Chapter 363

"Romantic passers-by" is a motel with a small scale of only 12 rooms. Although it is dirty, messy and insignificant, it still maintains a fairly good profit.

The root cause is that most of the tenants living here are either Street women who don't want to be known, or criminals who avoid the police for illegal transactions. In short, they don't haggle over thirty or forty dollars.

In addition, a very strange guest lives in the rightmost room on the second floor. He neither looks for women nor comes into contact with gangsters selling "washing powder" and "tobacco" on the roadside. Except that he occasionally goes out for a few days or weeks, he stays in the room alone for the rest of the time and doesn't know what the hell.

However, in the face of the rent of $100 a day, Bart, as the boss, is too lazy to meddle. Anyway, no matter what the other party does, even if it's making a bomb to make big news, it's ok as long as it doesn't detonate in his own hotel.

Just as he was about to open the drawer, take out all the cash in it and deposit it in the bank. At the end of the day, three strangers suddenly came in outside the door.

The first is an Asian in a black suit. Judging from the fabric and leather shoes, the price is definitely a high-grade product of more than thousands of dollars, which is not affordable for the poor who live nearby.

In addition, the beautiful and soul stirring woman behind him also made old Bart feel his heart beat faster, his mouth thirsty, and his lower body set up a small tent early.

As the owner of a motel, he has seen hundreds or thousands of beautiful women in his life, but none of them can be compared with it.

Especially those eyes, as if they could not help but sink into them at a glance.

As for the last chubby middle-aged man, even if he is more than ten meters away, he can smell the smell of lawyers from each other.

Although Americans can't live without lawyers all their life, there are few people who really like them, especially for the poor with low income. One legal consultation can cost them hundreds of dollars.

Many poor people prefer to deal with hell demons rather than lawyers.

Obviously, the three intruders were none other than Zhang Cheng, Polman and Patty who walked a few blocks.

"Hello, do you want to stay?" old Bart calmed down a little and asked.

Although he didn't think the three strangers in front of him would see the poor cash in the drawer, he put one hand under the counter and grasped a shotgun fixed with adhesive tape paper.

You know, Brooklyn is completely different from the day after midnight. Since it is different from the day, there are at least 20 to 25 burglaries and burglaries almost every night. There are so many road robberies that the police are too lazy to deal with as long as there are no human lives.

Zhang Cheng, who has always been good at observing, found the hotel owner's tight right arm, smiled and replied in standard American English: "no, sir, we're not here to stay, but to find someone."

"Looking for someone?" old Bart frowned subconsciously.

"Yes! Should urban best live here? If you don't mind, can you tell me the number of guest rooms he lives in?" Zhang Cheng stated his intention directly. At the same time, he took out a bulging envelope from his pocket and threw it in front of the other party.

Old Bart seemed to understand something. He immediately opened the envelope and looked at it. He found a thick pile of 100 yuan bills, at least 4000 to 5000 yuan.

Without any hesitation, he took down a bunch of keys from the shelf behind him and said expressionless, "the room on the far right of the second floor is. Here are the keys to all rooms in the whole hotel. I'm going to the bank next. No matter what you want to do, I don't know or see."

With the last word blurted out, he ran to a Ford pickup parked outside at a very fast speed. He didn't forget to take a deep breath when passing Patty. His face was full of intoxicated expressions.

Watching the car slowly disappear at the end of the road, Zhang Cheng couldn't help laughing, shaking his head and sighing, "what a smart man. It seems that there's no need to modify his memory."

"Hum! A nasty bug! How about letting me catch up and suck him up?" Patty suggested with a dangerous light in her eyes.

"Forget it, you should know it's not his fault. Polman, take the key and let's go to the second floor." Zhang Cheng glanced at Fang's slightly exposed dress and walked quietly towards the stairs.

He knew very well that the hotel owner's obscene behavior just now was completely affected by biological instinct and impulse, which was the natural charm sent out by the * * Banshee's unconscious.

In fact, men with normal physiological orientation subconsciously regard Patty as the object of sexual fantasy and are eager to get close to her.

Under the leadership of Zhang Cheng, the three of them soon came to the door of the guest room with No. 2004 sign.

Just as Polman took out his key to lock it, he suddenly felt an inexplicable killing opportunity, kicked it away and propped up the cold ice to protect his body.

Next second

Bang!

The door was hit by a huge force on the spot!

A cold light followed and plunged into the piercing ice!

For a moment, ice chips splashed everywhere!

The sharp short sword almost pierced the protection of the cold ice. He could even see the sword tip close at hand.

"Magic?!" the man who attacked from the room showed a surprised expression on his face.

But the surprise returned to surprise, but the movement of the hand didn't stop at all.

In just a few seconds, he stabbed dozens or even hundreds of swords from different angles with incredible speed. The angle of each sword is so tricky!

When the ice shield finally broke in repeated attacks, he raised his mouth and showed a smile of excitement or joy. The whole person turned into a remnant and disappeared in situ.

"Be careful!" the embarrassed Polman saw this scene and immediately reminded him loudly at the top of his voice.

But at the moment when the word blurted out, Zhang Cheng, who was always in a passive defense state, suddenly smiled, raised his hand and gently snapped his fingers.

Pop!

An invisible arcane Rune emerged with dazzling brilliance!

Before the other two people could react, the man who disappeared a second ago suddenly hit the glowing Rune and burst out a golden spark.

The dagger in his hand seemed to have been heated by thousands of degrees of flame, showing an abnormal red, and it was still melting rapidly. The hand holding the hilt was badly burned.

But even so, he didn't mean to lose his weapon at all. It seemed that he wanted to destroy the arcane rune.

Unhurried, smiling as like as two peas, he felt a calm smile. "Good evening, Mr. Best. It looks like you are exactly the same hundred percent of the war madman in the records. Unfortunately, you picked the wrong opponent today."

"Hehe, maybe. But I still want to try again." the man was unwilling to show weakness and responded.