Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 315 Postscript: The Man Behind the Scenes

Fili Street in the evening.

New York in winter is a bit bleak and cold, and the streets are the same color as Rachel's clothes, gray.

This place is neither a commercial area nor a wealthy area. The reason Rachel came here is because she wants to go home.

Ever since Rachel infiltrated Supreme Creative and was discovered by Tang De, she was placed in Crown Creative's company and with Tang De's help she worked her way up to a senior executive position.

It was also because of this position that she came into contact with many secrets, and when the opportunity to close the net finally arose, she gave them all to Jimmy, the director of Supreme Creative.

Afterwards, Crown Creativity was hit by the Supreme Creativity, which pinched its vital point and rubbed it on the ground over and over again.

In the following two years, Crown Creative declined rapidly. Even though Sigg had the support of other wealthy people, it could not get orders and the board of directors could not distribute dividends. Someone had to take the blame for this kind of thing.

So Sig's creative empire finally collapsed, but he was no fool. He had been investigating the leak of confidential information, so it didn't take long for Rachel to find that she seemed to be being targeted.

However, she felt that she was just a private detective, and as long as she didn't show any abnormality, she would not be noticed.

However, just as she reached the street intersection, a van suddenly stopped beside her. She keenly sensed the danger, but it was too late to escape.

A group of black people jumped out of the car. The leader, a black man with dreadlocks, pointed a gun at Rachel, then walked up to her and warned her: "Come with us, the Ramones want to see you."

"To see me? Why, I don't know the Ramones."

Rachel retorted as she raised her hands to show that she had no weapon.

"It's the boss of the Ramones who wants to see you. It doesn't matter whether you know him or not." The black man with dreadlocks ignored Rachel's resistance and directly carried her into the car.

Then the van left and headed towards the suburbs.

Rachel was very scared. She didn't expect that she would be caught despite being so cautious. She didn't know if it was someone hired by Sig, so she could only ask, "Did Sig ask you to arrest me? I really didn't sell out company secrets!"

"Sigur? Who is he? I told you, it's the Ramones boss who wants to see you." The black man with dreadlocks shook his head.

"But I haven't met your boss, why are you looking for me?"

"She's talking too much nonsense. Seal her mouth." The black man with dreadlocks didn't want to say too much, so he had someone seal Rachel's mouth with tape.

Not long after, they came to a warehouse. Rachel was pushed into the warehouse staggeringly. She saw a person sitting on a chair in the empty space. His face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

"Boss Ramones, we have invited Rachel over." said the black man with dreadlocks, then walked back to the side of the man called Ramones and stood with his other companions.

Rachel stared at everyone in front of her and tore off the tape with her hands: "Why are you arresting me?"

Ramones, who was sitting opposite her, turned his head slightly, and Rachel could vaguely see his dark skin.

"You should ask yourself what you've done?" Ramones' voice was a little sharp, sounding as harsh as glass scratching a blackboard.

"I didn't do anything!" Rachel protested loudly.

"But that's not what Sig said." Ramones smiled slightly: "Bring Bond here."

Rachel's pupils trembled. She didn't expect that they would find Bond! Now things are in trouble.

Soon, Bond was brought in. He was naked, wearing only a pair of shorts, with a bruised face and nose, and his body was covered with bruises. He looked horrible.

After seeing Rachel, he struggled and said, "She did it all. I was just assisting."

"Tell me, do you have anything to defend yourself?" Ramones looked at Rachel with playful eyes hiding in the shadows, took out a small folding knife, and played with it carefully in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Rachel said calmly, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Of course it's Crown Creative. Sig paid a lot of money to let me find the culprit who ruined his company." Ramones smiled and said, "I know that business spies like you usually have a financial backer. If you turn him in, I can let you go."

When Rachel heard this, the image of Tang De immediately flashed through her mind. She pursed her lips, and for some reason there was a resistance in her heart that prevented her from telling the truth.

"I don't know who the financial backer is. Things like this are all communicated anonymously. I'm only responsible for the action," said Rachel.

"Oh? But that's not what Bond said. Bond said the person behind the scenes is the boss of Supreme Creative, right?" Ramones pressed further, "Which is more important, your life or your boss? I think you should know."

The black man with dreadlocks pulled out a gun and pointed it at Rachel again.

Rachel was very annoyed. She blamed Bond, the idiot. Her mind was working fast at this moment. She said quickly, "I only know that the secrets I stole were sold to several companies. I don't know the details. Maybe there are some Supreme Creativity among them. After all, everyone knows that it is a well-known rival of the Crown."

"You still don't want to admit it, right?" Ramones hesitated for a moment: "Then how about using your family as a threat?"

Rachel just glared when she heard Ramones say again: "Forget it, he said that human nature cannot stand scrutiny. If pushed to the limit, anyone will jump over the wall. And this is not my style."

"But now that you admit it, then... I'm sorry."

The black man with dreadlocks stepped forward and put the gun to Rachel's forehead. Rachel closed her eyes in despair, but her heart was unusually calm.

If that guy knew he was dead, he would probably give a large sum of money to his family.

But after waiting for a while, Rachel did not wait for the arrival of death, but a phone call instead.

"Hello?" "Oh, sorry, it turns out it's yours."

"Okay, then I understand."

The Ramones put down their phone, waved their hands, asked the black man with dreadlocks to leave, and stood up from their chair.

Rachel opened her eyes and watched as Ramones walked out of the darkness and appeared in front of her.

Unexpectedly, it was a young-looking black man wearing a black leather jacket, swinging a butterfly knife in his hand back and forth like a magician's wand.

"I'm sorry, dear." Ramones personally reached out and held Rachel's arm: "I didn't expect you to be his. You should have told me earlier, but it doesn't matter. It's not too late now."

"What do you mean?" Rachel didn't know what Ramones meant.

"It's nothing, just know it in your heart." Ramones stopped her from asking further questions, then looked at Bond: "But since this guy didn't stick to the bottom line, it's a pity, throw him out to feed the fish."

"Why! No! I've told you everything. You can't do this to me." As Bond screamed, he was dragged into the bottomless darkness.

Ramones smiled and looked at Rachel who was trembling with fear in front of him: "Don't worry, I won't do this to you, because you are his, and you helped him keep the secret."

After saying this, Rachel almost shouted out Tang De's name on the spot, but she controlled herself.

But she didn't expect that Tang De actually had such prestige in the underworld gang.

Isn’t that person a businessman and director?

Why did you get to know the Ramones?
But before she could figure it out, Ramones asked the black man with dreadlocks to send her away.

At the same time, in an abandoned building outside the warehouse, several white men in windbreakers were monitoring everything with binoculars.

"Are we closing the net?" asked one of the men with short blond hair.

"Pace, Ramones' crimes are confirmed: kidnapping and murder. We can close the net now." Others also turned their eyes to the burly bald figure in front of the window.

Pais nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly received a call.

"Hello? Chief!" After Pais said the word "Chief", everyone fell silent.

“We have reached the stage of closing the net.”

"What? Retreat? Why?"

"No reason? Was it an order from the White House? Why!" Pais was surprised.

The others watched their boss's expression change constantly, and finally said, "Got it, Chief."

After hanging up the phone, Pais waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

"What do you mean, Pais, are you stopping now? We've spent three months and are about to close the net, but now you ask us to stop?" One of the subordinates retorted angrily.

But Pais had made up his mind: "This is an order from the White House, let's go."

"FXXK!"

"You guys go ahead, I'll pack my things."

"Okay." The men were all very indignant and really didn't want to waste any more effort, so they all left the building.

Pais turned around and looked at Bond being brought aboard downstairs, and sighed: "You can only blame your bad luck."

Then he took out the evidence and photos he had collected during this period, placed them on the ground and lit them with a lighter.

"Damn America."

"Praise America!" Donald was drinking with guests on the lawn of the White House.

"Praise America!" Tang De stood not far away, raised his glass and drank it all.

Then Donald came to him and said, "Don, I really like the idea you just mentioned, a movie about me? Hahaha, I really want to see it in the cinema."

"Me too, sir." Tang De: "So I may have to come to you more often to learn about your story."

"No problem! You're always welcome at the White House!" Donald patted Tang De on the shoulder: "But I think it might be more relaxing in my villa."

"Of course!" Tang De smiled. He also wanted to know what those top-secret documents he had hidden were.

"Then it's settled. Bring the kids over and we can have a hamburger party!"

Donald picked up a cup of Coke from the table, took a big sip, and praised: "This is the American characteristic."

"Yeah, that's right, Coke and hamburgers, this is America."

"Ha ha ha ha."

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