Lisko’s American Life

Old Nick opened his swollen eyes hard, spat out the blood in his mouth, and nodded in horror.

"Okay, now, let me ask you an answer."

Les stepped on his face with his feet, and his face was completely different from the coldness of the past.

"Who did you lend the car to?"

"One, an Asian, I don't know him, he rented it at double the price, and I didn't ask for his identity information."

Nick answered feebly.

"You are quite business-minded, aren't you afraid of him running away?"

"No, I know he's staying at Marco's hotel, and if he's going to run away, I'll get a message."

Les stared at Nick on the ground for a while, then loosened the riding boots on his face.

"Huhuhu~" Old Nick was reborn after the disaster, gasping for breath, sweat, tears, saliva, and blood all mixed together on his face.

"Jason, you stay here, the others follow me."

After Les interrogated the information, he didn't stop and walked directly over Nick on the ground. Although he wanted to kill him, the Crown Gang was also a big underground gang in Colorado. He could arrest Nick, but he couldn't kill him. Drop it, so that the Crown Gang will never die. Although Less is not afraid of this gang, now is not the time for extravagance.

Three or four pickup trucks left the office in front and back, and Les sat in the back row.

"Asian?"

Although he closed his eyes, his brain did not stop, instead it was spinning rapidly.

His opponents did not have Asian opponents, and he couldn't help but doubt whether it was the people hired by his opponents to do it for him.

The loss of money is nothing to him. His net worth is not five hundred million dollars, but he has one or two. Although this little money hurts his flesh, it is not enough to kill him.

He was thinking more about the invisible enemy. Compared with the battle on the bright side, the poisonous snake in the shadows was the most disturbing.

He has a wife and children. Because of this incident, he locked all his family in the villa, and he didn't worry about them going out until there was no result.

The Marco Hotel is located in the northern part of downtown Denver, where there is an interstate highway, and there are generally three religions and nines living here, and it is also the best choice for many long-distance drivers to rest.

The pickup quietly stopped at the door, and the group got out of the car and walked towards the lobby.

"hello?"

The little girl at the front desk was dozing off boredom, and Les tapped the counter with a lot of paint off with his fingers.

"Do you want housing?"

Jessica is Mars' daughter. She helps out in her own hotel in her spare time. Today, her mother is not feeling well, so she replaces her mother on duty.

Awakening from her sleep, she looked at a group of menacing men and said hello calmly, but unknowingly put her finger on the alarm button under the counter.

"I'm Les from Les Ranch, you call your father Marco to come out."

Of course, this kind of small gesture was invisible in Les's eyes, but he still admired the girl in front of him who was about the same age as his daughter, and admired her calmness in his heart.

Jessica looked at Les's face and confirmed that she seemed to have seen it locally, and calmly dialed the phone inside with her other hand.

"dududu~"

"Daddy, a guest named Les is looking for you."

"Oh? Okay, I'll be right there."

Les watched her finish it in an orderly manner, her fingers never taking out from under the counter.

Soon, the small door behind the counter opened, and a bearded white man in his forties came out.

"Hey Les,"

As soon as Marco came out, he saw Les and his group. Although he was very confused about their intentions, he still greeted them warmly.

Les hugged him, then tapped him on the shoulder.

"how are things?"

Les and Marco are high school classmates. In Colorado and Denver, the place is big and big, but there are many people, but there are not so many people. Many local people know each other. As one of the best colleges in the state. The rancher, Marco still knew Les, who was a man of the year at school.

It's just that at that time, everyone just knew each other and knew each other well. They would say hello when they met, and they didn't gather together to play.

"I'm fine, that's it, by the way, I read the news, I heard about your ranch, I'm sorry."

Marco shrugged and chatted with Les very seriously.

"I have something to do today, and I need your help."

Les patted him again, expressing that he received his comfort, and directly spoke his intentions.

"Of course, you can say it directly." Although he wondered how Les, who had always been so powerful, could find himself here, but being able to help the powerful Les and bring them closer together, Marco was still very happy. honored.

"The culprit of my cattle herd lives in your hotel. Can you tell me his room number?"

"No problem," Marko was very happy, and after listening to the detailed appearance of the passengers he explained, he turned over his registration book at the front desk.

"I found it, room 305, Korean."

Closing the book, Marco took out the key on the counter~www.readwn.com~ and followed them upstairs.

This old-fashioned hotel was inherited by Marko from his father, and he didn't renovate it, so it still had wooden stairs and no elevator.

With the sound of creaking footsteps, Marco walked ahead, reached the door of the room, and made a gesture.

Then insert the key, twist, and the door opens.

The pistol in Johnson's hand was loaded, he took a breath, and rushed into the room neatly.

Although Less was very impatient, he was not so excited that he rushed in. He still knew the truth of being a gentleman. He didn't want to get bogged down in these little things, so he always paid attention.

Five or six agents rushed into the room, and after a while, dragged one person out.

"Sir, there is only one person in there, and he passed out after drinking too much."

When Les heard Johnson's report, taking advantage of the lights in the corridor, he carefully looked at the person in front of him.

Ah Fei was so happy to see the news yesterday, and then he unknowingly drank a bottle of whiskey, but he is not a big drinker on weekdays, and the high alcohol content of low-quality whisky directly made him fall asleep until Now being dragged out of the room, he hasn't woken up yet.

Les covered his nose and looked at the alcoholic Asian with disgust, but he didn't recognize that this person was the Korean who had embarrassed himself on his ranch a few months ago.

One is that Americans are also face-blind when looking at Chinese people, and the other is that the last incident was so small that he doesn’t even remember it now.

"Take it back, I want to see who hired him."

Ah Fei was dragged downstairs by the detectives again, stuffed into the pickup, and his hands were tied with the belt that Johnson pulled from himself.

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