my beauty world

Chapter 147 The Nail Stranger (6000 words)
Turn on the TV, play the DVD, and a...

No, it's a group.

Inside the apartment, Ronan looked at the broadcast screen with the eyes of a professional detective and his righteous eyes.

This is purely a work requirement.

What Jenna said is right, all the actors in DP company have white skin that is almost glowing, regardless of male or female actors, their body and appearance are above the standard.

But in other respects, there are no obvious characteristics of vampires. For example, the actress's acting skills are soaring to the extreme, she always shouts loudly, and no fangs can be seen in her open mouth.

The pupils also look normal.

Ronan changed another disc, checked it again, and found nothing unusual.

The actors of the DP company do have a lot of blue eyes, but they are all within the normal range.

Ronan felt that it would be good to meet the actors themselves. For example, Snow White, the top DP, is incredibly white, but her eyes are normal. However, there is something called colored contact lenses in this world, which can change people's eyes qualitatively.

As for the fangs, Ronan guessed that vampires can usually put them away.

Thinking back carefully, when encountering some vampires, they did not show their fangs.

If vampires dare to make films and distribute them, they must have the ability to cover up, and even have the power to help them cover up.

I don't know if the church or the government has a department dedicated to monsters such as vampires and werewolves. If you can get a monster encyclopedia, it will be much easier to identify.

Ronan flipped through the dozen or so discs he had bought back. The beautifully crafted covers were comparable to Hollywood blockbusters, with the names of the main creators marked on them.

After looking through it, I found that the director and producer of many of these discs are the same person, called Craven Broly.

Ronan turned on the computer and searched, and found that this was a well-known figure in the San Fernando Valley.

The film directed by Craven was specially changed, which is an alphabet film type.

This one is different from the two previous ones. It begins with an edited clip with a particularly high pitch, as if trying to arouse the emotions of the audience.

As soon as the movie was played, there was a groaning sound.

Ronan hurriedly used the remote control to turn down the volume, but the artistic shouts that came out attracted people who went upstairs.

There were footsteps coming from outside the door, followed by a knock on the door: "Matthew? At home?"

It's Modi, the neighbor across the street.

Ronan listened carefully and found nothing unusual. He turned off the TV and opened the door: "Professor, are you off work?"

Modi glanced at Ronan, and said as someone who had experienced it: "Young man, just looking at this is not the solution, you have to fight! Actual combat is the key to solving the problem!"

Ronan thought of the video that was just played, and quickly explained: "I'm here to investigate the case, and I have a case in my hand, which involves several adult stars."

Modi laughed: "I understand! I understand!"

Seeing that he was holding the key in his hand, Ronan asked, "Aren't you going out tonight?"

Modi shook his head: "After a few days of rest and continuous fighting, my body can't bear it."

Ronan is also familiar with him, and he specially reminded: "You have to pay attention, the gray hair is obviously much more than a few days ago."

Modi touched his head: "Really?"

The two said a few words and went back to their rooms.

Ronan packed up the disc, threw it aside, sat in front of the computer, and continued to check the information.

However, this time it was the Harvey Weinstein that Cohen confessed.

A bigwig in the Hollywood film and television industry.

But the boss behind the scenes is not the star in front of the stage, so it is unrealistic to find each other's itinerary through the Internet.

Ronan suddenly remembered Jess, found out his cell phone and called her.

The connection over there was quickly connected, and he immediately asked, "Is...is it you?"

The voice trembled a little.

Ronan said, "It's me."

Jess over there was sure that it was Ronan's voice, and said directly: "I brought people to Los Angeles, and I just tried the market during the day, and the local forces don't welcome us very much. It takes a little time to clear up the situation."

Ronan asked directly, "Where are you?"

Jess replied cautiously, "I'm in North Hollywood."

Ronan said, "You wait for me at Burger King on Valley Avenue."

After locking the door and observing the dark alley downstairs, Ronan jumped out of the bathroom window and quickly left the apartment building. The safe house changed Murphy's vest and prepared to take the subway to North Hollywood.

The public transportation in Los Angeles is seriously lagging behind, the subway equipment is outdated, and there is very little monitoring. It can be said that it is the best means of transportation for transition.

Ronan also destroyed the few remaining surveillance cameras, and no one has repaired them until now.

But if you walk too much in the dark alleys, it is easy to encounter ghosts.

Especially black ghosts.

Ronan was about to leave the alleyway and go to the subway station when a dozen black uncles suddenly turned into the alleyway from the main road.

According to the thinking of normal people, the two sides lived in peace, and each walked away.

But Uncle Hei saw that Ronan was alone, with a wallet bulging around his waist, and one of them with dreadlocks pulled out a gun without saying a word: "Keep the wallet, or keep your life!"

Ronan was too lazy to talk nonsense, and immediately threw the nail in the palm of his hand, piercing the black man's eye socket with the sound of breaking wind!
At the same time, the other black uncles touched guns and knives, obviously used to doing similar things.

There is no need to hold back when dealing with scum.

Whoosh!whoosh-

The nail was thrown, and Uncle Hei screamed.

A dozen or so blacks died without even making a resistance.

Ronan harvested the soul fragments and left immediately to continue the original itinerary.

Here, someone soon discovered the abnormality and chose to call the police.

Originally, the police would not pay attention to it. It would be better if these scumbags were dead, but the FBI is conducting targeted investigations into the frequent attacks on gangsters in Los Angeles.

A sheriff who owed favors notified the FBI immediately.

Behind the black forces, there are often shadows of relevant law enforcement agencies.

Coming to North Hollywood Valley Drive, Ronan went into Burger King and soon saw Jess.

With her ponytail tied and a baseball cap on, she nibbled on chips and kept looking at people coming in.

Ronan went straight over, opened the chair and sat opposite her, and said softly, "It's me."

Jess moved her hips back unconsciously, and creaked the chair to move back, even though there was a wall behind her, she wanted to stay away from this person.

But she didn't dare to say that: "You're looking for me, what's the matter?"

After finishing speaking, she wanted to slap herself again, as if she was begging the other party to order something to be done.

It just happens to be out of control.

Ronan found out the information about Kraven and Harvey Weinstein that he printed out on the road, and handed it to Jess: "Let your people collect more information about them, such as who they often communicate with, where they live, and who they often visit. place."

Jess wanted to ask how much to give, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she responded directly: "No problem."

Seeing that she cooperated so well, Ronan didn't want to trick her, and reminded: "The former is very likely to be a vampire, or is related to a vampire. Don't follow him directly, but inquire from the side. The latter should get his whereabouts as soon as possible. You can call Leonardo. Let’s deal with it and find a way from him.”

Jess could only bite the bullet and respond: "No problem."

Then, he asked with some surprise: "Vampires? Are there really living vampires? I... I have no other intentions, just curiosity."

Ronan said: "There are not only vampires, but also werewolves."

Jess didn't doubt Ronan's words, subconsciously believed [-]%, and said with emotion: "This world is really dangerous, I want to be promoted quickly."

Ronan stared at Jess's heart-shaped face and asked, "What special abilities does your current profession have? How do you advance to the second level?"

This is related to her own core secrets, Jess didn't want to say it, she hesitated, hesitating: "Well... this...how should I put it..."

Ronan frowned.

When Jess saw it, her words immediately became fluent. It didn't matter what was classified or not: "The first-order criminals are actually very weak, and their abilities are mainly reflected in two aspects. One is superb theft and concealment skills, and the other is persuasive power." .”

She quickly changed from hesitation to initiative: "What I say seriously will make people feel more credible. However, there is a limit to this. It cannot be too far removed from the facts, and the range of increase is limited. If you want to become more persuasive High, need to be promoted to Tier [-] Fraudster."

Ronan suddenly remembered something, Mrs. Barrett reached a cooperation with him very smoothly.

Fortunately, he also achieved his goal.

Jess continued to take the initiative to say: "Promotion to the second level requires a large-scale public fraud, as long as it can be successful..."

Ronan asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jess tried to squeeze out the best smile: "I came to Los Angeles, and I also have this consideration. It is said that there are many idiots in Hollywood, and it is the focus of public opinion, so it is more suitable for the condition of being public."

"Have plans?"

"I have a simple plan, but I don't have the start-up capital until I start the situation in Los Angeles." Jess carefully reminded: "I'm very poor."

You won't give yourself a wall for reminding you to pay, right?

Ronan said: "Don't worry, the remuneration that should be paid to you will not be less than a dollar." He thought of so much cash of unknown origin in his hand, and seemed to say that money making money is king: "I have some money in my hand. I can invest in you."

Jess didn't want it, but couldn't refuse it: "One million dollars is needed."

"How much return?" Ronan felt that if there is a double profit, it is worth trying.

He knew where Jess' roots were, and he wasn't worried about her running away with the money.

Jess didn't dare to tell Gao Li, and said cautiously: "If it can be successful, there should be $500 million."

Ronan nodded. This is fraud, not business. It is normal for the profit to be high.

Jess asked tentatively, "If... if you accidentally lose money..."

Ronan stared directly at her with a whip-like gaze.

Jess was dizzy with fear, and didn't want to leave a way out for herself, so she went all out: "If you lose your money, I... I'll let you handle it."

"Contact me if you have any news." Ronan was about to leave: "There are many underground forces hidden in Los Angeles, don't lose your life."

Hearing the last words of concern, Jess suddenly got wet, and almost shed tears: "I remember."

This touch gave her the courage to take advantage of the enthusiasm and asked, "Can... tell me your real name?"

In fact, she could guess some of the destruction of the Antonio family and the bombing of the Continental Hotel in Rome, and there were also related reports in the French and Italian media.

"You're smart." That was all Ronan said.

Do you still need to answer the obvious?

Leaving North Hollywood, Ronan didn't go back to Santa Monica, but went to the center of Los Angeles to find the Vietnamese gang.

A while ago, the Vietnamese gang traded with black drug dealers, but he broke through it and had a conflict.

Ronan took out a large bag of stolen nails from the ring space, and rushed into the Vietnam Gang lair with Murphy's vest.

Dealing with traffickers is still a Vietnamese trafficker, so there is no need to talk about favors.

Ronan went on a killing spree!
One nail, one life!
In today's society, there are still gangsters, and most of them are low-class goods. Ronan killed more than 60 Vietnamese and only harvested 80 soul fragments.

This group of people didn't have much cash in their hands. Before Ronan left, they set fire to their warehouse, and countless white powders turned into smoke and dust.

On the subway back, Ronan touched the iron nails in his pocket, thinking that if this continues, I will become the evil killer of Los Angeles.

From coming to Los Angeles to now, he has wiped out six or seven gangs, large and small.

There is no way, the camouflage consumes a lot of money, 30 soul fragments are replaced once, and it costs 3 yuan to maintain it for a day.

It is estimated that among the gangs in Los Angeles, there should be the legend of Nail Night Walker.

…………

Early in the morning, FBI senior agent Jack Wells and his partner Frank left the subway entrance in West Hollywood and drove to the old Chinatown in the city center.

There was a Vietnamese gang over there, who encountered the same tragedy as the blacks, and dozens of people were nailed to death.

The car was parked in the warehouse area behind the old Chinatown. Frank yawned, took out his ID and hung it up, came to the scene, had a little contact with the police, and went into the warehouse with Jack Wells.

The latter put on gloves, squatted in front of a corpse near the door, and examined it carefully.

The nails entered through the eye sockets, and the four-inch nails were completely buried in the eyes.

If a person suffers such a blow, he will undoubtedly die.

Continuously inspecting more than a dozen corpses, the fatal injuries were either in the eye sockets or in the heart, and all of them were fatal with one blow!
Take it hard!

One nail, one life!
Frank came over with a nail and said, "Counting the dozen or so black people, it's the sixth one recently."

Jack took the nail and looked at it, and replied at the same time: "Where did such a person jump out? What does he want to do with his wanton slaughter? Change social order? Doing so is useless. It will also break the balance of the underground world and make Los Angeles even more chaotic. .”

Frank said: "The balance has been broken, and the Russians have begun to grab territory."

"These cases can be dealt with together." Jack found that nails are the most common and best-selling model on the market, and he couldn't help worrying: "Most people in the Vietnamese gang have guns, but they can't even resist. The murderer is a powerful person." !"

Frank asked Jack: "Faster than your gun?"

Jack shook his head: "It's hard to say."

Suddenly, there was a quarrel over there, but someone found a child in his early ten years in a secret cabinet, the only survivor at the scene.

"Didn't kill the child?" Jack said, "Is there a certain principle?"

Frank walked over there: "Go and ask."

The two came to the child, who was a second-generation immigrant who could speak fluent English.

Frank took out a bar of chocolate and handed it to the child: "Eat one, it will calm you down."

Next, the child stuffed it into his mouth, maybe the sweets stimulated the secretion, and he gradually calmed down.

Frank asked, "What happened last night? Who did it?"

As soon as this question came out, the calmness on the child's face disappeared without a trace, and he was instantly enveloped in fear: "It's the Nail Man! The Nail Man did it! The Nail Man killed everyone!"

Frank asked, "Nail Man?"

The child was terrified: "It's him! It's him! Recently, he has killed a lot of gangsters! Many people say that as long as the nail monster makes a move, he won't save anyone's life!"

Suddenly, he saw the nails in Jack's hand, and he slid into the corner of the wall, covering his face with his hands and eyes, as if he couldn't see it, and the other party couldn't see him: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" !Nail Stranger, don't kill me!"

Jack quickly put away the nails and hid aside.

Frank took a hard time to appease him before continuing to ask, but there were not many useful things. When the Nail Man appeared, he was wrapped in black clothes and even wore a black hood on his head.

The place where the gang is located is a chaotic area of ​​law and order, and they can't find it even if they look for video surveillance.

The two took the nails and left the scene.

After getting into the car, Frank asked, "What should I do?"

Jack said: "The emergence of Nail Stranger has seriously affected the balance of the underground world in Los Angeles. Once the underground world is out of balance, Los Angeles will be chaotic."

Similar to the DEA's concept of drug control, the FBI does not crack down on gangsters, what it needs is a kind of controllable stability.

The Nail Crooks destabilized Los Angeles.

The car drove back, and Jack quickly received a call from his superiors. After hanging up, he said, "The superiors decided to mobilize capable forces to track down the nail monster."

Almost at the same moment, all-pervasive journalists broke the news online.

"Nail monsters ran rampant in Los Angeles, 65 people died in Vietnam!"

Nail Crooks became famous.

…………

Hollywood superstar Leonardo has been very careful recently. He brought a team of bodyguards when he went in and out.

Back in Los Angeles, I vowed to get married, but when I saw my girlfriend's blond hair and long legs, I was instantly bored.

A series of nightmares in Europe started with blonde hair and long legs.

Then Leonardo had a tragedy. When he saw his girlfriend, he developed a stress disorder and failed to lift it several times in a row.

So, Li Zhanan broke up with his girlfriend again.

The depression in it can only be relieved by eating a lot of food.

Originally maintained a good figure, this month gradually swelled up like a balloon.

As time went by, the nightmare gradually faded away.

Leonardo is currently negotiating with someone to take on a new film, starting a new life in the post-blonde long-legged era.

"This is the new work of the great director Martin, and the male lead position is reserved for you."

In the mansion villa, the agent is talking about an invitation: "This time, we can compete for another Oscar..."

Ding!Ding--

There was a series of text messages on the mobile phone.

Leonardo took out his mobile phone, clicked on the MMS, and his expression immediately changed!

That was a photo taken in that warehouse in Corsica!
The content of the photo is horrifying. He is naked and sleeping soundly with a little girl in his arms!

He didn't know it before!

Thinking back now, there was a time when he slept for a long time after eating, did those bastards drug him?
What are these bastards trying to do?
The MMS was followed by a text message.

"I don't want the media to receive it, so find a place to answer the phone."

Seeing the change in Leonardo's face, the agent asked with concern, "What's the matter?"

Leonardo is an actor, so he immediately controlled his facial expression: "Some private matters with my ex are irrelevant, I'll make a phone call."

Entering the lounge next to it, I quickly received a call from a completely unfamiliar American accent: "I want Harvey Weinstein's itinerary for the last two days."

Leonardo roared: "You bastards! How dare you do this! I want to call the police!"

Jess on the other side said to the voice changer: "You only have five seconds to think, 5! 4! 3..."

"Wait! I can help you." Leonardo suppressed his temper as much as possible and calmed down: "But you must delete all the photos!"

Jess replied: "I promise not to leak."

Leonardo raised his voice: "I don't believe you!"

Jess said, "The leak won't wait until now."

Leonardo asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Jess said: "Harvey Weinstein's schedule, five seconds is up, goodbye!"

"Wait!" Leonardo was so anxious that he only scratched his hair: "Just this once, never again!"

Jess is a scammer: "Yes! I promise!"

Leonardo hung up the phone, speechless for a long time, the nightmare had just dissipated, and came over again.

What should I do this time?
Suddenly, Leonardo thought of the savior on Corsica.

If only he was there.

This little problem can definitely be solved, and I won't face such a dilemma.

Leonardo came out of the room and said to his agent: "Weinstein Films, I remember there is a new project, he is the promoter of the gold medal Oscar, you can contact him and ask him about his itinerary for the next few days, when he is free, I'll talk to him personally."

The agent quickly called.

Ten minutes later, Ronan received a message from Jess.

Harvey Weinstein is coming to Los Angeles from out of town, and will discuss scripts at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills in the evening.

He has a long-term private room, and Jess even got the room number.

Without further ado, Ronan set off immediately, drove to the Four Seasons Hotel, took a closer look, entered the hotel to look at the interior map, and went to the front desk to open a room.

The room he opened was just below Harvey's private room, not directly opposite, but not too far away.

Ronan waited until it was dark, put on a hood, went to the balcony, opened the window a few times, climbed to the upper floor, found Harvey's private room, easily pried open the window, and walked in quietly.

The bedroom was very dark, no one was here, Ronan listened slightly, and there was a sound in the living room.

Ronan came to the door of the room, quietly opened a crack in the door, and peeped out.

There are two people in the living room, a fat man and a beautiful woman who looks about 40 years old.

The latter opened his clothes wide, embracing the fat man's two big feet.

"Oh, Meryl, your massage skills are getting better and better." The big fat man moaned comfortably
But the woman said: "You will feel even better with two Oscar-winning actresses!"

Ronan opened the door and rushed out. Before the couple had any reaction, they knocked each on the back of the head.

The two lost consciousness, and the woman fell to the ground with a plop, showing her well-maintained breasts.

Ronan injected her with an anesthetic to ensure that she would sleep soundly until dawn, dragged the fat man into the bedroom, and injected her with hallucinogens.

Not long after, Harvey woke up.

Ronan asked questions step by step starting from his name and occupation. The more he asked, the more curious he became, especially those in the industry, which was shocking.

This regular actress can't be counted at all.

There are even countless strong ones.

Ronan simply found out the small tape recorder and recorded it for him.

Of course, the point is to ask the question of the parchment.

After taking the hallucinogenic drug, Harvey vomited out: "It's a woman code-named Giselle! She comes from Israel! I'm Jewish, and I have something in their hands, so I can only cooperate."

　I can’t write when I visit relatives during the day, and I stay up late to write until after three o’clock, and I will continue to leave tomorrow.

　　Ask for a monthly pass! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)