light is like this

Chapter 4 Revenge Never Overnight
Xia Le didn't know whether pouring cold water could wake up the fainted person.

But as it turns out, boiling water sure does.

After being washed with boiling water, the producer was jolted out of a coma.

Feeling the intense pain and heat caused by the scalding boiling water on his skin, he closed his eyes with all his strength, and let out a miserable cry like killing a pig.

"what!!!"

Because of the severe pain, the producer subconsciously wanted to struggle.

But soon he found out in horror that he was tied up from hands to feet like a pig.

Under the light, the producer endured the severe pain from his face and opened his eyes, and immediately saw the expressionless Xia Le.

"It's you?"

The producer's expression changed drastically. He knew that a catastrophe was imminent, and he was terrified.

Hasn't this Chinese American been sunk?
As soon as he exclaimed, Xia Le's right hand wearing a plastic glove was raised high, and it stabbed fiercely at the producer's thigh.

puff!

A fruit knife about [-] centimeters long gleamed coldly under the light, Xia Le swung it out forcefully, and almost sank into the producer's thigh.

Bleeding.

"what!!!"

Because of the severe pain, the producer trembled all over and screamed again unbearably.

But the sound insulation effect of this high-end apartment is quite good.Coupled with Xia Le turning up the volume of the TV, the surrounding residents didn't notice anything wrong.

At most, he thought the neighbor's house was too noisy, maybe he had drunk too much wine.

First gave the producer two slaps, Xia Le let himself out, and then asked him.

"Who are you trading with today?"

Afraid of being tortured again, the producer quickly excused himself.

"It's Frank! Those people are Frank de Amic's people! It's them who must kill you, and I have nothing to do with it!"

Hearing the name, Xia Le showed a puzzled expression.

"Frank? Who's that?"

Never heard of it.

Seeing Xia Le's appearance, the producer said what he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

"Frank is a big drug lord. More than [-]% of New York's illegal drug business is done by him! Recently, a group of people specifically sabotaged his business and killed his younger brother, so they came to me to hook up!"

Xia Le took the producer's mobile phone and checked Frank de Amic's information on the Internet.

Thanks to the almighty Google and the modern developed network, Xia Le quickly found several suspects.

He showed this producer a look.

The producer squinted his eyes, which had been scalded with several large blisters, and pointed out Frank from several people.

In addition to being a big drug lord, Frank also opened a company.

Moreover, the company building is grandly built near the most famous Wall Street in New York in Manhattan.

Xia Le knows something about whether it is Jin Bing or Frank, these gangsters will open one or even several companies.

In the United States, no matter whether you are doing a legal business or an illegal business, you must pay taxes even if you are doing skin and meat business!
In the United States, people pay taxes as long as they live.

The American tax department has a famous saying - only death and taxes are inevitable.

Under the extremely high-pressure tax policy, even the money exchange between gangsters requires the establishment of companies, various tricks and tricks, in order to convert a lot of illegal income into legal income.

For this, they even have to pay taxes like serious businessmen.

If you offend the NYPD, at best the Special Tactics Team will come to trouble you with stun grenades and bazookas.

But if you dare not pay taxes, then the staff of the tax bureau will come to your door with a tank to collect taxes!
After identifying Frank, the producer also told Xia Le how to find the gangsters who sank him today.

He begged Xia Le.

"Let me go! I've told you everything I know! I still have money! The safe code is 423196, and there are more than 20 dollars in it! Please spare my life!"

Xia Le turned and walked into the bedroom, found the safe that the producer said, opened it with the password, and found more than 20 stacks of dollar bills exuding a strong smell of ink.

There was also a Colt pistol and a box of ammunition.

Looking at the money, Xia Le smiled very happily.

"Good harvest."

Although money is something that you don't bring with you when you die, it's better to have something than nothing.

More is better than less.

Xia Le returned to the producer and asked him.

"Do you believe in light?"

"Light?"

Hearing Xia Le's question, the producer showed a dazed expression.

Before he could answer, Xia Le directly pulled out the fruit knife stuck on the producer.

Without the blade to block the wound, the blood gushed out even more violently.

"what!"

The producer groaned.

He watched Xia Legao raise the fruit knife covered with his own blood, and shouted in panic.

"I believe, I believe in light!"

"No, you don't believe it."

Xia Le shook her head slightly, her eight teeth showing.

He gave the producer a gentle smile and asked again.

"Do you believe in light?"

Looking at Xia Le's devil-like cold smile, the producer's body trembled with fear, almost peeing out of fear.

With tears streaming down his face, he begged Xia Le for mercy.

"I believe! I really believe in light! You have to believe in me!"

Seeing that he gave in so quickly, or twice, Xia Le didn't believe it at all.

Because there is no change in the column of light energy in the system!
As soon as his expression changed, his expression immediately became fierce.

Xia Le stretched out his left hand, clasped the wound on the producer's thigh with all his strength, and cursed loudly while poking it back and forth.

"F**KU! You bitch bastard doesn't believe in light at all! Letter to me! Letter to me!"

"Ah! Ah!"

The wound on the thigh was further damaged, and the producer let out another scream and cry of pain.

He burst into tears, twisting his body like a caterpillar, avoiding Xia Le's torture, and crying.

"I believe it! I really believe it!"

After finally a little energy of light rose in the system, Xia Le nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his hand.

Just when the producer breathed a sigh of relief, Xia Le made a sudden move and stabbed the producer's throat with a fruit knife from the side.

"Sorry, your light is so cheap."

The knife was stabbed in the neck, and the producer's body trembled violently.

"Ho, ho!"

He tried to yell and breathe, but the blood gushing from the ruptured vessel kept pouring into the windpipe, choking the filmmakers.

Soon, the producer stared wide-eyed, fell to the ground and remained motionless.

Here, Xia Le received another 4 points of light energy.

Guide people to the light, punish rape and eliminate evil.

I win twice, equal to win-win!
After the producer's death, Xia Le rummaged through the boxes, took away the dollars and guns in the safe, and all the valuables in the room, and faked it into a crime scene of a burglary.

System: (°ー°〃)
Why is this user so proficient!

What the hell was he doing before!
(End of this chapter)