Rows of spacious villas stand side by side on a man-made lake in Brooklyn. This is the villa complex with the best location and environment in the entire Brooklyn area. The best security force, every guard is a retired soldier from the special forces, the whole military management, the security is as strict as iron. The fastest police response speed, once the alarm sounds, the police station can dispatch more than 100 police officers to the scene within five minutes.

Business tycoons, political bosses, gangsters, entertainment celebrities, etc. Those who can live here are either rich or noble, either worth a lot of money or in a high position of power. In short, none of them are ordinary people.

Duke landed from the sky at the villa belonging to Bute. When the two pit bulls lying in the dog shed in the yard saw Duke, a stranger, they immediately became ferocious, broke free from the dog chain around their necks, and rushed over with a roar. Saliva dripped down their yellow fangs, and they were unstoppable, as if they wanted to tear this thief who broke into the house into pieces.

Duke glanced at the past casually, and inadvertently, the huge killing intent that had fought in more than ten worlds soared into the sky. The bone-chilling coldness extinguished the anger and bloodthirstiness. The two pit bulls shed feces and urine and wailed, fled back to the doghouse, and lay together shivering.

"Hey, who are you?"

The pit bull's previous barking attracted two patrolling guards. They discovered Duke, the uninvited guest, pulled out the guns at their waists, took off the safety, and aimed at Duke's head.

"Let me see who this daring thief is... Wow, an Asian kid, tell me how you got in?"

"Ah, my tooth hurts so much——"

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"079, 080, there's movement over there, what happened?" A vigilant voice asked puzzledly in the headset.

Bout walked in with two tall, curvy blonde beauties in his arms, followed by two silent bodyguards. Amid the blonde beauties' gasps, Bout kicked the door open and was about to throw them down on the sofa for a fierce fight when he suddenly discovered a stranger in the room.

"Of course, in addition to the clinic, I can also give you this villa. As long as you let me go, all of these are yours." When Bute saw that the other party was so easy to talk to, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

When you see the extravagant and luxurious decoration of Butt’s home, you can imagine how much ill-gotten gains he has amassed by colluding with both the black and white worlds, and how many families have been destroyed directly or indirectly by him.

"Go back and deal with all the traces I left behind. Clear all the probes and videos hidden in the corners. Also, forget everything after you're done." Duke ordered the two guards with a strange and distorted light in his eyes.

"Answer me, poor bastard, I'm asking who you are?" Butt pointed at Duke and scolded him before he noticed the changes around him. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and laughed, "Isn't this the son of old York? I remember you, a top student at Harvard University. Wow, a scholar full of knowledge! What's wrong? You spent all your money on lawsuits and are homeless. Do you want to work for me?"

"FUCK, bitch, whore, slut, **..."

"Okay sir, leave it to us and we will definitely not leave any clues." The two guards regained their eyesight, saluted and left.

"Yes, you are right... I should repent for my crimes!" Butt's eyes were dull, as if they had lost focus, and his pupils were dilated.

Duke opened the wine cabinet, passed the bottles of red wine, picked up a bottle of Irish whiskey, and poured a glass. He found it hard to swallow after just one sip, so he put the glass down and went to the kitchen to make a cup of instant coffee of an unknown brand. The aroma of caffeine filled his taste buds, driving away his tired sleepiness. Duke sat on the leather sofa, quietly waiting for Butt's arrival.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Butt. I'm not after money, and these two beauties are not interested either, so you can keep it for yourself. I want you to purchase everything on this list within a week, and send them to the clinic and sort them neatly. By the way, I heard that you have already completed the real estate procedures for the clinic, can you transfer it to me?" Duke placed the list of various research equipment on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Butt.

"How much money did that kid give you? I'll pay you ten times as much. Put the gun down and I can pretend nothing happened."

The villa was pitch black, and the real estate agent Butt had not returned home yet. Duke opened the locked door and left icy footprints on the ground as he walked.

"It's nothing. A naughty cat ran into Mr. Boot's house. The two bulldogs barked twice. Everything is fine now." The two guards had dull eyes and responded mechanically.

The large crystal chandelier lit up, and the luxurious decoration came into view, with a medieval retro style, valuable furniture, and antiques, and a fur carpet on the floor. The most eye-catching thing was a row of tall wine cabinets in the corner of the living room, which contained a lot of famous wines.

"Kid, squat on the ground with your hands on your head. This is not a good place for exploration. You know, even if a poor person like you dies here, no one will care." The two guards could tell at a glance that the shirt Duke was wearing was a cheap item. It was obvious that he was not a resident here, because no one here would wear a shirt that cost less than one thousand U.S. dollars.

Duke held a pen and paper, lowered his head and wrote furiously. Hearing Bute's dirty talk, he looked at the two dumbfounded bodyguards with a little dissatisfaction. The two bodyguards were startled, swung the butt of their guns and hit Bute in the mouth with all their strength, knocking out seven or eight smoke-blackened teeth amidst his screams.

"Who are you?" Butt said with a cold face. He pulled his hand out of the collar of the blonde beauty, causing her breasts and buttocks to ripple.

"Of course, I'm willing to spend any amount of money for you two sweethearts."

Duke looked into Boot's eyes and hypnotized him to accept his arrangement: "At the press conference, you confessed your crimes and cried as you wanted to turn over a new leaf and become a good person, but you knew you would never have that chance again, so you prepared a bullet for yourself. This bullet will go through your temple from left to right. Am I right?"

"Mr. Butt, you can shout louder, maybe someone will hear your cry for help." Duke did not raise his head and continued writing. He had cast a barrier around the villa, so no sound could get out. Even if Butt shouted at the top of his lungs, no one would pay attention.

Before Bute could finish his words, two cold pistols were pressed against the back of his head, stopping him from chattering.

Duke remained unmoved, staring at the two tall white men, and a faint spiritual force connected the brains of the two guards through his sight. The huge spiritual force instantly took over the consciousness of the two guards. Now that Duke asked them to commit suicide, they would do it obediently.

Bute's head was covered with cold sweat. He swallowed and turned around, only to see that the people holding the guns were his two most trusted men. As for the two third-rate models he brought back, they were sitting on Duke's left and right, like well-behaved cats, one lying on his shoulder like a boneless person, and the other holding a coffee cup and serving beside him.

Yesterday, Butt was still an unreachable mountain for him. The opponent's power made him choose to die together, but after today, everything disappeared. Duke wanted to hypnotize the opponent to commit suicide, but when he saw this villa, he felt that he was thinking too simply. Today, Butt died, and tomorrow there will be Matt and Might. Butt is not alone. There are many hidden characters behind him, and they are all accomplices.

With the basic attributes of more than ten worlds superimposed, Duke's huge mental power can easily manipulate the will of ordinary people. Although it is not as exaggerated as Professor X's editing and deleting memories and erasing the other party's mind, hypnotizing a few people is not a problem.

"Dear Boot, how much money do you plan to invest in that science fiction blockbuster? Can we really play the leading and supporting female roles?"

“Help—”

Bout proudly took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it up by himself, and sat opposite Duke, puffing out smoke. Ma Dajindao crossed his legs, holding the cigar between his fingers, looking quite capable of pointing fingers at the world. Unfortunately, this world is all about looks. Handsome people are handsome no matter what they do, while ugly people play golf like they are shoveling shit. Obviously, Bout is such an ugly person!

"Swish——" Outside the house, there was a sound of tires rubbing against each other.

"If you want money, I can give it to you, any amount you want. The same goes for those two women, I can get you as many beauties as you want, no matter if they are big stars or supermodels, as long as you are willing to let me go, I will get them all for you and let them wait for you in bed." In order to survive, Butt no longer cared about anything else.

"You are not old York's son, who are you?" Butt covered his bleeding mouth. Duke's indifference made him dare not continue to be presumptuous, for fear that he would kill him if he was unhappy.

"What are you doing? Bastards, you actually betrayed me, are you looking for death?" Butt roared in a low voice with bloodshot eyes and trembling fat body.

"I know your family members' surnames, names, and where they work. Are you really ready to collect their bodies?"

"Kid, I don't want to know how you got in, but I don't have time to care about you now. There are two beautiful girls waiting for me to conquer. If you want to find a job, go to my building tomorrow. I'm still short of a toilet cleaner. Hahaha..." Boot said, waving his hands behind him and casually said, "Throw him out and break his legs to teach him a lesson. I want to complain to those damn black-hearted capitalists. When they bought the villa, they told me that this was the safest place in Brooklyn, but what happened? A yellow monkey can walk in so brazenly..."

Duke did not intend to kill the other party himself, because it was too troublesome. But it was obviously impossible to let Bout go. In the United States, the cost of the death penalty is much higher than the cost of life imprisonment. The court will not easily sentence him to death, or the execution date will be delayed for a long time. Maybe Bout will die in prison, and there may be more than ten years left before his sentence. Then, under the watchful eyes of the world media, shooting himself is undoubtedly a good way. His death will attract countless attention, and none of those accomplices who colluded with him will escape.

Duke put down his coffee cup and glanced at the bodyguards and two blonde beauties behind Booth, as if he had cast a spell to freeze them, making them unable to move, with only their eyes still able to move.

"That's right. I'm proud of you for turning over a new leaf. The Bible says that heaven does not accept people who commit suicide. Although I don't think you are qualified to go to heaven after your death, it's better to be safe than sorry. Money makes the world go round. With money, everything is possible... What if the angel is also a money-grubber?"

"Yes, you are right..."

"Since you have no objection, this matter is settled."

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(End of this chapter)