him.

The Force, like invisible tentacles, slowly seeped into Dante's body.

In his sleep, Dante's body suddenly twitched.

His eyes opened wide, and he made a gurgling sound.

He tried to shout, but only a faint breath came out of his throat.

He wanted to move, but his limbs felt like they were nailed to the bed.

He looked at the dark figure standing by the bed, at those eyes that were almost invisible in the darkness.

fear.

An unprecedented fear.

But it only lasted three seconds.

Then everything returned to calm.

Li Rui withdrew his hand.

Dante's eyes were still open, but they were no longer focused.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

Li Rui turned around, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door behind him.

The alarm went off.

The piercing siren ripped through the silence of the night. Li Rui didn't know what had gone wrong—maybe one of the bodyguards had changed shifts early, maybe there was a camera he hadn't anticipated, or maybe Dante's room had some hidden alarm device.

But none of that matters anymore.

He walked down the stairs and into the lobby on the first floor.

Several bodyguards rushed in from all directions, carrying submachine guns.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Li Rui moved.

A Force barrier unfolded in front of him, bullets hovering in mid-air, densely packed like a wall.

The bodyguards' expressions froze.

Li Rui twisted his wrist.

The bullet returned along its original path.

More than a dozen people collapsed at the same time.

More people poured in from outside.

Li Rui did not stop.

After being blessed by the moon goddess, his fighting instincts were fully unleashed, and his speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch it.

Every time a strike is made, someone will fall.

Force choke, Force shove, Force sense—

He moved through the crowd like a sophisticated killing machine.

Two minutes later, the hall was filled with people lying down.

Li Rui walked up the stairs to the third floor and pushed open the door to the master bedroom on the west side.

Hernán Reyes stood by the window, holding a pistol.

His face was deathly pale, but there was still a hint of ferocity in his eyes—the dignity of a drug lord, his last act of defiance before death.