Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 265: Global Killer

Carlos glanced down, his eyes dimmed, as if he recognized the person in the photo.

At this moment, Lin Yue’s right hand went under the left rib and pulled the trigger twice.

Two shots were fired, and the white male who tried to take the opportunity to escape fell to the ground, his legs twitched a few times and there was no movement.

“Say!”

Carlos shivered.

“Acknowledge…I know, he is a ‘painter’.”

“‘Painter’? The’painter’ who sold fake dollars?” Lin Yue threw him a fake dollar: “This is what you bought from the’painter’, right?”

Carlos picked up the counterfeit banknote and inspected it in detail: “Yes, it is a super counterfeit banknote made by the ‘painter’.”

“Tell me about your impression of the’painter’.”

“He doesn’t talk very much; he drinks well; he works hard; he keeps his promises, saying that he will never be a minute late when meeting him…”

Every time Carlos said something, Lin Yue frowned, because the matter exceeded his cognition.

The photo he threw on the coffee table is that of Li Wen, and Carlos said Li Wen is a “painter.” If he didn’t lie, then Own’s previous speculation was wrong?

Judging from the current situation, Carlos is unlikely to lie.

“that’s it.”

After a moment, Carlos stopped.

“I’ve said it all, I told you all about the’painter’.”

Lin Yue raised the pistol and pressed the trigger with her index finger.

BIU~

Carlos had a blood hole in his brow.

The two women curled up in the corner behind were so frightened that they didn’t even have the courage to look here.

Carlos is the big drug lord in Juarez. He is always prestigious, and even the police dare not provoke him. There are 80 addicts and informants who die in his hands every year. What about now? For people to kill in their own home, there is only one key enemy.

Lin Yue came out of the living room, got into the BMW car to start the engine, and when he reached the gate, he didn’t forget to kill the two guards. Like Carlos and his subordinates, relying on the drug business and bullying to make a fortune, there is no psychological pressure to kill them.

Take the fake U.S. dollars seized by the Texas police. Even if they knew that the criminals were hiding on the south bank of the Rio Grande, the United States did not dare to mess around, because it might turn into a political incident that caused stigma, and they expected the Mexican police to crack down on it. Is it possible for someone like Carlos?

Therefore, Lin Yue came to Mexico this time and did not contact the local police station. The killing of Carlos and others will be reported in the newspaper tomorrow. He will return to El Paso a long time ago. Latecomers inherited Carlos’s business and site, and the police did not lose any interest.

At midnight of the same day, Lin Yue drove back to the territory of the United States, randomly found a motel and slept. After that, he flew to the manufacturer of acid-free paper in the movie by Li Wen and sold it to the “painter” group for 500 tons. Mr. Bernard of Acid Paper asked a few questions before leaving United States.

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A week later.

Havana, Cuba.

Mr. Robles, with a cross necklace on his chest, hangs upside down in an abandoned house, his ears and nostrils are stuffed with lighted cigarettes, and there are fresh scars on his right cheek. That is the price he paid for squirting cigarettes out of his nostrils.

“Mr. Robles, do you think smoking four cigarettes in one breath tastes better than a cigar?”

Robles was panting heavily, his eyelids trembling, as if he was about to faint.

There are five photos on the ground. The people in them are Huanv, Li Wen, Wu Xin, Sizai, and Bozai.

“I will ask again, who is the’painter’.”

Robes tremblingly stretched out his bushy hand and pointed to the picture of the Chinese woman.

“Are you sure she is a ‘painter’?”

“Yes… sure.”

Lin Yue walked behind Robertson, with his knees against his back and pulled the cross necklace back. After a minute, he let go of his hands and walked down the stairs quickly.

…

Five days later.

In the secret room of a club in Dublin, Ireland.

There were a few dead people lying on the table, blood flowing from the hole in the chest, sliding down the edge of the table, and hitting the floor drop by drop, forming a circle of blood puddles.

Lin Yue removed the kraft paper bag on Mr. Willis’s head, showing a gentleman’s smile: “Do you remember now? Dear Mr. Willis?”

Phoo~

Phoo~

Phoo~

The elegant-looking gang boss stared at his face fiercely: “You will pay for what happened today.”

Lin Yue smiled, put the kraft paper bag back, and released it about half a minute later.

Phoo~

Phoo~

Phoo~

Willis’s face was flushed, his lips were purple, and he was breathing air desperately.

“I won’t give you a third chance.”

Lin Yue pointed his gun at his head and said, “Say, who is the middleman?”

“There is no middleman. Fifteen years ago, people from the’painter’ approached me and asked if I wanted goods.”

Lin Yue picked up a painting on the ground.

“I found this before, who gave it to you?”

“‘Painter’, he said he would give me a birthday present.”

“very nice.”

Lin Yue took out his pistol and fired two shots at Willis’s body, then lit a cigarette, opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

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Eight days later, Bangalore.

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Ten days later, Pakse.

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One month after leaving Vancouver, Lin Yue returned to Canada.

When he found Nguyen Van, she was painting the scenery on the other side of the terrace of a nostalgic café on Granville Island.

Lin Yue moved the record player in the hall to the door leading to the terrace, took out a vinyl record from the system space and placed it on, and gently pressed the stylus.

Onemorninginsprinimeasdaywasa-dawning.

BrightPhoebushadrisenfromoverthelea.

…

IfyouwillcomedowntoSt.John’sTownwithme.

There’sne’erbeenaladysetfootinmycastle.

There’sne’erbeenaladydressedgranderthanthee.

Ethereal female voices and soothing musical notes flutter in the sky on the terrace with the wind.

This is a ballad from Ireland, or a love poem.

Ruan Van put away the paintbrush, put down the paint tray, and looked back at the man standing at the terrace door smiling at him.

“You’re back?”

“I am back.”

The temperature in Vancouver this year is relatively low. Even if it is approaching June, the average temperature in a day is only 14 to 5 degrees.

Granville Island is located in the middle of the river. The wind is a bit strong and a bit cold.

Lin Yue walked over and wrapped a brown shawl with azure and fringed edges around her shoulders.

“When I went to Ireland, I only bought a few years old vinyl record, a hand-made shawl woven by an Irish horse farm girl, I hope you like it.”

Ruan Wen grasped the shawl with his hand, feeling the softness and warmth of the wool, staring at him without blinking.

“Thank you, I like it very much.”

Lin Yue smiled, walked to the front of the drawing board and looked at the colorful river and bridge silently.

Ruan Wen helped him pull a chair, and the two sat side by side, quietly watching the water kiss the bluestone on the tidal flat.

The quiet scene lasted almost a quarter of an hour.

A ship passed by, and the captain sounded the whistle.

Woo~

The majestic sound rushed between the river and the bridge.

Ruan Van picked up the emotions in his heart and glanced at his profile: “How is the investigation of the case?”

Lin Yue shook his head: “Very confused.”

She was a little puzzled by the answer: “Can you tell me about it?”