The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

When the female companion next to Antonio heard this, she winked at him and said, "Well~ Honey, I want to live in a suite. I can't even show my skills in an ordinary room..."

The woman's words made Antonio feel hot all over.

I have been retreating again and again, but the other party is kicking his nose in the face?

Although he has a bit of a big-picture perspective, it's not much.

If there is a slight disturbance, the violent genes of black people in the body cannot be suppressed. Face is everything for black people!

"Fake! As far as I know, no big names have come to Washington for meetings in the past two days. There are no big celebrities holding concerts. Why is the presidential suite gone?! It's okay if the presidential suite is gone, but there is no congressional suite either. How many people in the United States can afford a room worth nearly 2 US dollars a night! Are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

Anne shrank her neck and said cowardly, "No, sir, how dare I lie to you..."

Antonio quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist and slapped it at the front desk. "Damn it, if you don't give me an explanation today, I'll kill you with one shot! Is there anyone in Washington who doesn't know that Antonio, my lame gang member, is Not easy to mess with.”

Annie was so scared that she squatted on the ground, and the lobby manager was so scared that he hid aside.

The hotel's security guards stepped forward to rescue him, but Antonio's six bodyguards took the lead and pulled guns to their heads.

Fortunately, there were not many guests in the hall, and everyone hid in the bathroom.

Antonio asked loudly, "If you don't tell me who booked my room today, I will kill you with one shot!"

Annie held her head in her hands. She was so confused that she blurted out, "It was decided by the big boss...the big boss..."

"Big boss?" Antonio was stunned, and then said angrily, "Damn it, who of the people who come to stay at your Waldorf Astoria hotel are ordinary people? They are all big bosses!"

That's when he questioned Anne.

Not far away, on the sofa in the hotel lounge area, a man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "I reserved the room."

Antonio was stunned.

Good guy, jump out on your own.

Antonio took a closer look, Chinese.

He spat disdainfully, "Damn it, I thought he was some awesome person, but he turns out to be a Chinese!"

Among various ethnic groups in the United States, Chinese have the lowest status.

It's so low that you can be bullied at will without having to bear any price.

The big men in the white houses in the United States have no money. They can attack the Chinese people, rob their land and rob their money, and they will not be subject to any legal sanctions.

If there are restrictions in the law, then change the law or establish another one.

The most important thing is that the Americans are openly robbing the Chinese of their money, land, and even women.

Some people still squeeze their heads out and try their best to get over it.

How mean are these people who have come here...

When Antonio thought of this, he hugged his female companion without any scruples, and walked to Qin Chuan with the gun in his hand as if he didn't recognize his relatives.

Seeing Antonio approaching Qin Chuan, the assistant agent instinctively stepped forward to stop him.

As an FBI agent, he knows exactly what Antonio is.

This man kills without blinking an eye, is proficient in pornography, gambling and drugs, and his Crips Gang is very popular in Washington.

It can be said that in the underground world of Washington, he is a domineering and lawless existence.

And why Antonio and his Crips Gang can cover the sky with just one hand, naturally there are several big shots behind them.

Among the several big shots, there is Jennifer Kelly beside her.

It can be said that the Crips Gang and Antonio are Jennifer Kelly's sharp blades in controlling the underground world.

They are black gloves carefully trained by two generations of FBI leaders.

Today the boss is responsible for Qin Chuan's safety, so he cannot let his younger brother Antonio cause trouble.

Just when the assistant detective was about to stop him, he was stopped by his supervisor, Jennifer Kelly.

"Boss, don't we go up to rescue the siege? You also know Antonio's character..."

Jennifer Kelly showed an unpredictable expression, "Don't worry, I want to see what kind of person can make the Secretary of State of the United States so fearful. The description in the report is always not as accurate as the actual description."

The assistant agent couldn't help but complain.

You have satisfied your curiosity. If something happens, I will bear the blame...

Complaints are complaints, but you have to listen to your boss.

The assistant detective felt miserable and could only pray that Antonio in front of him would stop messing around.

Antonio placed the gun in his hand on the coffee table in front of Qin Chuan. He crossed his legs and hugged his female companion.

"Brother, this is your first time in the United States? This is your first time in Washington?" Antonio's seemingly provocative question actually contained multiple hidden secrets.

He didn't come up to taunt or point a gun at Qin Chuan's head.

Instead, he asked two ordinary questions.

But these two questions may seem ordinary, but they are not simple upon closer inspection.

If the other person comes to the United States for the first time, then this person has no foundation, so there is no need to be afraid.

If this is his first time in Washington, then he definitely has no backing in Washington.

A rich man without a backing is nothing in a place like Washington, where dignitaries gather.

No matter how much money you have, you can't defeat power.

Especially a rich Chinese.

Qin Chuan picked up the coffee in front of him, took a sip and said, "None of your business."

Antonio was stunned, and the female companion and bodyguard beside him were all stunned.

They never expected this young man to be so aggressive.

People are waving guns in front of you, but they dare to say arrogant things.

"Honey...he is so fierce and scary." Antonio's female companion quickly acted coquettishly when she saw this.

The CK vest she was wearing struggled to withstand the crazy squeezing of her 38F howitzer figure.

When she came out with Antonio, she wanted the majesty of a big sister and a glimpse of the underground king in Washington.

But here, you have to be criticized for opening a room.

Antonio's blood was distended and his breathing was rapid.

At the same time, he felt a blow to his face.

He had never been so humiliated since forming the Crips.

Antonio picked up the pistol on the table and said, "Do you know who I am!"

"Are you mentally retarded? Do you want me to tell you who you are?"

Click...

Antonio was angry and loaded the gun. "What the hell..."

Qin Chuan's eyes narrowed, and just when he was about to take action, he heard a cry from the elevator entrance, "Save someone under the gun! Save someone under the gun! Save someone under the gun!"

I saw a dozen men and women wearing expensive clothes rushing out of the luxurious and gold-plated elevator room.

These people are all senior executives of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in Washington.

Walking at the front of the crowd was the hotel general manager, Renn.

He recognized Qin Chuan sitting on the sofa at a glance.

That was the man Xia Ying, chairman and president of Silton Group, had mentioned many times in group meetings.

That nose, that face, those eyebrows, those eyes, it's the big boss for sure.

But when he saw Antonio, Ren panicked.