Dozo America

When Zhen Fan arrived in New York City, it was already 3:50 in the afternoon. When he got off the ramp of the plane, someone caught up with him and kept calling him.

"Hey, Zhen, wait!"

Zhen Fan stopped, turned his head, and saw David rushing over with his luggage, panting, walking side by side with Zhen Fan: "Where are you going? Live in New York, or travel in New York?"

"Los Angeles! I live in Los Angeles!" Zhen Fan shook his head, "I came to New York just to have a look. I don't have anything to do. It's okay to just travel!" Zhen Fan said as he walked.

"Okay, if you don't mind, or if you are alone, you can contact me. Oh my God, I happen to work for a travel company. This is my business card!" David said and took out a card from his pocket.

He handed a business card to Zhen Fan, "If you need anything, you can call me, brother!"

"Brother?" Zhen Fan smiled, "I remember, David. Goodbye, I may not need to call you for the time being." Zhen Fan said, carrying the small suitcase, walking a few steps faster, and walked out of the airport hall.

.Outside the airport, people were coming and going, and Zhen Fan found a taxi.

"The Marriott Hotel in Harmonton East!" Zhen Fan checked his phone and then said to the middle-aged black taxi driver, "Take me there."

"Okay, done, buddy!" the driver said, and drove onto the highway. When driving into the city, the road became more and more difficult to walk, mainly because of the frequent traffic jams, which would delay nearly 30 minutes.

Ten minutes or more.

The total distance from JFK Airport to Harmonton is only sixteen miles, but it takes nearly forty minutes. But this is still good. The traffic in New York is better than that in Los Angeles. When you encounter a traffic jam, it may take more time in Los Angeles.

It takes longer. Moreover, more than 70% of households in New York do not have cars because the government restricts traffic and imposes tax rates on various cars. Moreover, the construction of public transportation is very large, four times that of Washington. Therefore, the traffic

The situation is pretty good.

"You definitely don't come to New York often!" the driver said while driving. "By the way, where are you from?"

"Los Angeles!" Zhen Fan didn't want to say more.

"Los Angeles? Ha, that's much worse than here, but it's not bad. I've been there, and the traffic jam is worse than here. This is where we are better than Los Angeles... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were from Los Angeles.

!” The driver chuckled, but didn’t mean the slightest bit of apology.

"Okay, you send me somewhere as soon as possible! Then I pay and you leave. Is that okay?" Zhen Fan shook his head. This guy really talks too much, and he also looks very self-righteous.

.

"Okay, okay, maybe what I just said touched your mind!" The driver said, speeding up, and soon he arrived at the door of the hotel. After stopping, Zhen Fan got out of the car, paid the fare, and headed towards

Walk to the hotel door.

"Hey, man, to be honest, Los Angeles is pretty good!" The driver stuck his head out of the window and smiled at Zhen Fan, "Don't pay attention to what I said before, okay. I wish you a very good trip in New York.

!Goodbye!" He said, as soon as he hit the accelerator, the car sped off.

"A very good trip?" Zhen Fan smiled, and then walked into the lobby of the hotel. People were coming and going in the lobby, and Zhen Fan walked to the front desk. Looking at the smiling waiter, he said, "I want to make a reservation.

Room!"

"Do you have a reservation?" the waiter said with a smile.

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders: "No, so I want to ask if there is a current one?"

"Let me check it for you!" The waiter checked on the computer, then nodded and smiled at Zhen Fan, "There are also deluxe rooms, which require prepayment. The price is US$352, plus US$85.

The tax rate is four hundred and thirty-seven dollars per day. Sir, how many days will you stay?"

"Two days!" Zhen Fan said, "If I need it, can I continue to renew?"

"Of course, you can at any time!" The waiter nodded to Zhen Fan, then checked and took out the key card, "Room 8037, we will have a waiter to take you there!"

"Thank you!" Zhen Fan took the room card, and then a waiter came out from the front desk, nodded to Zhen Fan and said: "Sir, please come with me!" He made a gesture of invitation and moved toward the elevator.

Go.

The room was Room 37 on the eighth floor. The waiter opened the door, handed the room card to Zhen Fan, and said to Zhen Fan: "Sir, if you have any needs, please call our internal phone number! Thank you

Thank you for your visit. I wish you a comfortable and happy stay at the Marriott Hotel. Goodbye, sir!" the waiter said, saying goodbye to Zhen Fan politely.

Zhen Fan walked into the room, closed the door gently, and then put the small suitcase on the cabinet. He looked at the room. It was very nice and spacious, with luxurious furniture, high-definition TV programs, and marble bathrooms.

An office desk, a very comfortable chair, a mini refrigerator and wifi are also must-haves. Of course, there is also a luxurious large bed.

Standing in front of the window and opening the curtains, you can see the sea view facing you. The location is pretty good. And New York's iconic building, the Statue of Liberty, can also be seen from the window. Below the window is a long strip leaning against the wall.

Cabinet, if you want to see the sea view, sitting on the cabinet and leaning against the window will be a very enjoyable angle.

Outside the suite is a small living room with a TV, sofa and a small round glass table. There are wine glasses on the table, but there is no wine. You need to order it from the catering service. Of course, you can also buy it outside.

Come in.

Zhen Fan stood at the window and looked at the scenery outside the window, and then looked back. Although he came out with a purpose this time, he was not in a hurry. He would stay in New York for a few days, and then go to New Jersey.

I was walking around Kensack City. I raised my hand and looked at the time. It was almost time for dinner.

There is a barbecue restaurant downstairs, which Zhen Fan chose. Moreover, this is a self-service barbecue. The restaurant is responsible for providing barbecue utensils and ingredients. You can choose your own, and then enjoy the fruits of your labor. Zhen Fan took a plate and picked up some chicken wings and

Beef jerky is just fine, one person occupies a table.

There are not many people here, many are Asians with dark eyes and black hair, some with their families, or groups of friends and colleagues. During the barbecue, they eat and drink while talking loudly. Many people say

Chinese. Apparently, a travel group from China stayed here.

Zhen Fan couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. How come he can meet Chinese tour groups everywhere? This is true in Los Angeles, and it is also true in New York. Obviously, these two places are the first choice for Chinese people to travel to the United States. And because the Marriott Hotel is now being

The reason for the Chinese acquisition is that many tourists from China are designated by travel companies to stay here.

However, no one came to talk to Zhen Fan this time, and Zhen Fan didn't bother to make friends. He ate alone while grilling and took a few bottles of beer from the bar, which was quite pleasant.

After eating and drinking, Zhen Fan left the restaurant and walked outside the hotel. He had to walk on the street, and he had a premonition that something was going to happen. And he felt more and more that this kind of thing was similar to

The guy I met on the plane has a very big connection.

He had long seen the face of the fat man. He would bring danger, and this danger was becoming more and more relevant to him. Zhen Fan simply didn't think about it and just followed his feelings. Moreover, this place was far away from the times.

The square was only a mile away, and he wanted to see that famous place.

Even if it is a walk, it is not too far. Zhen Fan decided to walk so that he could look at the surrounding street scenes while walking. There are indeed many beauties in New York, and most of them wear cool clothes. Even if it is not so hot, there are very few

When I see women wearing long sleeves, they are all the flowers that adorn New York City.

"Hey, man, stop!" Suddenly a voice came from behind him, "If you listen to me obediently, I will consider not killing you!"

Zhen Fan turned his head and saw a person, a person he had just met. Yes, it was the fat man. His hand reached into his pocket and he was holding something like a gun in his hand, pointing it at Zhen Fan.

It looks like a gun in your pocket.

"I know you!" Zhen Fan said.

"I know, that's why I came to you. I followed you all the way and knew that you were staying in the hotel in front. I could have done it in your hotel room, but I still chose here."

The fat man chuckled.

"You want to kill me?"

"No, no, that would be too fun. Let's play a game, shall we?" Fatty smiled, "It's a very good game. Don't play tricks. I will shoot without hesitation!"

"I know, you have killed people, three of them!"

"You...how do you know?" The fat man was startled, and his face looked a little ugly, "Have you investigated me? Who are you? The police? FBI?"

"I just know, and I also know that you are in trouble now. Let alone playing games, you are just the object to be played!" Zhen Fan continued, then looked at the fat man and smiled, "You want to kill me now

Yeah?"

The fat man pulled the trigger without hesitation, but the gun didn't go off. He simply took the gun out of his pocket, pointed it at Zhen Fan, and pulled the trigger, but the gun still didn't go off. Zhen Fan didn't move either, just looked at it with a smile.

Hold him.

When the crowd around saw someone pulling out a gun, they immediately screamed in panic and ran away. One person even secretly dialed 911 to call the police.

"Damn it!" The fat man heard the sound of the siren, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He had never made a mistake before, but today he seemed to have seen a ghost. Everything was not going well. Moreover, the sky was already dark at this time, and the lights were on.

There were flashes on the street. He unloaded the magazine, checked to see that the bullet was not jammed, and then loaded the magazine again.

"You have no chance, man, the police are here!" Zhen Fan looked at him and smiled.

"I didn't shoot, did I?" Fatty saw the police approaching from both ends of the street and sneered, "But that doesn't mean I won't shoot in the future." After saying that, he rushed diagonally out of the street next to him. No.

I thought that although he was fat, he was agile.