Lisco's American Life

"You ruined my life, and I won't make it easy for you either."

Ah Fei drank hard the low-quality whiskey he bought in the convenience store, his eyes were blurred, and he slumped on the sofa, staring at the TV in a daze.

Since he made a fool of himself at Les Ranch last time, his life has plummeted. After he returned to the hotel dripping wet, he was told by the front desk that his female companion had checked out, and his own luggage was taken to the lobby.

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There was not a single note on his body, and there was nothing in his wallet except his passport and ID card. Because every time he traveled with Park Jin Young, she spent the money, so he subconsciously didn't bring any money.

Now he has been abandoned by Park Jin Young, and he doesn't even have money for a plane ticket home.

He borrowed the hotel toilet and changed into clean clothes. He took out his Nokia, which was still usable after being flooded, and called Park Jin Young frantically, but the voice from the receiver told him that he had been blocked.

He threw his cell phone angrily and wandered aimlessly on the street, thinking about continuing to work in his old business and finding a rich woman to tide over the current crisis. However, he tried to strike up a conversation with a rich woman several times, but was rejected, even by the bodyguard.

My body can't even get through it.

After several attempts, he realized that his watch was not popular among Americans, so he had no choice but to take off his watch and walk to the pawn shop in the lower city.

Before he even got to the pawn shop, he was surrounded by a group of black gangsters on a street corner. They took away all his luggage regardless of his struggles.

The black man rummaged through his luggage, looked at his empty wallet with only his ID, slapped him, then took his watch and walked away.

When he woke up again after being knocked unconscious, it was already nighttime. He was covered in injuries and hungry. He struggled to get up. His clothes were torn to pieces and the luggage in his hands was gone.

I struggled to walk to the nearby police station, had a meal under the hospitality of the police, and then contacted the embassy before I could return home safely.

After returning to South Korea, his hatred did not subside. Instead, it became more and more intense as time passed. He searched for information on the Internet and secretly planned his revenge.

Half a month ago, he came to the United States again, then rented an RV, went to a remote ranch to buy hay, then put in a lot of ice cubes, and then, fearing that it was not harsh enough, added the poison potion he prepared.

Then he drove the RV, took tools, and at four o'clock in the middle of the night, when everyone was sleeping peacefully, he destroyed the fence and groped his way into Les' pasture.

Les Ranch has always adopted modern management, so the ranch is not equipped with sheepdogs, so he arrived at the ranch safely, spread the mixed hay he prepared all over the place, and then drove the rented RV

, return to the hotel.

In fact, he wanted to take revenge on Les and Lisko, but Lisko kept explaining things in simple terms. He didn't know Lisko's work and situation. Les was always accompanied by agents when traveling, and the agents all carried guns. He hesitated.

I was still scared for a moment.

So he made up his mind to let Les lose a sum of money to vent his anger.

Watching the news column on TV with the words "A total of 3,000 cows and 5 million US dollars lost" written in large fonts, he felt extremely happy.

Because his family is not rich, and all the money he earned from the rich woman was used for daily squandering, he did not have much money when he came here this time. After purchasing the tools for committing crimes, he did not have much money left, so

He could only succumb to the small hotel on the street, where even the hot water for bathing was not guaranteed to be constantly supplied, but he didn't care. Seeing the miserable condition of Les, he was extremely happy.

Here, Les was also tracking down the murderer overnight. He gathered all the detectives and worked overtime in the surveillance room to check the surveillance cameras at the street.

Seeing that the time was getting later and later, Leith had already thrown several clean coffee cups in front of him. Looking at the sleepy agents, he greeted Johnson.

"Go buy something to eat for your brothers." Les took out his wallet and took out a few banknotes.

Johnson took it and quickly walked out of the livestock association's office.

"Boss, there's a situation."

an agent shouted in front of the surveillance camera.

"Huh?" Les jumped up from his sofa chair and ran to the front.

"Here, you see, there is a curve here. Around five o'clock, an RV turned out from here. This is a direct line to the ranch."

The detective slowed down and the screen moved frame by frame. Les's eyes were fixed on it. Finally, he saw the appearance of the car clearly.

"Copy the license plate, then check whose car it is, and find this person for me."

Les banged his fist on the table. The man behind the scenes finally got the news, and his groggy brain suddenly became clear.

The agents of the Livestock Association are all ranchers and senior cowboys from nearby ranches. They are all locals who have lived here for more than three generations, so they have many methods and connections. After quickly knowing the license plate number, everyone used their connections to make inquiries.

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The agents had contacts in all the gray and black areas of Colorado, and with Les's reputation, word quickly came back.

"Sir, my cousin gave me the news, saying that this car is from Old Nick's car rental agency in the East District, or he stole it and sold it to Old Nick."

A detective reported to Les who was sitting in his seat.

"Go and bring him here."

Les' tone was cold.

After receiving the order, Johnson drove two people with him in a car and left the office with a pistol in his waist.

After a while, the sound of a car coming back sounded at the door, and a muscular white man was brought over and thrown in front of Les. He had a white beard, but he was dressed in tendons, and he wore a white sleeveless denim top with exposed shoulders.

There is also a black crown tattooed on it.

"Is this car yours? Who did you rent it to?"

Les threw the printed vehicle to him and asked aloud.

Old Nick looked disdainful, glanced at it from the corner of his eye, then spat and answered casually.

"I don't know, I can't leak customer information."

Les stood up and looked at him coldly without saying a word.

The strong momentum shocked Old Nick, and then he shouted angrily,

"I'm from the Crown Gang, you'd better let me go."

Les stared at him, and suddenly, a left hook hit Nick's face, and the huge impact caused him to fall to the ground.

Les picked up the chair on the side and smashed it hard.

"Bang bang bang."

Blood spattered on the floor on one side, and Nick's screams went from rapid at first to weak at the end.

Les was a little tired, so he wiped the blood from his hands on him, and then grabbed his collar.

"Shit, you know what? I lost five million dollars, and if you don't talk to me, I'm going to shoot you, no matter what kind of bullshit Crown Gang you are, so do you understand?"