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Heitor, I'm Gael. It's a pleasure.

My God, I'm so...

So... excited.

No, no, excited is not a good word. I'm very...

touched.

No, not touched. Sorry, I'm very... I'm very...

Why do people always set up their own hell?

Anxious, that's it! That's the word.

I'm really anxious to work with a guy as expert as you.

I always say that, more than a second chance,

people deserve a second view of the facts.

I just arrived, I don't want any problems.

What are you doing on my desk?

Relax. Dude, Heitor told me to use this computer...

Get out!

Do you want me to find the sender?

Not even Heitor could find the sender.

It's not that hard, right?

But maybe Heitor didn't know his way around the protocols, anyway.

I tried to recover the media,

but some seem to have been purposely erased.

Are you crying?

No, it's just...

-every time I vomit, I start to cry. -Calm down, man. Stay calm.

Do you have something serious?

It seems I can't hide it for too long, right?

What happened? How, in fact, did it happen?

Why did it happen?

GAMEBROS

Some are born to apologize.

Look ahead, faggot!

Cocksucker.

And some are born to make others ask for forgiveness.

Put 25 people in a room. One of them is a psycho.

The psychopath won't necessarily kill you or steal from you.

But he'll surely destroy you from the inside out.

He'll smile, and you'll love it. He'll manipulate you.

Such people are born defective.

Without the most humane of characteristics: Compassion.

A psychopath doesn't mind ending friendships,

the trust between two people, the happiness of others.

Quite the opposite, he likes, he wants to.

He looks for stable relationships to have the pleasure of destroying them.

Hi, can I help you?

Now the most important question: How do psychopaths find their victims?

Sure, come in.

You can help me. You can help me a lot, actually.

Working here is nice, right?

-You are...? -Gael.

Gael.

-And you? -Pleasure, I'm Edu.

Admiration.

That's what the psychopath feels for his victim.

Eduardo. The pleasure is all mine.

He admires them so much that he can't share his target

-with no one else. -Cool place, right?

Nice, but that's funny. A map?

Do you still use it? I thought it was digital.

-Are you looking for Heitor? -Of course.

Of course. I'm looking for Heitor.

-Do you know Heitor? -Who doesn't know Heitor, right?

TEENAGE HACKER OVERTHROWS PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANY

FIFTEEN YEAR OLD HACKER LOWERS CANCER MEDICINE PRICE

TEENAGE HACKER CONDEMNED TO HOUSE ARREST

CONFIDENTIAL

-Are you Heitor? -Excuse me.

-Heitor? Heitor, please tell me. -Excuse me!

-Why did you do this, Heitor? -Excuse me.

-What happened? -Excuse me.

Tell me. What happened?

SENT

DEAR HEITOR,

TODAY YOUR NEW INTELLIGENCE ASSISTANT, GAEL HUMBER,

WILL START WORKING THIS MORNING.

No psycho can deceive everyone all the time.

He'll always leave a trail, a story, wherever he went.

Or do you think you'll be the only victim of your favorite psychopath?

I bet you're the type who believes the tooth fairy.

I don't think so.

There are no fairies nor assistant hackers without a history on the internet.

Unless he changed his name.

There's nothing like making all your mess before adulthood.

You become a victim of the oppressive society,

and you earn a bonus brand new identity, with a clean slate and a second chance.

FILE INCONSISTENCY

Who is trying to play friends with Gamebros?

So this is the famous Intelligence area? Nice.

Don't touch Heitor's things.

-Eduardo, chill. -He hates it.

Dude, relax. You don't know what you're talking about.

What? Come on! Heitor and ... we're brothers.

-Brothers? -Sure.

Heitor chose me to be his assistant here.

-He chose you? -Yeah. Personally.

Didn't he choose you? Yeah, I figured.

Of course! You… I remember.

You must be the new secretary. He said you're...

-Secretary? -Wait... Don't say your name.

I love guessing the names of people like you.

You just told me... Eduardo, right?

Eduardo, right?

Don't be afraid. You can touch me.

Eduardo.

Cool, Edu... Listen. Do you like coffee?

-Why? -Make me some, please?

There.

A big mistake of the psychopath is actually believing

that he's always in control, that he's already won the game.

Thank you very much.

Eduardo?

Envy.

A psychopath is so envious of its prey's relations

that he needs to isolate his target from the surroundings.

He must dominate and slaughter or... die.

-Excuse me? -Sure.

He is the target's present, the others are the past.

The present and the past can't live in the same space...

dispute the same attention.

Good afternoon.

Heitor?

-Hey, are you okay? -What's up?

Good morning.

-Where is it? -What?

My breakfast.

Today is Wednesday, potato bread with curd day.

-Did you forget? -Ask your new assistant.

While he pampers you, I'm gonna work. I'll help the Missing Persons Unit.

-Have you seen him around? -Who?

Is he there? My partner, my buddy?

Eduardo. Have you seen him around?

He's the one you're looking for.

Hi, how are you?

I'm Gael.

Which one?

Nice to meet you. Gael.

Gael, son of a millionaire farmer? Gael, son of reputable physicians?

Gael, a newly formed engineer?

Gael, a victim of kidnapping by a criminal faction?

Which one is the lie?

Look, I wanna tell you right away. For me, it's very...

Sorry!

Look at this, man! I am…

I'm very...

No, no, excited is not a good word. I'm very...

Confused about which Gael you want to be.

Hello. Hi, how are you?

This is the HR from Gamebros companies.

I'm hiring a person who worked with you.

I would like a reference.

Gael Bermo.

Look, be very careful. He's a compulsive liar,

a slob who keeps lying to avoid work. Beware of him.

No, it's Gael, Gael Huber...

Sorry, I can't pronounce his last name. Huberman?

God forbid!

Sir, there isn't a kidnapping victim with that name.

Sorry, good afternoon.

No, Gael Humber.

He's not an engineer?

How come? He studied there, got a diploma.

It will be delightful to play with you.

Thrilled.

Not thrilled, I'm...

I'm anxious, that's it!

I'm really anxious for being here, to have this opportunity

to work here with an expert like you.

Wait, wait... Really, really.

So you're excited because you'll work with me?

No, no! Wait, sorry...

Sorry, I'm talking crap, That's not what I mean.

The thing is... I think a lot in English.

Sometimes, when I translate something to Portuguese,

I make some mistakes. That's not what I meant.

It's because, I don't know...

"Excited" in English has a different meaning.

Not very different, it's almost the same thing,

except that, in Portuguese, it has a connotation that is a bit more...

-sexual. -Yeah, okay. I got it.

-Who are you? -I'm your new assistant.

I mean, I'm the new assistant in the area of Intelligence.

So I'm your new assistant, Gael.

I thought someone had told you.

Yes, Chief Patrícia mentioned it.

Yeah. Well, I'm at your disposal.

-You can count on me. -Fine.

Heitor?

-Chief Patrícia wants to see you urgently. -Okay, I'm coming.

-Just a minute. -No, no…

Look, do I need to be at that meeting?

Because I saw Eduardo, right? He was summoned to go...

-You don't have to go. -I can go...

-I have a task for you. -Heitor, come on!

-I'll just get my tablet... -You don't need a tablet.

Not for the task I'll give you. Just get my potato bread with curd.

-What? -Yes, my potato bread with curd.

Do you have a schedule? Write it down:

Wednesday morning is potato bread with curd day.

-Potato bread? -Yeah, okay?

I like the light ones, you know?

-Light? -Yeah.

From the little bar down the third corner.

All right? The light ones!

It will be nice to play with you.

Heitor, you can go now.

Our research must go faster than the official one.

I want to solve this inquiry.

Chief?

Everyone's out here.

One minute. May I have a minute, Chief?

-Sure. -Just a minute, Gilda, please.

Chief, I know nothing is more important than your daughter right now...

but I need to ask you a question.

-What? -This new assistant in my area...

-How did he appear? -Why?

Look, my gut says that this guy is trouble, Chief.

Did you request him or did he appear out of nowhere?

What do you mean by that?

Nothing at the moment, Chief.

I received an email from HR...

saying a new assistant would come to your area.

Do you wanna see the email?

We want to see, understand and track it.

Good afternoon.

Heitor! Heitor?

Glad you got here, man. I need to talk to you.

Look, I don't wanna step on any toes,

but Glauber asked me to do something for him.

How nice. Nice.

So there's no problem with it?

No. You're here to help in whatever we need.

No, sure, but I don't need your authorization?

No, you don't, no.

-Okay. -Good job.

Sorry, just one more thing:

Do you know if there's any process...

any specific signature that I need to get

-to touch the evidence? -No, if Glauber gave it to you,

-you have authorization, okay? -Yeah, sorry...

Can I use any computer here?

Du's.

-Won't he be angry? -Yes.

Heitor? Heitor?

Look, here. Your potato bread.

I had to buy another one, can you believe it?

Glauber ended up eating it.

-I tried to avoid it, but I couldn't. -Cool.

You eat it.

Revenge.

The psychopath always uses revenge to lure his victim.

Tries to put his target in danger to become the savior.

But, attention:

The psychopath doesn't always have only one victim at a time.

What are you doing on my desk?

Edu, sorry, I'm just doing something Heitor asked me.

-Move. -No, relax, man!

Glauber needed something, and Heitor told me to use your computer.

What's that? Eduardo, look at what you did!

Go somewhere else.

I'm doing my job, please! That's annoying!

Did you touch anything?

I touched your good mood, right?

Isn't there any other place for me to work?

Go to Heitor's desk.

-Can I? -Sure, he doesn't mind.

-Who's this guy? -Heitor's assistant.

What a tool!

But what is this?

I present to you the deep web.

What good is that for?

It's the hell of the internet.

Are you trying to tell me that the kidnapper was a hacker?

For sure.

So that means no one else can do it?

I'm not saying a common person can't enter the deep web.

I'm talking about this.

Whoever sent the video is a hacker. It has no user.

-But can't you find out who it is? -Edu, do you want some help?

I'm already messing with a bunch of programs to unlock some things,

I can get the sender.

-What are you doing there? -Something Glauber asked me to do.

-What is the case? -Rita. Rita Veloso.

But not even Heitor could find the sender of the messages.

Glauber wants to put you against Heitor.

No, he's just asking for help.

You're not going to give him the cell phone?

-Chief! -You don't deny help at a time like this.

Eduardo, come on! Are you jealous of Heitor now?

The life of a child is at stake, okay?

-How fast can you find it? -Quick thing.

Gamebros!

It is possible to love two people with the same intensity?

-GAMEBROS JUST HACKED 3X. -I LOVE 3X, THEY'RE AWESOME.

Yes. When they are the same person, it's possible.

-GAMEBROS IS PLAYING WITH FIRE. -I WANNA MEET HIM.

In Gaels case, he idolizes Gamebros and loves Heitor madly.

He just doesn't know that they are the same person.

Imagine when he finds out.

-I WANNA MEET HIM. -YOU AND 3X.

Wait. Wait a second.

Did you really think Gael was the owner of XXX?

No, no…

Despite having the avatar of a big fish, he's nothing more than a goldfish

that you take from one side to another, that you feed when and if you want.

SPECIAL REQUEST

HOW MUCH FOR THE TRUE ID OF A HACKER?

-IT DEPENDS ON THE HACKER. -GAMEBROS.

IF YOU HELP US, IT'S FREE.

What does this Mayra do in that place?

That's a sauna.

People go there to have sex.

Chief, should I ask what will happen?

You may ask, Heitor...

but are you sure you wanna know?

Of course.

Thanks for everything.

"Pirarucu"?

What the fuck is this avatar?

-ANYONE THERE? -HERE!

I GOT HIM. I GOT GAMEBROS.

-LEAVE IT TO US. -I'M WAITING FOR MY REQUEST.

DON'T WORRY.

It's time to fish.

WHAT ELSE SHOULD I DO?

Be my best puppet.

I don't know if in life it's better to be smart or intelligent.

When God opened that door, was He smart or intelligent?

Smart or intelligent?

Was I none of them?

It's never too late to be both at the same time.

One of the worst things of technology is that it only increases anxiety.

In the old days, we sent a letter and waited 15 days for the answer.

Today, who can spare 15 seconds?

And do you know what we do when don't know what to do?

We don't do anything.

We don't open any doors and we close all windows.

I'M SORRY. I JUST LEFT WORK. IS IT STILL ON?

OF COURSE. I'LL BE WAITING.

I loved the movie. Thanks for the invite.

I love X-Men.

Do you want to go to dinner?

There's a restaurant down the street. We can even walk there.

-We wouldn't need a cab or anything. -Yeah.

-Are you listening to me? -Yeah?

Yes, the restaurant is great.

Let's go?

Gilda, I just got a work message.

I can't, sorry.

But go. The restaurant is very good. Goodbye.

-Vanessa. -Wow…

He still knows my name.

Are you still mad at me?

-More than mad. -Yeah?

Why did you come, then?

Because I'm stupid to answer you

and curious to know what you want from me.

Why curious?

Tell me, Heitor. What do you want?

Do I have to want something to call my ex-girlfriend?

You always want something.

Go…

Speak.

The first thing you've already got. What is the second one?

I needed this a lot.

You idiot!

Don't treat me like a whore.

-Calm down… -To be your whore...

-the price is too high for you. -Easy.

Easy my ass!

I hate how I let you manipulate me.

You call, I come running.

It's been five years, Heitor.

I'm so stupid.

-Relax, will you? -No, let me go.

Wasn't it good?

No.

I doubt that.

Don't call me anymore. Okay, Heitor?

XXX.

That's what I wanted to talk about. The XXX site.

You're not working anymore with bank invasion.

Not anymore.

And, apparently, this new work area gives you lots of money, right?

How much did that bag cost? About 30 grand?

What are you insinuating, Heitor?

I'm insinuating a lot... A lot of things.

But I actually have a doubt.

What doubt?

Was everything good so far or wasn't it?

And the story repeats itself, but never the same way.

Specially once we get one step ahead of the opponent.

All these crimes here were committed by a single name:

Gamebros.

This is our Department's most wanted.

He sends me this correspondence.

Making me find the connection between the three murders

and put a bandit in jail,

and Eduardo receives...

on his cell phone, a video of my daughter.

It was Gamebros who sent it?

He even orchestrated the abduction through this site here:

XXX.

This Gamebros... Did he put an end to more people?

Those faceless photos... Are they more victims?

There's a list of women which were purchased

to be mutilated alive.

It's a clown trying to play with the police,

a coward hidden behind that drawing and that nickname.

He's a brat, folks. He read too many comics.

He's a maniac, right? A nutjob, a cunt, that's all.

This was all done by one such...

Gamebros.

Do you know him?

This Gamebros is a real thug.

He's not just invading our area, he's invading the whole police.

How much may this Gamebros be doing that the other units don't even know?

Good morning.

Edu, sorry, man. I'll be here quickly because...

Glauber asked me to solve something for him.

-I have no computer, so... -I don't care.

-Leave. -Okay, sorry.

I'm really sorry, it was quick.

I'll just do it later.

Gael, are you okay?

I'm okay.

Sorry, I didn't see you there, Heitor,

-I'll just… Just a minute. -Are you okay, man?

Du, what happened to him?

I don't know. He's making a scene.

Since the psychopath has no compassion...

we pretend to have it for him.

-Gael? -Hey, Heitor.

-Is everything okay? -I'm fine, sorry.

Are you crying?

It's just…

every time I vomit, I start to cry.

No, it's okay, stay calm.

I'll have to get used to it, right?

Why?

Hello? Okay, I'm taking the flash drive there.

Fine. Fine.

Flash drive? What flash drive?

Glauber asked me to help him with something.

Well, I'm coming.

Thanks, Heitor.

We let him believe that he's conquered his space,

that he can feel at ease, that he's already won the game.

Let him become arrogant.

He thinks he's a baddass.

Me, on the other hand...

I found it!

I found it!

It's here, look.

I was able to recover two of the main cameras.

Look! It's the kid who goes after him, look!

-Where? -Look, look, look!

He stabbed first, man.

-He's stabbing again... -Look at the size of your nephew's arm!

I wouldn't wanna fight that dude!

To defeat the enemy, we often have to almost kill a friend.

Listen here, Eduardo. Here's the deal!

-No, Heitor, it was... -Listen! Shut up! Listen!

You and Gael are assistants.

Fuck it! Shut up!

If Gael wants Gamebros and me, let him think he's getting everything,

so he leaves his dirty trail and shows what he really is.

You know what? I'll have lunch with Gael.

This table is his now. You'll set this table for him, all right?

-Heitor, please, it's not necessary... -Yes, it is, Gael. Mind your business.

This computer is Gael's. To use it, you'll have to ask permission.

Let's have lunch, Gael. Let's have lunch, Gael.

What are you doing?

Look, idiot! You moron! Now you'll have to get it.

-You'll have to get it. -Okay.

Pick it up. I'm not your employee.

-Do you think you'll stay here? -If I think so?

But I'm already here. By the way, I'm well settled, right?

You don't fool me, Gael.

I'll tell everyone what you do. You're a fake!

Goodness! Please! Don't do this to me, because...

I'll start to feel sick.

I don't know if you noticed, but you're nothing to me.

Don't argue with me. Go get it.

I'm not your employee, I'm an assistant, like you.

-Assistant. You're also an assistant. -Yes?

Well, it's not what people say around here.

Everyone always says I'm much better than you.

I'll talk to Heitor.

No, no, no... No, don't.

Look, please, don't do this. I beg you.

I'm very scared of Heitor knowing about it and...

Be careful. You won't last a day, faggot!

-What do you mean? What… -Even less! One night. Quiet!

Lower your voice.

You won't last a night here, okay?

You little shit!

And to be honest, why keep changing things from one place to another, right?

Soon, it will be just Heitor and me.

You won't need that job.

Yeah, I think it's better.

What are you doing, Gael?

Heitor, Edu told me to organize his desk so it's not messy, right?

Because I don't have my own desk...

Defend your psychopath and he'll be definitely in your hand.

Gael, your juice.

How do you handle the invention of a personality?

How can you falsify everything?

The gestures, the history itself, all lies!

All of that for...

Wait, wait, wait...

Do you think I'm talking about Gael?

No, no! Gael sucks! He's a sick man.

I'm talking about Gamebros. Wasn't it easier to just send him away?

-Do you want some? Chips, sandwich? -No, no…

No, no…

What about our pleasure?

Sorry to intrude...

but even as your boss, I need to know, man.

Do you have something serious?

It seems I can't hide it for too long, right?

Is it cancer?

You don't know what you're talking about, man.

Yes, I do.

Trust me. I do.

Gael? Gael, Gael, Gael...

Wait, man.

-I think you got it wrong. -No, no. It's okay, sorry.

Sorry, man. I'm...

I'm not very well. See you.

Yeah! Sleep with the enemy to destroy...

the enemy?

Even for Heitor that's too much.

Gael? Gael, are you okay, man?

What happened?

-Gael? Are you okay? -Help him.

Thus walks mankind: With masks, lies...

-I don't lie. -Faking...

and schemes. All to attract your victim.

So obvious, so small, so sad.

Do you want to know why he even faked cancer?

HACKER EXPLAINS HIS ACTIONS

MY MOTHER DIED OF CANCER

-Heitor? -What motivated you?

Please, I don't wanna talk about it.

-Wait, you have to talk a little. -No, I don't have to talk.

Kid!

The search for identification between victim and psychopath.

And speaking of identification,

it wasn't that hard to understand what Gael had done.

He wanted to become my friend to find out who Gamebros is.

He just didn't understand that nobody gets in between Gamebros and me.

Good. So he made such a mess

that the only way to clean it as throwing it all away.

What's up, Patrícia? What's going on?

I don't know. We have to wait for Heitor.

What is happening?

-We have to wait for Heitor. -Damn!

Did he say something else or that's all?

Is something going on?

Does anyone want some coffee?

-I do. -Help me get some coffee.

-I'm not a waiter. -I know.

Come on. Come on, brat...

-Roberto, your coffee. -Thank you.

Here, Chief.

What time does he come?

Good night.

Why did you take so long, man?

To create a mood, right? Expectations are good.

Do you really know who XXX is?

I thought it was Eduardo.

Eduardo, Glauber? Are you crazy?

-Are you ready? -Let's go!

Gael?

-That dumb boy? -No, wait...

-Heitor, how did you find it out? -Very simple:

He wanted to screw Gamebros so much that he left too many traces.

First, he hacked into the HR system to get into the police.

Then, he passed all the XXX crimes to Gamebros' account...

which doesn't make any sense.

Gamebros is a hacker known as a savior...

who fights the criminal XXX.

He had no reason to erase the images of the case of Glauber's nephew.

But why blame Gamebros for the crimes of XXX?

Easy, Du.

With Gamebros in jail,

Gael would have a free way to keep doing his shit as XXX.

It's as if the Penguin arrested Batman.

This son of a bitch!

He almost destroyed the evidence that shows my nephew is innocent.

Yeah. He almost screwed your nephew, but why?

So, there's the question. Why? Why would Gamebros do this?

On the contrary, Gamebros would try to prove your nephew was innocent.

The craziest of all is that Gael created codes

to make us believe that Eduardo...

was Gamebros.

Gael is a dumb-ass, Chief.

I don't understand one thing: Why would he wanna work here

when he can be arrested? It makes no sense.

Because here he could influence investigations.

He could arrest the good guy, and cut the bad guy loose.

And he also would have access to various systems,

systems that no hacker can access, not even through the deep web.

Would a guy with cancer do something like this, guys?

Chief...

Chief, cancer?

Damn liar!

I called several places where he worked.

In one, he had sclerosis,

in another, he had paralysis of the limbs.

A bum who doesn't like to work and fakes diseases.

What a son of a bitch, fuck!

-A misfit, right? -But…

Is Gael really XXX?

Of course not!

Did you believe Gael was XXX?

Gael is a shitty hacker who thinks he's fooling someone.

But he wanted to play, didn't he?

Now he's going to take the blame for all the crimes of XXX...

Then I can remove Gamebros from the scene, pull the police off the circuit.

Professor Xavier needed Magneto.

Superman needed Lex Luthor. Tom needed Jerry.

Yeah, I need XXX.

What now?

Do we have enough to arrest him? What can we do?

Now we let him believe we don't know anything, Chief.

Yeah, but people can't keep from showing they know everything.

Wow, you got cancer?

-Glauber! -Guys, Im just asking.

I always knew people who do chemotherapy get very sick.

How many chemos have you done?

It's the fourth.

Look, do you still have hair?

Gamebros appears as responsible.

It doesn't mean he's the real criminal.

Gael, unintentionally, pulled the IP of the person who had erased the images.

Did the IP come along?

Are you sure that XXX can't be Gamebros?

Of course not.

I got a little dizzy.

-Do you want some water? -Yes, please.

-Is everything alright, Gael? -I'm fine. It's just dizziness.

Chief, look what I had on top of my desk: Three envelopes.

Guess who sent them?

-Gamebros? -Himself.

Guys, what the fuck?

Look, there's an XXX site here.

But who is Nice Mesquita Yoda?

-Gael... -Calm down, calm down...

Help me, help me, help me.

It's normal, guys.

Just let me breathe. It's the chemo.

I get sick.

My aunt died of this. She never fainted.

-You need to get checked. -It varies from person to person.

Heitor, I think I'd better go see my doctor.

-Can you spare me? -Of course. I'm going with you.

No, no, no... I don't want to bother...

Heitor, you don't have to, you're too busy.

I'm already used to doing this alone.

-Are you all right? -I'm fine, I'm good.

-Relax, people. -Let's go:

We have befriended the psychopath, we have his trust,

we made him confident. What are you missing now?

Leave it to me now.

Destroying him... forever.

Son of a bitch!

What's up?

Did you miss me?

Heitor, I think I fucked up.

Did you touch my computer, Eduardo?

I did. I decided to pretend to be Heitor.

-WE GOT A PROBLEM. -WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?

NOTHING WRONG

SPIT IT OUT

THEY THINK YOU'RE BEHIND EVERYTHING AND NOT GAMEBROS

-WHO'S "YOU" -YOU, XXX. THE OWNER OF THE SITE.

DO YOU THINK THERE'S ONLY ONE OF US?

SO WE'RE GOOD?

????????

YOU DIDN'T DO YOUR PART

I saw the evidence XXX sent you.

Now I understand why you exchanged Rita's cell phone.

You didn't do this, Eduardo. It's not possible.

Heitor, I couldn't let Gael just go to prison.

Son of a bitch!

Edu, you turned Gael into a target.

I told you I was a good assistant.

Where are you going, Eduardo?

I'll buy a coxinha .

Does Eduardo think he'll become Gamebros' Robin?

Du!

Mine's with catupiry !

Doesn't he understand that Heitor is the Wolverine in the story?

YOU DIDN'T DO YOUR PART

I TRIED EVERYTHING. I SWEAR!

I DESERVE TO KNOW WHO GAMEBROS IS.

-ALL RIGHT, IS THAT YOUR FINAL WISH? -YES.

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Will you stop disturbing us?

Close it for me.

My favorite thing in life is to disturb you.

Yes, she's one of the people behind the XXX website.

You don't know how to do anything!

But will it work?

Of course it will.

I just need to convince the police that Gael is XXX.

They consider the case solved...

you get on with your life and I get on with mine.

You could get even richer. We could live together.

We'll never live together, but we can sleep together.

Work, Vanessa, work.

We need to finish this Gael.

That won't be a problem.

What are you gonna do?

I'll send some evidence to the hands of the right people...

and they'll see Gael as the sender.

And the recipient? Is it hell?

Hell is here.

But, since you managed to hack me...

we can send a surprise farewell to Gael.

Heitor?

Gamebros?

Didn't I say Gamebros was a good boy?

Yeah!

But every hero, to exist, needs a villain.

A heavy villain, just like our hero.

Who is the villain, then?

Is it the real owner of the XXX website?

Or maybe...

is it me?

Who did you think was behind of all this?

God?

Now…

the story will begin.

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